110 flames | voice
Oct. 29th, 2009 09:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
All these people, I have to--
How many people in the pumpkin patch can hear me? If you can respond and need help, I'll try to find you as fast as I can.
Is everyone that got out all right? If you got out but need help getting to the hospital, I'll find you.
[ooc; you're welcome to say she helped you out wherever. All responses are assumed voice]
How many people in the pumpkin patch can hear me? If you can respond and need help, I'll try to find you as fast as I can.
Is everyone that got out all right? If you got out but need help getting to the hospital, I'll find you.
[ooc; you're welcome to say she helped you out wherever. All responses are assumed voice]
action; Ah, but it exists, and that's what really matters. Whoa, flip, he needs a Hikaru. XD
Date: 2009-10-31 08:18 am (UTC)Worse, now that there was nobody blocking his line of view, the Master looked straight into the opposite wall of mirrors again. It hit him instantly with an amalgam of voices, sounds, images, people and events he'd tried to leave behind him. This, added to the blood-loss, was finally too much, and his legs collapsed underneath him, dragging his back in a bloody line down the wall, shredding it.
He screamed, then, not caring any more.
Also, it fucking hurt.