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Raven Darkholme ([personal profile] metamorphosing) wrote in [community profile] diademooc 2025-06-03 11:22 pm (UTC)

cool I'm cryin' in the club thanks charles

And—?

[She's about to demand that he finish his thought, but the descent of the darkness draws her gaze upwards before she sweeps it across their surroundings, trying to determine the source— but it doesn't matter. They both know well enough what comes next, and the oppressive atmosphere has kicked her fight-or-flight reflex into high gear.]

Let's move!

[She follows closely on his heels, so to speak; the floor beneath them is slick despite the fact that the water has been sucked away, and she manages to turn a near-slip into a more deliberate slide around a corner before she grabs onto the back of Charles' chair and starts to push him towards the exit— he can certainly wheel fast enough on his own, but she is very, very quickly getting the distinct feeling that they don't want to be here a second longer than they have to.

As they head towards what she's almost certain is the way out, she makes the mistake of glancing back over her shoulder. The darkness is spreading rapidly, rolling towards them like fog, cueing her to double her efforts and push faster yet.]


Shit, shit

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