[October] CFUW 109: Limbo

[cfuw_shepherd]

[It's cold, it's dark.

It's cold, it's dark.

It's cold, it's dark ...


There is a spark of light. A tall skinny figure, robed in black, stands holding a latern made of bones; the flame inside is a sickly blue color. It's not enough to see very much by, but when your eyes adjust, you can see that it is a very fancy sort of room, with heavy plush furniture. There's enough room to move around, but the light doesn't reach very far ...]

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[noarmyatmyback.livejournal.com]

*will stop screaming. eventually.*

[noarmyatmyback.livejournal.com]

*...and by eventually I mean right now.

what the hell is going on.*

[iron-traps.livejournal.com]

[curled up in a corner]

[noarmyatmyback.livejournal.com]

...

[iron-traps.livejournal.com]

...

[noarmyatmyback.livejournal.com]

*clears his throat.*

Aleksandr.

[iron-traps.livejournal.com]

What.

[noarmyatmyback.livejournal.com]

. . .

Where are we.

[iron-traps.livejournal.com]

... purgatory.

[noarmyatmyback.livejournal.com]

...good enough.

*struggles to his feet, approaching the black-robed figure*

[iron-traps.livejournal.com]

[watches]

[cfuw-shepherd.livejournal.com]

[it does not react to your approach. it's almost like a statue ...]

[noarmyatmyback.livejournal.com]

*peers more closely at it, just out of arms' reach*

[cfuw-shepherd.livejournal.com]

[the lower half of its face is visible, up close. the jaw is half-rotted away]

[noarmyatmyback.livejournal.com]

*well, ew.

what happens if he starts moving away from the light?*

[cfuw-shepherd.livejournal.com]

[it's pitch-black, but there's nothing for him to stumble into or across for a while. it does seem like there are others in the darkness, though.]

[noarmyatmyback.livejournal.com]

*...heading for whatever's there, then; if he's dead, he's dead.*

[cfuw-shepherd.livejournal.com]

[you can hear the sound of something breathing in the darkness]

[noarmyatmyback.livejournal.com]

Who is there. What are you?

[cfuw-shepherd.livejournal.com]

[breathe. breathe. a ragged inhale.]

H--hello? Oh god--who's there?!

[noarmyatmyback.livejournal.com]

*goes still.*

Albert. Are you trapped here as well?

[cfuw-shepherd.livejournal.com]

I--I, oh god--the mess hall, I was there, and there was this--this thing, I ...

[the voice breaks down into tears]

[noarmyatmyback.livejournal.com]

Are you--what were you doing there? What happened; what was it?

[cfuw-shepherd.livejournal.com]

I-I don't know, I was just--I was at work, okay? And I was just--I was going for my break, and then there was that thing, oh god, I-- I'm dead, aren't I?!

[noarmyatmyback.livejournal.com]

Yes.

We are dead here. I am sorry.