Chapter 6
Its a pretty tantalising visual prospect, as she describes it. I feel vaguely sure that she would lose consciousness/her brains on contact with this angled stone anyway. If she thinks shes surviving all the way to the bottom, she doesnt understand much about physics/physiology. That stone is gonna rip some limbs off.
She wants to hit the rocks at the bottom, though. Splat. Not bounce. Undignified, as much as anything.
She feels crushing sadness and she gets herself in a sprinters crouch, ready to boost out horizontally.
She keeps hearing this voice telling her to do it. Starting to think that these voices arent just metaphoric instantiations of her own doubts. Maybe Lothain is at work. But he cant sex her up if she is in pieces all over the rocks. Thats his alibi, really. He wants that ass.
Then, an icy flash of comprehension. She remembers telling Tilly that every life is precious. What the fuck is Tilly going to think if she smooshes herself all over the Keep rocks only an hour or so after telling her that. Huh. She feels like it was a dream, not a conscious act, that brought her to this point.
SHE WANTS TO LIVE
omg
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Good stuff. She is totally being mind-controlled. Dem voices are real. Someone is puppetmastering her.
And there is one super awesome candidate. Your friend. My hero. The peoples champ.
Bodycount: 0.25 - BUT THAT MIGHT BE TICKING UP IN JUST A MOMENT.
Sexy Times: 1, unless you got some kinda fetish.
Looking down at the frightening drop over the edge of the wall, a drop of thousands of feet, Magda saw that the towering wall in this section of the Keep wasnt perfectly vertical but actually flared out as it descended toward the foundation within the rock face of the mountain. She realized that when she jumped she would need to get herself some distance away from the wall to ensure that she cleared the steeply angled stone skirt of the wall or it would be a long, gruesome fall.
Her muscles tensed as she thought of a drawn out, tumbling descent, repeatedly smacking the steeply angled wall and breaking bones all the way down. She didnt like the thought of that. She wanted a quick end.
Its a pretty tantalising visual prospect, as she describes it. I feel vaguely sure that she would lose consciousness/her brains on contact with this angled stone anyway. If she thinks shes surviving all the way to the bottom, she doesnt understand much about physics/physiology. That stone is gonna rip some limbs off.
She wants to hit the rocks at the bottom, though. Splat. Not bounce. Undignified, as much as anything.
She feels crushing sadness and she gets herself in a sprinters crouch, ready to boost out horizontally.
She keeps hearing this voice telling her to do it. Starting to think that these voices arent just metaphoric instantiations of her own doubts. Maybe Lothain is at work. But he cant sex her up if she is in pieces all over the rocks. Thats his alibi, really. He wants that ass.
Then, an icy flash of comprehension. She remembers telling Tilly that every life is precious. What the fuck is Tilly going to think if she smooshes herself all over the Keep rocks only an hour or so after telling her that. Huh. She feels like it was a dream, not a conscious act, that brought her to this point.
SHE WANTS TO LIVE
But she was already moving too fast to stop, already flying out towards empty space
omg
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Good stuff. She is totally being mind-controlled. Dem voices are real. Someone is puppetmastering her.
And there is one super awesome candidate. Your friend. My hero. The peoples champ.
Bodycount: 0.25 - BUT THAT MIGHT BE TICKING UP IN JUST A MOMENT.
Sexy Times: 1, unless you got some kinda fetish.