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little ghost ([personal profile] lightlessfuture) wrote in [community profile] datadiving2019-06-23 01:06 pm
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catchall for hk shenanigans

no i will not explain myself for this title
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Oh would you look at that, I've been impaled,

[personal profile] heirloomrapier 2019-06-23 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
It was a nice thought and all that everyone had bad days and sometimes there was nothing you could do but call it in and try again next time, but, the luxury of actually stopping, withdrawing, and shrugging off, with or without counting one's losses, was usually reserved for what one considered 'Higher Beings'.

Generally, having a bad day more commonly meant making a mistake in a particular area where it was easier to slide through the cracks, and, then, well, since she wasn't supposed to be this far in Pharloom's wilds in the first place, it was just on her to pick her own way out of it.

Which was a bit easier said than done when part of the miscalculation that had dropped her in this situation had also driven a fairly decent-sized metal spike, broken off from an old rusty railing, through her abdomen and into the soft, wet loam that formed the Grotto's 'walls'.

It didn't hurt. It was more extremely inconvenient, but, if she tore herself in half around it, then it would graduate to the vaunted ranks of a problem, since climbing back up to where she would be expected to be sort of required legs. Not to mention the awkward questions raised if she looked like she'd dragged herself through most of the Moss Grotto on account of loss of limb.

Not that anyone would worry, per se. But it was unbecoming.

A sound drew her from her thoughts- footfalls over the moss- and her attention shifted. She'd dropped her pin, which could be a bad situation, but, then again, she did have what would on anyone else qualify as a lethal injury. She could play dead, she supposed, but that seemed a bit less funny.

So instead she brightened, crossed an arm over the spike like it was just something to lean on and propped her other hand under her chin, watching whoever it was approach. "Well, hello! I didn't expect to see anyone stumbling around in a place like this. Are you lost, dear?"
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