[ He had to gird himself, when the thing screamed, and his single eye closed, face screwed up in pain when it screamed, before it stopped, and -- He could relax, no more screaming. ]
We could try to set it on fire...
[ Silco was already halfway to fishing out his lighter, both eyes locked on the thing that had manifested before them, but his jaw tightened. They were trapped, the thing was spouting riddles, and he didn't understand what it wanted. Right now, they were trapped underground -- not something that Silco was... Unused to? Certainly not in this context, though. Right now, Jinx was here, right in front of him -- and although the memory twinged at his mind, a distant and hazy thing -- like many of his memories of Horos, it's faint, and half-formed. He remembered Jinx, but he didn't remember her staying, and instead of solving this things damned riddle, he wanted to get her somewhere safe -- actually safe.
But instead of having the second to actually acknowledge that his daughter was here, he had to solve some damn riddle. It's infuriating, it's --
Silco ran a hand through his hair, before: ]
It's either we light it on fire, or we solve this... riddle. Any ideas?
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We could try to set it on fire...
[ Silco was already halfway to fishing out his lighter, both eyes locked on the thing that had manifested before them, but his jaw tightened. They were trapped, the thing was spouting riddles, and he didn't understand what it wanted. Right now, they were trapped underground -- not something that Silco was... Unused to? Certainly not in this context, though. Right now, Jinx was here, right in front of him -- and although the memory twinged at his mind, a distant and hazy thing -- like many of his memories of Horos, it's faint, and half-formed. He remembered Jinx, but he didn't remember her staying, and instead of solving this things damned riddle, he wanted to get her somewhere safe -- actually safe.
But instead of having the second to actually acknowledge that his daughter was here, he had to solve some damn riddle. It's infuriating, it's --
Silco ran a hand through his hair, before: ]
It's either we light it on fire, or we solve this... riddle. Any ideas?