purrrnicious | Heart Game: Run #3

[No cells on the first floor, huh?

Well.

To the lift!]

[There are five levels including the main floor that you can access. Where would you like to go? They are labelled:

Floor 2 - Childhood
Floor 3 - Cadet
Floor 4 - Force Captain
Floor 5 - (Whatever label was here has been scratched out.)]

[Hits Floor 4 - Force Captain]

[This floor is darker than the ones below it, and has fallen into disrepair. Like some of the hallway areas you may have encountered, the metal panelling is dented and scored, some hanging from loose bolts or fallen altogether. The shadows are deeper, and there’s a sense of menace in the air: you know you can’t trust anyone, and you can’t relax at any time.

Three cells are occupied (for simplicity, we’re refer to them as 1, 2 and 3).]

[Okay, but first I need an unoccupied cell to toss Shadow Weaver in.

Is there one available?]

[Yes, there is.]

[Excellent.

And the trash goes into this unoccupied cell. And LOCKED for good measure, if he's able.]

[Whew.

Okay.

That was dumb on multiple levels, but look what doesn't kill you---]

[Ahem!!!

And on to Door #1]

[1 - This cell looks like the barracks, a row of bunks — but the lights mounted on the walls on one end are all shattered, shards of glass littering the floor beneath. One of the beds is unmade, the blanket torn up and scattered, but among the scraps you think you see something square and hard.]

[Goes to inspect the unmade bed and see what's there]

[It looks like a cartridge, like you might put in a tape deck or computer.]

[Well, he's going to pocket that since it's not doing any good here!]

[When you touch the cartridge, you fade into a memory, living it as if it were your own.

Catra is leaning up against a wall in the sorceress’s inner sanctem, frowning and defensive. The sorceress leans over a cauldron glowing eerily with golden light. She drags her fingernails over the surface, causing swirls and images to form.

“For the last time, where is Adora?” she demands.

“For the last time, I don’t know! What, do you think I keep her on a leash?” Catra retorts.

“I know you’re lying. You two are close, she would never depart without telling you,” Shadow Weaver replies, narrowing her eyes, and Catra hunches up her shoulders and glances aside.

“Then I guess she let us both down, huh.”

“Have it your way. I already know where she is. We’ve been tracking her.”

Surprised at this, Catra finally approaches, planting a hand on her hip and demanding, “Uh, then why did you ask me?”

“Because you are going to bring her back,” the witch replies, derisive.

“I don’t think so,” Catra snaps, turning away — she doesn’t even make it a step before Shadow Weaver is using her magic, paralyzing Catra’s movements with a crackling red power as she makes small, gasping sounds of distress. Shadow Weaver creeps over, laying her hands on Catra’s shoulders she she stands, frozen, ears flat and fear plainly written on her face.

Shadow Weaver leans in close and says, “Your insolence will not protect her. You will do as I ask.”

Catra, trembling a little, answers, “Oh yeah? Or what?”

Shadow Weaver grips her by the chin and forces her heads around to look at her and calmly replies, “Or you’ll suffer the consequences in her place.”

This woman frightens you, and you fully believe she'll harm you.]

[He hates her.

He hates her and hates her and hates her and---

Rotting in a cell is too good for her, but you also don't go around killing pieces of a heart. Considering what happened in Joker's heart.

And suddenly he is reminded of the 6 year old he left back in the barracks.

Shit.

Immediately turns on his heel to head back out -- out of the prison and back to the barracks.]

Edited 2020-02-22 05:48 (UTC)

[Back you go.]

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