http://buryyourdemons.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] buryyourdemons.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute 2010-07-13 02:40 am (UTC)

[from here] (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/938786.html?thread=71009058#t71009058)

And in this hall, there were more people dressed similarly. Talking, conjugating--some looking no different than he did, others dressed outlandishly and sporting weapons. Sense diminished by the moment. A simple trap, or capture, was shifting into something else. The lack of knowledge was weakening him more than he already was. He would have to gain intelligence then. Question someone by themselves and see if anything that they replied with offered sense.

Children, groups of adults... Many were here, and his eyes passed over each as he remained in a shadowed corner. Individuals by themselves were few, and each held flaws. A weapon, when he had none, a downtrodden disposition. A light flicked on a bit away, and he glanced over, seeing another with a still expression and a hand resting on a sword. It wasn't the more preferable option, but they showed sense, keeping to the shadows. Anything else would have to be taken with reserve.

He moved closer silently, then stopped a few feet away. "You."

Post a comment in response:

This account has disabled anonymous posting.
If you don't have an account you can create one now.
HTML doesn't work in the subject.
More info about formatting