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009 ||[ Location: Sanctuary] || Nine Princes in Amber
Waking up in a place he had definitely not gone to sleep was a rather large blow to Corwin’s soldiers’ instincts. He’d come awake all at once, tense and ready to strike with his hand on his blade—
—but nothing had happened. Typical. Get him worked up over nothing…
Everything felt too…medical. Stifling. Too many reminders of a certain Greenwood Private Hospital and nights spent over-narcotized and memoryless. Dreamless, even. They hadn’t even given him that luxury.
He could at least change that, dammit. He’d lost his cloak in the suddenness of the move (not so much as a warning to grab at least a few things, hm?), but it wasn’t the worst thing that could have vanished. He still had something sharp with him, the sword his best and most trusted companion, that one piece of the Pattern that he still had access to.
It was, understandably, a surprise when he ran face-first into…something keeping him inside the building. First holding him inside the city, now…caging him in here? This place was getting to be more a prison every day he stayed.
Experience here told him that anger was useless, but it should have been frightening. He’d done terrible things to people for less than this—he should have been an unstoppable force—
—only he wasn’t. And that only made him angrier.
After several more attempts at leaving, he finally gave up with an oath and turned to stalk the halls instead, all dark and silver, restlessness hardly abated.
Someone else had to be in here.
—but nothing had happened. Typical. Get him worked up over nothing…
Everything felt too…medical. Stifling. Too many reminders of a certain Greenwood Private Hospital and nights spent over-narcotized and memoryless. Dreamless, even. They hadn’t even given him that luxury.
He could at least change that, dammit. He’d lost his cloak in the suddenness of the move (not so much as a warning to grab at least a few things, hm?), but it wasn’t the worst thing that could have vanished. He still had something sharp with him, the sword his best and most trusted companion, that one piece of the Pattern that he still had access to.
It was, understandably, a surprise when he ran face-first into…something keeping him inside the building. First holding him inside the city, now…caging him in here? This place was getting to be more a prison every day he stayed.
Experience here told him that anger was useless, but it should have been frightening. He’d done terrible things to people for less than this—he should have been an unstoppable force—
—only he wasn’t. And that only made him angrier.
After several more attempts at leaving, he finally gave up with an oath and turned to stalk the halls instead, all dark and silver, restlessness hardly abated.
Someone else had to be in here.
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"Starting to figure it out?"
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A long moment, at least for her, as she blinked rapidly. No tears fell, even if there was a watery brightness in her eyes for a moment before she spoke again, more subdued this time, younger sounding. "But if they did, then they'd leave the bodies as a warning. To scare us."
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"Maybe that's not it, then."
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Alexis gestured to the Sanctuary. "I had planned on freezing it next, but then we got stuck here."
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"Sounds like you've got it pretty well-covered."
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A pause, and her pleased smile grew thoughtful. "Maybe I can ask someone to shoot at it. Or blow it up."
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"Good luck with those experiments of yours."
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She turned away to continue her exploration, then stopped and turned back. "I hope you're wrong, you know. About this being a cage."
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"Me too, kid."