Re: The World
.COIL gasps his strain as he stabilizes the weave of Echoes, the new /PLACE flickering over the old like two movies run at the same time on the same blank wall. He realizes it is only from teh /CREW's intervention that he had enough time to do this - and the realization that, even now, its already beginning to slip away from his fingers. The coils of thread cutting deeply into his hands despite the Aethereal nature, forcing him to lean back as if against a great gale.
He casts a desperate glance over his shoulder: .GRIP and .HULL approaching. But where is .DEMON?! A thread slips loose from his grip, and the tear fluctuates, .COIL's attention snapping back to it as he holds it as long as he can; Too late, already too late, there won't be enough time ... !
"Hurry!" He gives one last desperate cry to teh /CREW. Pick-ups they may be, but he is the Compass, and it was his failure in sensing the trap. Their harm would weigh heavily on him, though his was neither Shield, nor Sword, nor Crown - The typical layout.
OOC> 12:34, Today: .COIL rolled 8 using 2d6. GOAL, DANGER.
I forgot to have it record individual, but it was 4, 4. Partial success, partial danger.
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