...And also these.

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ROOMS BY CHARACTER

N - Q Nami Natasha Romanoff Nelkeila Tarid Nux Nyssa al Ghul Octavia Blake One Peggy Carter Phèdre nó Delaunay de Montrève

R - U R. Daneel Olivaw Rapunzel Remy LeBeau Riku Robin Redbreast Rogue Santanico Pandemonium Shawn Hunter Stefan (Alesci) Salvatore Steve "Orion" Rogers Steven Quartz Universe Souji Seta Stiles Stilinski Syeira Tadashi Hamada Tekhetsio

V - Z Vash the Stampede Vima Sunrider Vision (The) Wanda Maximoff Wrath Yamanaka Ino

Comments

[child_of_bhaal]

Bards carry stories, yes, but they can change in the telling. These will always be the same.

[Her voice seems to fade as he gets near the gate. If he looks back is because she's not following. He may as well have disappeared, for all that she seems to notice.

Behind the gate, it's quite dark. Darker than it should be by any means. There's a very faint breeze, that brings with it the a vague scent, coppery, wet. And a soft, distant sound; metallic but light, like a chain moving.]

[iamawaited]

[He knows that smell, the sound of chains, very well -- so well that for a moment, it's almost like he's walking back home.

He swallows, moving a little faster, eager to see what's on the other side of the darkness.]

[child_of_bhaal]

[He finds more darkness and books. The aisle, because it cannot be called a hall for how narrow it is, goes on for an oddly long time with the sense that it may never end. But end it does, in a small alcove, barely wide enough to accommodate the large armchair in the space.

In the chair is a shadowed figure, hard to make out in detail, but obviously it's bound, and that scent is much stronger here. Though the mystery is short lived.]

Come in, won't you?

[The voice is Syeira's, but harsher, missing a certain quality of warmth. There's movement, a wave of a hand, and torches light on the walls.

Clothed in black leather armor, Syeira is bound in rope, chains, and bands of silk to the chair, though there are loose bindings laying on the floor. Her right hand up to the elbow is free. Her eyes glow yellow, and her hair looks glossier, more fluid, truly resembling fresh blood.]

I so rarely get visitors.

[iamawaited]

[There are so many people who would be deeply disturbed by the vision that Nux walks into, but while he's a little puzzled, he also looks more or less at ease. Darkness, blood, bindings: these are all absolutely familiar to him. The clothes Syeira is wearing now are far more what he's used to than the stuff she typically wears, too.

The voice, though -- that's wrong, and the glow in her eyes that reminds him of Zhas. He cocks his head, then frowns down at the various things tying her to the chair.]

What happened?

[He goes over to her, crouching to examine the bindings.]

[child_of_bhaal]

[There's so many they nearly obscure her body in places. It's excessive, overkill. The chains have no locks, the ropes and silks have no knots. It's as if they are continous, but there's proof they aren't in the fallen bindings. There's some way to take them off.

She smiles, just a curve of her lips, no teeth. It's smug looking, superior. She likes people kneeling in front of her.]

They got loose.

[Yes, she purposely misunderstanding him. She knows exactly what he was really asking.]