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5/6/2025, 11:10:32 AM
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You lean down and grasp her slender hand, the flesh cold and unyielding, the sensation sends a ripple of goosebumps up your arm. She smiles weakly and struggles to stand, giving you a better view of her body. Torn dress, contusions, dirtied nails, and dried blood. Her raven hair is messy and tangled. Things consistent with self defense... or an attack.
"What messed you up so badly? You're usually more.. put together than this." You grunt as you manage to get her right-side up.
"I was not under my own control.. my body took a form I didn't know possible and then.." She trails off, her long fingers gently grazing each wound and bruise with a clinical tenderness. "I don't recall.. it's like I was something else entirely. I just remember the pain and then waking here."
"That's about how it went for me too." You reply, keeping your cards close to the vest for now. "I need to get out of here though, is there any way you can help me with that?"
"This place is my home. Our.. connection is so that you are able to enter it as well."
"Able to.. so you didn't BRING me here?"
"No, it was not me who brought you here. Your subconscious did."
"What?"
"It is the same phenomenon that allows me to commune with you during your sleep. When your mind is at rest, your guard naturally lowers, and then you find your way to me.."
"Wait, EVERY time so far has been me going to you? I thought you were summoning me or entering my mind. Something similar to Nia's power."
"We are entwined, son of Gotham. You are.. special. To me." Her words are slightly stilted as she examines the horizon. "Beyond that I don't know how it is you found me, but I'm glad you did."
She moves towards you with a swiftness that makes every muscle tense, especially in your gun hand, but she moves with suc ha grace and elegance that she's already wrapped her unnatural arms around your shoulders and bent to rest her head against the base of your neck. Her breath rolls across your skin like December mist and sends a violent shudder through your body, the reaction only seeming to encourage her to nestle more firmly against you. Her skin cold and smooth like porcelain.
"Before we've always been limited by the hours of your waking life, but I can sense it now.. you're free of that cord."
"Free of my cord? What's that mean?"
She angles her head so she speaks directly into your ear, the numbing cold of her breath tickling your eardrum.
"Time flows much differently here, Son of Gotham. What seemed like a short conversation instead was a full night of rest in your waking world, our conversations always cut short due to your need to wake. But I can tell now, you're no longer restrained."
Her words drive a nail of panic into your heart as you grab her shoulders and push her away. She gazes at you with a dazed look of confusion.
"Are you telling me I'm not waking up!?"
"What is wrong, son of Gotham? Why are you distressed?"
>>6235876
>>6235905
>>6236077
>>6236168
You lean down and grasp her slender hand, the flesh cold and unyielding, the sensation sends a ripple of goosebumps up your arm. She smiles weakly and struggles to stand, giving you a better view of her body. Torn dress, contusions, dirtied nails, and dried blood. Her raven hair is messy and tangled. Things consistent with self defense... or an attack.
"What messed you up so badly? You're usually more.. put together than this." You grunt as you manage to get her right-side up.
"I was not under my own control.. my body took a form I didn't know possible and then.." She trails off, her long fingers gently grazing each wound and bruise with a clinical tenderness. "I don't recall.. it's like I was something else entirely. I just remember the pain and then waking here."
"That's about how it went for me too." You reply, keeping your cards close to the vest for now. "I need to get out of here though, is there any way you can help me with that?"
"This place is my home. Our.. connection is so that you are able to enter it as well."
"Able to.. so you didn't BRING me here?"
"No, it was not me who brought you here. Your subconscious did."
"What?"
"It is the same phenomenon that allows me to commune with you during your sleep. When your mind is at rest, your guard naturally lowers, and then you find your way to me.."
"Wait, EVERY time so far has been me going to you? I thought you were summoning me or entering my mind. Something similar to Nia's power."
"We are entwined, son of Gotham. You are.. special. To me." Her words are slightly stilted as she examines the horizon. "Beyond that I don't know how it is you found me, but I'm glad you did."
She moves towards you with a swiftness that makes every muscle tense, especially in your gun hand, but she moves with suc ha grace and elegance that she's already wrapped her unnatural arms around your shoulders and bent to rest her head against the base of your neck. Her breath rolls across your skin like December mist and sends a violent shudder through your body, the reaction only seeming to encourage her to nestle more firmly against you. Her skin cold and smooth like porcelain.
"Before we've always been limited by the hours of your waking life, but I can sense it now.. you're free of that cord."
"Free of my cord? What's that mean?"
She angles her head so she speaks directly into your ear, the numbing cold of her breath tickling your eardrum.
"Time flows much differently here, Son of Gotham. What seemed like a short conversation instead was a full night of rest in your waking world, our conversations always cut short due to your need to wake. But I can tell now, you're no longer restrained."
Her words drive a nail of panic into your heart as you grab her shoulders and push her away. She gazes at you with a dazed look of confusion.
"Are you telling me I'm not waking up!?"
"What is wrong, son of Gotham? Why are you distressed?"
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