[Monday morning arrives as it always does, heralded by the sound of the chimes ringing out throughout the University. It's quiet this morning, though it isn't necessarily a good sort of silence; as a matter of fact, there's a heavy sense of unease spreading throughout the second floor, immediately noticeable almost as soon as any of you come downstairs.
Anyone looking out of the stairwell and down the hallway will be greeted with the sight of thin tendrils of darkness and shadow wrapping their way around the wall, leading into the doorway to the infirmary and indicating that perhaps there's a larger concentration of it inside.
It won't attack or hurt you; anyone looking up will notice that it doesn't seem to be flowing in from the ceiling this time, either. It just seems to be there, flowing and pulsating gently as it shifts around against the wall, almost as though it's encouraging you, urging you inward to see what's happened inside the room it's claimed for the time being.
Should you choose to enter, it'll draw back against the wall as though wanting you to see what's happened here; there's the still form of a person lying on the floor, a chair knocked back nearby in the sort of haphazard way that happens when one jumps up too fast. There's a fair amount of blood on the floor beneath the body, and a good amount more on her back; the source of it isn't difficult to see, either – one of those swords that had been piercing Milla's chest seems to have been rammed through this person's back, in a position that implies that it'd run through several vital organs on its way through and out the front of her chest.
It seems to have been a single, very precise strike; it's very likely that she died instantly, her blue eyes still open in an expression of mild surprise. Parts of her face are obscured by the front of her blond hair where it's fallen loosely towards the floor in the front; just the same, she's easily and immediately recognizable.
Mercy is dead.
Once again, however, the dark flowing mass hanging back near the edges of the room will approach the body once a few people have come in here to see what's happening; it's a bit more obvious this time, with the entity in the room to begin with, but it doesn't seem to be interested in letting people investigate, nor does it seem interested in letting people grieve – rather, it seems to want witnesses.
Once again, it's quick with what it does, far moreso than it ever is in the pit, starting with one of her arms where it's splayed out on the floor and working its way across her body; it takes the sword with it as it goes.
And once it's enveloped her it dissipates into the floor, consuming her whole and vanishing entirely into the ground; as before, the Wordsmith's voice can be heard over the system, two simple sentences that he doesn't seem inclined to elaborate on.]
There were a few more mistakes in play alongside Rule Three this time.
Retaliation.
Anyone looking out of the stairwell and down the hallway will be greeted with the sight of thin tendrils of darkness and shadow wrapping their way around the wall, leading into the doorway to the infirmary and indicating that perhaps there's a larger concentration of it inside.
It won't attack or hurt you; anyone looking up will notice that it doesn't seem to be flowing in from the ceiling this time, either. It just seems to be there, flowing and pulsating gently as it shifts around against the wall, almost as though it's encouraging you, urging you inward to see what's happened inside the room it's claimed for the time being.
Should you choose to enter, it'll draw back against the wall as though wanting you to see what's happened here; there's the still form of a person lying on the floor, a chair knocked back nearby in the sort of haphazard way that happens when one jumps up too fast. There's a fair amount of blood on the floor beneath the body, and a good amount more on her back; the source of it isn't difficult to see, either – one of those swords that had been piercing Milla's chest seems to have been rammed through this person's back, in a position that implies that it'd run through several vital organs on its way through and out the front of her chest.
It seems to have been a single, very precise strike; it's very likely that she died instantly, her blue eyes still open in an expression of mild surprise. Parts of her face are obscured by the front of her blond hair where it's fallen loosely towards the floor in the front; just the same, she's easily and immediately recognizable.
Mercy is dead.
Once again, however, the dark flowing mass hanging back near the edges of the room will approach the body once a few people have come in here to see what's happening; it's a bit more obvious this time, with the entity in the room to begin with, but it doesn't seem to be interested in letting people investigate, nor does it seem interested in letting people grieve – rather, it seems to want witnesses.
Once again, it's quick with what it does, far moreso than it ever is in the pit, starting with one of her arms where it's splayed out on the floor and working its way across her body; it takes the sword with it as it goes.
And once it's enveloped her it dissipates into the floor, consuming her whole and vanishing entirely into the ground; as before, the Wordsmith's voice can be heard over the system, two simple sentences that he doesn't seem inclined to elaborate on.]
There were a few more mistakes in play alongside Rule Three this time.
I wouldn't suggest trying that again.