ext_203838 ([identity profile] sheer-cold.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg 2006-02-07 01:12 am (UTC)

That voice...

It somehow wafted to the upper floors, but Vexen remembered it and his shoulders tensed. Argh. That woman. But as he mused on his bad luck, a thought came to him. Was she not a mage? What if...

It was a stretch, but he had to swallow his pride. Again.

It took Vexen an embarassingly long time (five minutes) to make his way to the other side of the floor, to where the staircase was. There was no way in hell he was going to climb down. He could barely move, and the pain that he thought had dulled was starting to flare up angrily again.

"... Y-You."

He coughed, not to get her attention but to dislodge a glob of blood in his throat.

"..."

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