G'raha sat against a wall, head leaning back and staring at the room's high ceilings like they might present some sort of escape. They hadn't so far, but maybe if he kept staring.
He trusted the warrior of darkness, the other scions, he knew that somewhere they were probably working tirelessly to defeat Emet-selch, and that they'd probably rescue him in the process because that's what they do - if they've forgiven him for lying to them, that is.
It frustrated him, though, to be stuck here and unable to help them, help himself. There might have been something more he could have done, but battered and bruised and cut off from the tower as he was, there was little to do but wait.
He startled at the approach of another figure, tried to push himself to his feet but found his trembling legs didn't want to support his weight and he just slipped back down the wall again with a muffled yelp of pain. Then he looked up at the figure in front of him and huffed a laugh at his own stupidity - this wasn't Emet-selch or an enemy come to do him further harm, just another of this city's echoes going about its remembered life.
"Please excuse my presence." He said wryly "I hope it is not an intrusion, but I fear I have nowhere else to go." Whatever this room was supposed to be for, he could be fairly certain that storing prisoners wasn't it.
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Re: let's go with potentially missing scene; feel free to swap to brackets if preferable
Date: 2024-03-05 02:52 pm (UTC)G'raha sat against a wall, head leaning back and staring at the room's high ceilings like they might present some sort of escape. They hadn't so far, but maybe if he kept staring.
He trusted the warrior of darkness, the other scions, he knew that somewhere they were probably working tirelessly to defeat Emet-selch, and that they'd probably rescue him in the process because that's what they do - if they've forgiven him for lying to them, that is.
It frustrated him, though, to be stuck here and unable to help them, help himself. There might have been something more he could have done, but battered and bruised and cut off from the tower as he was, there was little to do but wait.
He startled at the approach of another figure, tried to push himself to his feet but found his trembling legs didn't want to support his weight and he just slipped back down the wall again with a muffled yelp of pain. Then he looked up at the figure in front of him and huffed a laugh at his own stupidity - this wasn't Emet-selch or an enemy come to do him further harm, just another of this city's echoes going about its remembered life.
"Please excuse my presence." He said wryly "I hope it is not an intrusion, but I fear I have nowhere else to go." Whatever this room was supposed to be for, he could be fairly certain that storing prisoners wasn't it.