THISTLE

[crittersheep]

[You're suddenly surrounded by shadows and howling winds, and feel a slash across your cheek--shadowy claw marks. All your powers, original, sheep, or otherwise, have been sealed off. You also find yourself shackled; shadowy tendrils keeping you in place, wrapped around your wrists and ankles.

And one of you, in the center is contained within an orb. You're free to move around, or maybe you fall asleep, as a small of amount of nightmare gas sedates you somewhat.

There is only one person allowed to move around freely--A Weed. Or if no Weed is present, one of you is released form your shackles, but chained at the throat.

A voice booms through the shadows. ]

You will tell me who deserves his Vengeance.

Comments

[survivaltricks]

[it doesn't seem to be enough. Lupin is still thrashing against his restraints, trying and failing to get to Tyr]

Assholes--!

[shortforever]

[It's too bad he can't go over and grab him to get his attention.]

I know, they are. And we'll get 'em later. But keep a clear head, yeah? We still need you.

[survivaltricks]

[we still need you. that gets Lupin to calm down more than anything else, but he still looks pissed the fuck off.]

I don't want to play along with this pathetic charade.

[shortforever]

Neither do I. But we're good at making our own answers, rules be damned. We'll find a way.

[survivaltricks]

[hah. . . hah]

[that's one of the most comforting things Lupin has heard yet, and he lifts his chin a bit defiantly in response]

There are risks in doing that.

[. . .]

But I'm not afraid of them.

[shortforever]

Good. Because neither am I.

[Thistles aren't known for being ruled by their fears.]

[survivaltricks]

Then let's do it.

[his grin stretches sharp across his features]

And show them the strength of our will.