the narrator (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} a_shade_of_gray) wrote,@ 2006-04-10 13:50:00 |
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FFIV.
100 words.
The chest opened with a mighty groan of protest; a comical cloud of dust exploding outward.
“What is it?”
“I can't see!”
“No monsters?”
“Careful – might be trapped.”
“Let me through!” The last punctuated with a sharp elbow to Edge's exposed side, Rydia pushed past him and reached into the mysterious chest with the carelessness of youth. “It's just an old rope.”
“Rydia...” Rosa's voice was one of quiet caution, “I don't think that's a rope. . .”
Rydia looked more carefully, blinked, then promptly screamed.
Cecil grabbed the severed tail from her before she could throw it; grinning. “I know someone who might want this."
100 words.
The chest opened with a mighty groan of protest; a comical cloud of dust exploding outward.
“What is it?”
“I can't see!”
“No monsters?”
“Careful – might be trapped.”
“Let me through!” The last punctuated with a sharp elbow to Edge's exposed side, Rydia pushed past him and reached into the mysterious chest with the carelessness of youth. “It's just an old rope.”
“Rydia...” Rosa's voice was one of quiet caution, “I don't think that's a rope. . .”
Rydia looked more carefully, blinked, then promptly screamed.
Cecil grabbed the severed tail from her before she could throw it; grinning. “I know someone who might want this."
