Betrayal at House on the Hill

[angelcage]

[ You sleep, the ground cold beneath your cheek. The ground is hard as stone, cold marble beneath a fine layer of dust that doesn't come anywhere near acting as a cushion. The dust stirs with your breathing.


>> Wake up ]

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[ He scrambles back up to his feet, III's arm hanging loose from where it is chained to Yuma's. His other hand scrubs against his mouth, pressing against his nose. He looks once more at the room — it's still that, and no matter what those glyphs look like, Yuma has no interest in daggers, let alone ones that are MADE OF BLOOD?? or in a MURDER SCENE ROOM???

He grabs III and throws him over his shoulder (and onto a drum), armor still clamoring against metal and fabric. He abandons the dagger and instead heads back towards the upper landing to run the heck back downstairs. ]

How long are you gonna sleep through this?!

[angelcage]

[ III would be so disappointed, but the dagger is left where it manifested.

Yuma returns to the Entrance hall. ]