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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[withintreason]

[ uughhHHhhhHHhHhhhh ]

[angelcage]

[ The muttering trails off incoherently, and he sits down, head curled to his knees. ]

[dendarii]

[ Oh my god Mordred, you're the worst. If Miles weren't having these bouts of unconsciousness he'd have intervened before now.

He stoops next to the man, gently reaching out for him to help. ]

Are you all right?

[angelcage]

[ He grabs his wrist— grip surprisingly strong as his head jerks up. Eyes wide, he stares into Miles eyes and then says, with venom: ]

Mutie. Mutant. Should. . . should have killed you then.

[dendarii]

[ Miles flinches back like he's been burned. It's been years since he's heard that term leveled at him so directly. ]

Don't. [ He takes a sharp breath. ] You've been hurt and you don't know what you're saying.

[angelcage]

Do . . . Do, do, do.

[ He repeats, vehemently if not coherently.

Fragile. Powder bones. Shards. Broken over and over again bones. You're not right. Couldn't fix you.

[dendarii]

[ Miles clenches and unclenches his jaw for several seconds. God ... dammit all. Maybe the best thing to do is to leave the man here. ]

Stay here. We'll be back. I may be unfixable, but I will get out of here alive.

[ He's going to go find the nearest unexplored room now. ]

[angelcage]

[ From the abandoned room, your options are NORTH and SOUTH ]

[dendarii]

[ To the NORTH then. ]

[angelcage]

You and Mordred continue NORTH of the abandoned room.

After a moment, and the door closes, the madman moves to follow. ]