If Drake and Emma Dynamo are confused by Phryne’s behaviour, it is nothing compared to the confusion in her head. A maelstrom of voices had assaulted her from the moment she had asked her—perfectly innocent—question. And the cacophony just won’t let up.
Get it! Get the Element! Another one! Another one!
HE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN T
No No No Don’t I Can’t I Won’t Be Able To It’s Too Much
Now, let’s think this through first…
oh my god I’m Dead I’m Dead I’m Dead I’m Dead I’m Dead oh my god
HE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN T
do it do it do it let’s make the Liberation of Light hahahahaha
And why had she said "Not yet" of all things? They would expect an explanation later. She had no idea what to say. And even if, it seemed she had lost control of her tongue anyway. That load of garbled nonsense she had told Drake? Wasn’t what she had planned to say at all. In her mind, everything had made perfect sense. Am I losing my grip, finally?
Why not take it from her? I can do it! The power! I’ll be unstoppable!
HE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN T
No No No I Can’t I Won’t I Will Lose What’s Left Of Me
There’s already nothing left of me…
not true not true not true not true not true not true not true not true
HE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN T
do it do it do it fulfill your Destiny
She never even hears Dirae Erinyes’s question. Shuddering and shaking, fingers clawing at her face—she won’t be able to stand this much longer. Stumbling to her feet, half-blindly moving towards the door, shoving people out of the way, knocking over chairs. "Excuse me… sorry… I think it’s… claustrophobia… I… I just need… a breath of fresh air, that’s all."
Very funny.
Phryne reaches the door just when Gideon comes back in, wanting to lock it. He never gets the chance: Phryne rips the door clean off its hinges, lets it fall to the ground, and disappears into the tunnels… Oops, sounds like she’s run somebody over there. Actually, it sounds like she’s just trampling over everything in her way.
Just a few minutes after two mysterious figures had entered the shed, its door is blasted open from inside, and spews out a glowing, fire-eyed madwoman looking like she’s about to explode.
The harpoon has just been dismantled, and the more intricate traps are meant to stop people from getting in, not out. However, all the usual tripwires, mines and booby-traps can be triggered from any direction.
A lot of them are triggered now.
Within seconds of charging out of the shed, Phryne is hit by arrows, spears, bullet-fire, actual fire, and shrapnel. Her left arm is pinned to her side at an awkward angle. Her right ear is ripped off by a fireball that nearly takes off her head. She almost runs into the big Zee-Mine. Cut, pierced, battered, bruised and burned, she comes to a halt near the sorrow-spider pit and, with an orgasmic shudder and a scream, releases a pulse of light from her body (which seems translucent there for a second).
The sorrow-spiders about to swarm all over her retreat back to their pit, whimpering.
Nothing else happens. She is glowing only very slightly now.
"By Storm, that was just what I needed!" She looks around herself, then down at herself. "Damn—I’ve ruined another dress." Her left foot is caught in a bear trap.
There is utter silence in her head.
"Now this is just beautiful." She begins to awkwardly retrace her steps to the shed. "Let’s see whether I’ve killed someone. If not, maybe someone will help me get these… things off of me and out of me."
edited by phryne on 4/4/2017