Mar. 8th, 2010

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~As she had become aware once more of her breathing, eyes blinking, conscious thought, she also sensed that the growth of the aggressive plant had slowed. She had risked a glance at Hal-she could not have been dead for more than what-minutes, hours. Time meant less than nothing here.

It had taken time to break off all the stalks which had continued to grow after her temporary demise. But they had worked together and agreed that they wanted out of Dis as quickly as possible.

They had moved quietly but as quickly as possible, and now they pause to catch their breath and try to gain bearings. The air Beauty notices has changed.~ We must be nearing the boundary of Dis. The air feels cooler here, almost damp and there is a faint odor- is that fish and rotting vegetables? ~She spits on the ground in disgust and then seems both surprised and ashamed of such behavior. They walk on and the ground turns from hard baked and cracked till it is becoming slimy, squelchy and slightly fetid muck. Beauty seems to take no notice letting the train of her elegant gown trail through the ooze. She stops long enough to remove her slippers and continues walking with the muck sucking around her feet. She is singing softly to herself the way a child does and she smiles at Hal as though they are strolling through the gardens from her home.~
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You know, Lilah Morgan, sometimes you're a real idiot.

~Still shedding leaves like dead skin flaking from her flesh, Lilah trudges on and on through the maze of the Bulls, following the instructions she bartered from her former coworker just before he re-ignited in his brazier. One thing you can say about W & H employees, they are predictable. The promise of escape from Hell was more than enough to prompt him to "share" some info he'd been able to glean while being imprisoned in Dis for so long. He coughed up directions to Dis' municipal hall, and Lilah promised she'd argue his case as well. As if. He was never anything to speak of in the courtroom; of course he wants Lilah's help. But Lilah only helps Lilah, and now that the damned stir fry isn't poking through her skin, she feels she can really start to make some progress...

Until she realizes with a start that she's no longer on Level 6. She turns to glower at the shiny Bulls now crowding in to prevent her return, and stamps her foot in the inch deep mucky water standing on the surface of the ground as a mosquito tries to taste her.~

This is just wonderful, ~she bemoans.~ Well, at least I may not be the worst smelling thing for miles around. ~But she kinda wishes she had someone there to appreciate it.~


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