#undertakerelsen

[ask-damned-elsen]

((All hail Vastimer's dick))

[masked-traveler]

(undertakerelsen) "....You're not a Zacharie."

Mark gives the strange man a surprised look. Why was he so…bleached white? Mark swallowed a little. “No, I don’t believe I am.” A Zarcharie? As in more than one? And how was he mistaken? “Auhh…” Mark scratched the back of his head. “What do you mean by a Zacharie, sir?”

[lemonclock]

Wait-

-squints-

"Forgive me, Admin."

-squints more-

- an odd clink of chains, and- wait.

The taste of bile rose in her throat as her right hand went to her chest, wrapping around a thick chain protruding out of it. It was hooked to a centerpiece that created a small hole lined with steel through the middle of her sternum. She pulled on it gently, and it pulled taught until she released it.

-SQUINTS LOUDLY-

A subtle tug on her chain broke her out of her thoughts, and she glanced down, following the path of the object with her eyes. It expanded out across the ocean of plastic to the east, out of her field of vision.

Her voice came out as a tiny breath. “That’s…the direction of Zone 3…”

-un squints one eye-

Vastimer scratched the back of his neck and frowned “I try not to think too hard about it, although I have my suspicions…” He said, shuddering at the thought.

-narrows said eye-

-squints again- you little shits-

I see what you did there.

I SEE WHAT YOU FUCKING DID.  

I’ve figured the fuck outa this shit.