[ Flynn knows well and good that things like this aren't always the safest: that the danger appears after a few moments, or so much later it seems unrelated.
Which doesn't stop him from repeating the soft "understood" like a good knight and stepping into the space behind Ademnet.
Or, well.
He thinks he's behind him. He's sure he is, and then Flynn steps into the little white room, blindingly bright, and finds himself alone.
He pauses on the threshold, his breath catching sharp. ]
That isn't good.
[ Four walls, a floor, a ceiling, a pedestal. Flynn's voice echoes. ]
no subject
Which doesn't stop him from repeating the soft "understood" like a good knight and stepping into the space behind Ademnet.
Or, well.
He thinks he's behind him. He's sure he is, and then Flynn steps into the little white room, blindingly bright, and finds himself alone.
He pauses on the threshold, his breath catching sharp. ]
That isn't good.
[ Four walls, a floor, a ceiling, a pedestal. Flynn's voice echoes. ]
Are you still there?