[ Lion doesn't join Shinji in fighting against the restraints. Why bother? They remember how strong they are, and this time there's no rescue coming. No last minute arrivals. Just the two of them, and whatever else is watching the play.
What he did succeed at, however, is lengthening the chain ever-so-slightly. Enough to stand up, if he doesn't mind hunching. ]
Later-
[ -is about all they say to that little quandry, as Wonderland seems to acknowledge Shinji's request. Make it worth his time, hmm? Very well.
There's another laugh, right behind Shinji's- Lion's- both's ear, and one last figure enters the stage. Another small girl - seriously, what is it with this play and small girls? - dressed in a familiar shade of blue and wielding a blood-red sword, lunging forward to cut one goat in half. But before she reaches it
the scene blurs, changes, warps
to a strange, occult study, covered wall-to-wall in bookshelves and knick-knacks and eldritch fancies. A handful of servants stand around two things: the corpse of an elderly man, faceless and strange like the girl from before, and- the witch named Bᴇᴀᴛʀɪᴄᴇ.
He says something, but no sound emerges. Just white noise.
"-made the servant carrying you go off a cliff by..." ]
No. [ Shinji is temporarily forgotten. ] T-That's not mine!
[ Lion finally moves, shooting to their feet on instinct, before cheerfully being reminded of their own leash. Fun times. ]
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What he did succeed at, however, is lengthening the chain ever-so-slightly. Enough to stand up, if he doesn't mind hunching. ]
Later-
[ -is about all they say to that little quandry, as Wonderland seems to acknowledge Shinji's request. Make it worth his time, hmm? Very well.
There's another laugh, right behind Shinji's- Lion's- both's ear, and one last figure enters the stage. Another small girl - seriously, what is it with this play and small girls? - dressed in a familiar shade of blue and wielding a blood-red sword, lunging forward to cut one goat in half. But before she reaches it
the scene blurs, changes, warps
to a strange, occult study, covered wall-to-wall in bookshelves and knick-knacks and eldritch fancies. A handful of servants stand around two things: the corpse of an elderly man, faceless and strange like the girl from before, and- the witch named Bᴇᴀᴛʀɪᴄᴇ.
He says something, but no sound emerges. Just white noise.
"-made the servant carrying you go off a cliff by..." ]
No. [ Shinji is temporarily forgotten. ] T-That's not mine!
[ Lion finally moves, shooting to their feet on instinct, before cheerfully being reminded of their own leash. Fun times. ]