08-02-2023, 09:52 PM
Images fluttered in that strange after image and reality mode and slowly faded as Cruz found himself on the ground. The vaguest of memories of falling backwards. He wasn't sure exactly what happened. And when he was asked what happened he blinked at the man who'd sent them into the darkness for the thrill of fear and death and the image that haunted him. "I fell." was all he could muster as he took the mans slim hand. Cruz felt as if the man's hand might break in his. But it didn't. There was lingering fear... panic and paranoia. How did that image make it inside. It was clearly a man who'd channeled, he'd seen the weaves. But...
Cis and Camillia were wrapped around each other again, perfection in a bundle. One subdued the other would wrap him up and send him to hell with a sticker and a bow. The image made him smile. He could deal with that. "I think I need a drink, and to sit down." Maybe this was why his father drank so much wine.
Cruz smiled at their patron. "Thank you. This all yours?" He waved to the attraction. He meant the images inside including the image he'd seen but he doubted a man would fully admit he was behind the image. How would he even know what haunted him.
The rush of fear was fading and Cruz' head was spinning a little. Worse than a hangover. He blinked through it. Maybe a drink was not going to work either. "Go again?" Though a second trip through might not work as well, he knew what to expect. "Maybe not. Won't be as good so soon."
Cis and Camillia were wrapped around each other again, perfection in a bundle. One subdued the other would wrap him up and send him to hell with a sticker and a bow. The image made him smile. He could deal with that. "I think I need a drink, and to sit down." Maybe this was why his father drank so much wine.
Cruz smiled at their patron. "Thank you. This all yours?" He waved to the attraction. He meant the images inside including the image he'd seen but he doubted a man would fully admit he was behind the image. How would he even know what haunted him.
The rush of fear was fading and Cruz' head was spinning a little. Worse than a hangover. He blinked through it. Maybe a drink was not going to work either. "Go again?" Though a second trip through might not work as well, he knew what to expect. "Maybe not. Won't be as good so soon."