( contrary to what are even her own usual expectations, ilde isn't actually completely useless when she's cornered; the world she lives in no longer allows for the luxury of not having at least some notion of how to defend oneself. still-- she relies on misdirection and other abilities largely ineffective against a boggart designed to feed on her own fear. especially when it's so hard to focus on them when she is so fucking afraid--
she bolts, but jasper (or this thing that looks like jasper, wearing a discreet gold cross and the fervor of the zealot in his eyes, with blood on his broad hands) has more than a foot of height on her, longer, easier strides, and she doesn't have the leisure to actually slow down as she fumbles with her communicator for...shit. for who? there are a few numbers ready to go. it only takes her a split-second to make the decision, and the message emma receives is harried, that slightly too high pitched panicky tone that belies the habitual flippancy-- )
You don't happen to have a gun and a spare minute, do you? It's only I'm quite small and he's quite fast and I-- fuck me--
( the sound of a thud, a gurgle. the thing that isn't jasper doesn't actually want to choke her to death, not when the things he can say to her are so much more horrifying than just dying, so there's time to figure out that there'd been the sound of running water and other ambient sounds of the gardens in the background initially, that ilde usually comes and goes via a particular corridor, that she probably couldn't have got far before she dropped her device. )
holdin' out for a hero
she bolts, but jasper (or this thing that looks like jasper, wearing a discreet gold cross and the fervor of the zealot in his eyes, with blood on his broad hands) has more than a foot of height on her, longer, easier strides, and she doesn't have the leisure to actually slow down as she fumbles with her communicator for...shit. for who? there are a few numbers ready to go. it only takes her a split-second to make the decision, and the message emma receives is harried, that slightly too high pitched panicky tone that belies the habitual flippancy-- )
You don't happen to have a gun and a spare minute, do you? It's only I'm quite small and he's quite fast and I-- fuck me--
( the sound of a thud, a gurgle. the thing that isn't jasper doesn't actually want to choke her to death, not when the things he can say to her are so much more horrifying than just dying, so there's time to figure out that there'd been the sound of running water and other ambient sounds of the gardens in the background initially, that ilde usually comes and goes via a particular corridor, that she probably couldn't have got far before she dropped her device. )