[ eupha doesn't scream. perhaps she would, but it feels like something catches in her throat.
she tries to kick at the thing reaching for her, but then something grabs her from behind, and she gives a violent start, flailing and jabbing her elbow into the person behind her. ]
[well she slays one devilish foe. The figure behind stumbles back, letting her go at once.
And with the sudden sharpness of the pain, the vision is gone. No mad dashing figure, no stink, no music, no sewers. The kitchen and all its cabinets and counters are what lies beyond the door now, as it always has been. Always should be.
Behind her Richie Tozier rubs his ribs and stands up straight, making sure to catch her eyes (the normal two). Checking her over, pale but nodding his head.]
It's okay, you had every right. You're not gonna put me in traction.
[His lips purse. He looks around, makes certain there's no other signs of strangeness. It's always hard to shake though, that dreadful feeling. Like it might come back at any moment.]
What do you say we get out of here? Go grab a nice cup of tea at the cafe or something? No need to stick around when the mood's so grim, huh?
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she tries to kick at the thing reaching for her, but then something grabs her from behind, and she gives a violent start, flailing and jabbing her elbow into the person behind her. ]
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[well she slays one devilish foe. The figure behind stumbles back, letting her go at once.
And with the sudden sharpness of the pain, the vision is gone. No mad dashing figure, no stink, no music, no sewers. The kitchen and all its cabinets and counters are what lies beyond the door now, as it always has been. Always should be.
Behind her Richie Tozier rubs his ribs and stands up straight, making sure to catch her eyes (the normal two). Checking her over, pale but nodding his head.]
Eupha, you're all right. Okay? It's not here.
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An illusion...?
[ another moment, and she starts breathing again, like she just remembered that she should. ]
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[Richie nods again. Tries for her shoulder once more, now that she's coming back into herself.]
Seems like a thing this week. Thoughts and uh. Visions, I guess.
[Nightmares.]
You all right, kid? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to spook you.
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... Yes... I'm all right.
Did I hit you? I'm sorry.
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[His lips purse. He looks around, makes certain there's no other signs of strangeness. It's always hard to shake though, that dreadful feeling. Like it might come back at any moment.]
What do you say we get out of here? Go grab a nice cup of tea at the cafe or something? No need to stick around when the mood's so grim, huh?
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I would like that.
And... please don't worry about what just happened. It was only a momentary fright, nothing more.
[ she doesn't want him to blame himself. ]