Then I guess we gotta do this fast. [ Logan pours the contents of the bottle-- gasoline, apparently-- over the toothpick masterpiece, fully expecting Vira-Lorr to light it all after. If not, he'll do it himself.
But the flames flick, the toothpicks engulfed in raging, roaring fire. As they start to crumble, that's when the sounds start-- the screaming echoing off the walls, the sound of debris falling, of bones breaking, of people screaming for help.
Logan hates it. Shivers a little, even, as it happens-- because the sounds come in perfect quality, like he's hearing them in real life.
Only when the town's burnt through completely does the door open for them. The rest of the hallway is waiting. ]
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But the flames flick, the toothpicks engulfed in raging, roaring fire. As they start to crumble, that's when the sounds start-- the screaming echoing off the walls, the sound of debris falling, of bones breaking, of people screaming for help.
Logan hates it. Shivers a little, even, as it happens-- because the sounds come in perfect quality, like he's hearing them in real life.
Only when the town's burnt through completely does the door open for them. The rest of the hallway is waiting. ]