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Blake stood beside Ellery and made more space for others, he usually didn't like when he was cramped or when people were touching him, but cramped up with Ellery he actually felt fine. Kind of odd, the oddness from earlier. Damn Blake cursed himself and he blushed a little.
She wriggle a little because the content of her pocket was stabbing her so when it didn't stop the jabbing in her thigh she had to squeeze her hand in the pocket and put her pocket knife and other various items in her jacket pockets instead. Then she relaxed in the boat, leaning back a little. She wondered if she could dip her hand in the lake but thought Breyer then too because if she fell in she didn't even know if she'd be able swim in such density.
"This reminds me of family holidays and trying to pack everyone in the car with all our belongings pressed against our faces and the windows." She mumbled. She'd actually been on two golidays in her whole life and she xould barely remember them but she remembered the awful trip there and back. The back was worse then the way there because we always seemed to have more stuff to pack up in the car. She sighed softly- at least boats don't have roofs.
Blake looked at the ferryman and saw no emotion whatsoever on his face so Blake assumed this was normal. Blake noticed he was hugging Ellery, he blushed and released her rather quickly. Blake scratched the back his head. "Sorry." He said.
When she found her arms to side by Blake hugging her she laughed with a smile attempting to hide any real feelings she had for ablaze and his amusing behaviour. He sorng away and apologised to her so she shrugged with a smile. "Not a problem." Her cheeks were a little red but she actually seemed to be kind of positive for some reason which was bizarre for someone who ruled over something ad negative as death.
When she found her arms to side by Blake hugging her she laughed with a smile attempting to hide any real feelings she had for ablaze and his amusing behaviour. He sorng away and apologised to her so she shrugged with a smile. "Not a problem." Her cheeks were a little red but she actually seemed to be kind of positive for some reason which was bizarre for someone who ruled over something ad negative as death.
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But before you notice anything you see before a tunnel...
But this isn't any ordinary tunnel. A loud booming voices echos from the dark tunnel. "WHO DARES TO APPROACH THE REALM OF TARTARUS!" Suddenly you feel the boat lurch again almost as if the tunnel itself was pulling the boat towards it. Inside the boat there are 3 wooden ores. Some of you attempt to paddle away but it quickly becomes clear that you could not escape Tartarus Grasp.
"I wish I had a cigarette," she grumbled, before calling a bit of Underworld-ly rock to her so that she had something to do with her hands.
Blake felt the boat rock as some souls brushed it. Blake was used to boats, but not boats floating on a river of human souls. One of which Blake gladly contributed. Blake couldn't help but remember the day he had killed that boy, his entire life changed. He killed him, no mercy, no remorse, Blake was a warrior. The boy had chosen not to tap out and swallow his pride, Blake refused to let him go. His death was his own foolish fault. He over estimated himself.
Blake came back to reality to see nothing had changed.
"I wish I had a cigarette," she grumbled, before calling a bit of Underworld-ly rock to her so that she had something to do with her hands.
Blake smirked and produced a pack out of his back pack. "You'd be surprised who you can bribe with a smoke in Canada." Blake joked. He lit it with a snap of his fingers and offered it to her.