Round 91 Transcript

Beat 44:

Hera's attempt to use the sybian to counteract the wardstone energy sends a jolt of electricity through the bathroom, causing the water in the shower stall to erupt in a frenzy of foam and spray. The force of the water creates a temporary distraction, giving Halie and Abby just enough time to find a heavy object to brace the door. A large, ornate mirror hangs on the wall, its frame sturdy enough to support the weight of the door. As the group struggles to position the mirror, Silra's focus remains on Jeane, her eyes locked onto the sorcerer's strained face. The tension in the air is palpable, and Hera's hands move with a practiced ease as she adjusts the sybian's settings, seeking the perfect frequency to disrupt the wardstone energy. The group's combined efforts create a fragile bulwark against the impending structural collapse, but the wardstone energy continues to escalate, its power coursing through the bathroom like a living thing. The mirror, now firmly in place, creaks ominously under the weight of the door, and the group holds its collective breath, waiting to see if their makeshift barricade will hold. Immediate consequence: The mirror, now in place, creaks ominously under the weight of the door, threatening to shatter at any moment.

I take a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves as I look around the bathroom. The water is rising fast from the broken shower, and the floor is slick with spilled lubricant. I can hear the building creaking ominously around us, and I know we don't have much time. "Alright, everyone," I say, trying to project a calm authority that I don't quite feel. "Halie, Abby - start looking for anything heavy we can use to brace the door. Silra, keep an eye on Jeane - we need her focused right now."

I turn my attention to the sybian sitting on the counter. It's our best hope of counteracting the wardstone energy, but I'm not sure how to use it effectively. I run my hands over the smooth plastic surface, feeling the vibrations even though it's turned off. "What do we know about this thing?" I ask, more to myself than to anyone else. "How does it work?"

I glance at Jeane, who is straining against her magical bindings, her wings flaring with power. She seems to be trying to hold back the wardstone energy, but I'm not sure how long she can last. "Jeane," I call out, trying to get her attention. "What's your idea? How can we use this to our advantage?"

I push my wings out—feathers crackle with strain against the binding spell still clinging like static—and focus everything I have into that barrier across the bathroom door. Everyone get back! The wardstone's answering our presence, and this whole fucking building is about to fold in half. Every pulse from beyond the door feels like someone hammering spikes through my skull. The toys on the floor—vibrators, dildos, everything with a motor—are vibrating now too, resonating with that energy bleeding through. The shower stall broke completely and water's pouring out across the tile floor mixing with whatever lube got spilled in the chaos. It makes the ground slippery as fuck but at least it dilutes whatever mess Hera made with the sybian earlier. I need everyone to focus. Silra's trying to help brace the door with that heavy mirror, which is something, I guess. But her methodical approach isn't fast enough. Each wardstone pulse makes cracks appear in the bathroom tiles. We're running out of time and she's treating this like a puzzle box instead of an immediate threat. Halie's praying or something—whatever religious nonsense clerics do when things get bad—and Abby's just cowering in the corner which is honestly helpful because at least she's not getting in anyone else's way. Hera's trying to use the sybian again, riding it like some kind of desperate solution. I can see her thighs trembling with effort already. I need to maintain this barrier spell or we're all dead. But holding it feels like someone's slowly tightening a noose around my entire nervous system. The power pulses through me in waves that make my wings ache and my breasts tingle—I can feel milk starting to form despite not being aroused for that purpose. It's just the demonic nature flaring up under strain. The doorframe groans with each pulse from the wardstone, wood splintering audibly now. If that barrier fails, whatever energy's trapped in there will flood this bathroom and cook us all from the inside out—or worse, possess someone and use them as a vessel to spread its influence. I can't let that happen. Silra! Use your fucking rogue skills to find something actually heavy—like a dresser or a desk—and drag it here now! And Hera, for the love of whatever gods you worship, make that thing stop vibrating or you're going to short-circuit every electrical device in this suite!

I'm already searching for anything heavy enough to brace this door Jeane just barely keeps standing. The floor is slick as ice from all these damn bottles of lube rolling everywhere—I can't get traction in here with my boots soaked through. I find an old mirror, probably what that demon used last night before we arrived, and drag it over. The wood groans under its weight immediately, but at least it's something solid between us and whatever the hell is answering our presence on the other side of this door. We need more though—this won't hold for long if the building keeps creaking like a coffin lid about to fall shut.