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Arthur Lester 10 of swords Tarot

This is actually the first Tarot design that I've been inspired to do. Blame it on the witch with a rapier, I guess. It really does seem like every time Arthur tries anything, he falls in a hole or gets stabbed.

Time doing a prison break, anyone? ;)

Out of the whole Chain the next ones have actually made a prison break: Time, Twilight, Wind and Sky. Remind me if there's others too.

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Either a bad guy has managed to get one or few of the Chain thrown into a jail or then the boys have done something foolish. Either way, Time is up for doing a prison break to get them out. He DID try talking and even paying the bail but nothing worked out. The rest help in getting the prison break done and the nine run and hide.

-.-.-.-.-.-.- Notions: - Stone Mask for Time to move through the prison and Legend’s Magic Cape to hide the one who’ll be fetched from the prison. - Not sure if they’re needing to get the actual bad guy caught or possible other bad guys whom also ran off during the prison break. Maybe they just try to stay hidden while hoping for a new portal to open up and get them the hell away from there. -.-.-.-.-.-.-

During the prison break when Time’s fetching Wars as last (secluded off due to being a Knight Captain), one of the prisoners see through the Stone Mask’s magic and grab Time. Warriors attacks but Time ends up bit hurt (stabbed). They get out of there but the bad guy makes a deal with a guard and they chase after the Heroes.

The bad guy wants the mask and its magic for his evil deeds.

@whumpril Day 10: Adrenaline

CW: Probable misuse of medication (not for plot purposes, but because I'm not a medical professional and am basically making this up), criminal Whumpee, blood loss, fear of death.

Nothing had gone as planned. Whumpee was supposed to get into the compound, download the virus, and get back out. It wasn't supposed to take more than an hour. They weren't supposed to run into anyone. Least of all Whumper. Now Whumpee was bleeding uncontrollably from a knife wound in their chest, and running blindly through the labyrinthian facility trying to escape Whumper and find some kind of exit.

Thank God Caretaker had insisted on coming along. Whumpee had argued that this was a one man job, and they could drive their own getaway car. But Caretaker was a worrier, and apparently a vindicated one now. Whumpee could only hope they would get back to them to hear Caretaker tell them that themselves.

Struggling to stay focused as they ran through the building, trying to remember where they had gotten in from, Whumpee turned down a dark hallway lined with doors. Whumpee hadn't remembered being in this area of the building before, but with Whumper at their heels they could barely complain about the ample hiding places it provided and stumbled forward, one hand staunching their bleeding as best they could and the other grabbing at doorknobs, hoping against hope that one of them would swing open. Finally, at the end of the hall, one of them did with such a loud screech it made Whumpee's blood run cold even as the slipped in and locked the door behind them.

The dark room beyond seemed to be some sort of chemical lab. The walls were lined with counter spaces topped with severely sterile looking machines and locked cabinets. A part of Whumpee's mind drifted towards the idea that there was probably something valuable to steal in the room, before a sudden thunder clap of pain radiated from their chest through the rest of their body so intense that their knees gave out underneath them and they fell to the floor muffling a cry.

It had vaguely occurred to Whumpee before that the only reason they had gotten as far as they had as of yet was because of the adrenaline pumping through their body and numbing the pain and panic coursing through them. It seemed to have been starting to ware off now though and the room swam in front of Whumpee as they rolled onto their back and grasped the bloody hole in their chest with both hands. The contact elicited a disgusting squelching noise and another thunder bolt of pain that made Whumpee's eye site go grey momentarily.

Concentrate! They ordered themselves, their eyes sweeping around the room dizzyingly. There was a window at the far end of the lab. Whumpee couldn't tell if it opened or not, but they could at least be able us it their barings as to where Caretaker might have stationed themselves if they could get to it. That would be no use though if they bleed to death before they got out of the compound, which was a dangerously real possibility right now, so Whumpee continued to scan the room until their eyes finally landed a large metal box screwed to an adjacent wall with FIRST AID written across it in large red letters.

Whumpee pulled themselves into a sitting position and the world wavered in front of them. They could feel the little blood they had left in their body rushing away from their head and heart and towards the open would between their upper ribs. A nauseating feeling washed over them and Whumpee had to fight the urge to pass out. They knew they wouldn't wake up again if they did. This also served to confirm that there was no way Whumpee was going to be able to stand in their current condition. So once they'd gotten their senses back Whumpee resolved to start scooting across the floor on their butt, holding their gushing wound with both hands and fighting for consciousness the whole time.

When Whumpee was halfway to the first aid kit however, they suddenly became aware of the sound of heavy footsteps rapidly becoming louder. They froze and pressed themselves up against the nearest cabinet, holding their breathe as they listened to Whumper's familiar footsteps run down the hall past the room they were in, then back a few seconds later, disappearing back the way they'd come and back into the depths of the compound. Whumpee gasped for air as they heard Whumper's footsteps disapear. There was was a sudden rush in their heartrate that didn't seem so dizzying, and a shock of renewed adrenaline ran through them that they used to leverage themselves to their knees to quickly crawl the rest of the way to the first aid kit.

The adrenaline had run out by the time they got there, and Whumpee teetered on the edge of consciousness as they pulled the first aid kit from it's box on the wall and flung it open. Breathing was getting so painful that Whumpee was beginning to wonder if the knife had punctured their lung after all.

Hang in there, they told themselves. You just need to stuff the wound. Whumpee collapsed against another set of cabinets. Most of their energy spent, and ran a bloody hand over the supplies in the kit, feeling rather than seeing for the packets of gauze. Instead their hands ran over something plastic and cylindrical. Hovering over it out of exhaustion more than curiosity, Whumpee quickly realized what they were feeling. It was an EpiPen.

It took Whumpee several seconds to figure out why their slowing heart leapt with joy at the feeling of the medical device under their finger tips. They didn't have any allergies, and though they'd been trained in how to use an EpiPen, they'd never had need to before.

Epinephrine. Adrenaline. Their mind sluggishly eked out the thought, followed by a half forgotten memory of Caretaker explaining to them how adrenaline worked by constricting blood vessels.

It was a terrible idea. Part of Whumpee knew that. But they were desperate, and probably not thinking straight. And they knew that if they didn't stop the bleeding somehow they were going to be dead soon anyway.

Slowly Whumpee's fingers closed around the EpiPen and they dragged it out of the first aid kit and towards their body. It took them several tries before they managed to get the safety cap off, but once they did they held it up with a shaking hand and hovered over a space just above their wound. They knew that when being used for it's intended purpose, you where supposed to stab the patient in a larger muscle. But when used for bleeding Whumpee considered that they wanted it as close to the veins they were trying to target as possible. Whumpee sucked in what they hoped wouldn't be their final breathe and bit the inside of their cheeks to gag their own scream then drove the pen into their muscle with all their remaining strength, pressing the button at the opposite end before the pain could paralyze them.

Please let this work. Whumpee prayed to any God that might be listening. This is my last hope. Please let this work.

@figuwhump day 4!!!!

Whumpee gasped, clutching at the knife embedded in their stomach.

"It's over, darling. It's time to die." Whumper grinned, shoving Whumpee backwards so that they fell to the ground. "I'll see you in hell." And they walked away.

Whumpee whimpered, curling into a fetal position. They didn't pull the knife out. They knew better than to do that. Still, would it matter? It hurt so much— Surely they were dying.

A hand brushed over Whumpee, from their head down past their shoulder. "Look up, child."

Hesitantly, Whumpee looked up with a grimace. "Wh-who..."

The person standing over them was not Whumper. It was a new person, tall and pale, draped in all black. They had a face, but for some reason Whumpee couldn't distinguish their features. Maybe they were in shock already..?

"You've been left for me, but I am not ready for you." The person knelt and scooped Whumpee up off the ground.

Through gritted teeth, Whumpee screamed in pain. They couldn't stop the stranger from lifting them, but— oh— it hurt. "Who are you??" They managed to gasp in between pained breaths.

"You already know who I am, child."

And, somehow, Whumpee did know. "Are... are you Death..?"

"I am." Death gave a single nod as they began to carry Whumpee away.

Whumpee squeezed their eyes shut. "So this... this is the end, then..."

"No." Death's voice was firm. "I have told you already— I am not yet prepared for you."

"Then why—" Whumpee winced, pausing to catch their breath. "— Why are you here?"

Death did not answer.

—

Death lay Whumpee down on a cot before withdrawing the knife from their stomach. Whumpee screamed and then lay gasping in pain, their entire body trembling.

Death quickly and efficiently stopped the bleeding and bandaged Whumpee before standing. When they returned to Whumpee’s side, they held a cup and a bowl. "Drink, child." Death set the bowl down and helped Whumpee sit, holding the cup to their lips.

Whumpee obeyed, gulping down the offered water.

When they had finished the glass, Death lay them back down and withdrew a wet cloth from the bowl. They wrung it out and layed it against Whumpee's forehead. They then bagan to busy themself with preparing other bandages and medicines.

"Why are you helping me?" Whumpee rasped, trying to sit up.

Death gently pushed them back down. "It is not yet your time. I despise those who try to rush me." They wrung out a new cloth and switched it with the previous one. "Try and rest, dear child. You will make it through the night."

"But—" Whumpee squeezed their eyes shut again, trying to ignore the pain. "But you're Death! Why would you save my life??"

Death's voice was calm and even, just as it had been the entire time thus far. "I will have you eventually. I have no need to jump at the first opportunity. I will have you when I choose and not a moment sooner. It is my choice and mine alone when it is your time. I do not appreciate when people try to make the choice in my stead."

No.. No. It is all that good-for-nothing’s fault. Clearly, he was trying to take away everything I have. I will not allow him to get away with this.. Rest assured, though...

I will have my revenge.