OOM: You made a deal and now it seems you have to offer up

[sunbaked_baker]

(oom: The evidence, the file... Rae could see the pages curling as they burned, the photographs' emulsions sizzling and turning black, but there was no way she could get to them in time. She could hear the fetch shrieking as its spell warped and its form melted within the sealed container on the flame-wreathed desk.)

Comments

[imthepilot]

(ooc: brilliantly written and frankly terrifying! Well done.)

[i_am_your_host]

[ooc: AAAHH! That was intense! Poor Rae!]

[herr_bookman]

[OOC: I loved all the foreshadowing of the inevitable explosion, like the desk and the file cabinet being made of matchsticks, and all the fire imagery of the Goddess of Pain! Well done!]

[sticktothemission]

[ooc: Most enjoyable!]

[iprotectyou]

(OOC: This whole process has been so powerfully written, and what a climactic finish!)

[nocturnalmedicine]

[ ooc: Oh, Rae. ♥ ]