[As he kneels, knees pressed hard against the rough stone-floor and he finds the bits of iron and metal in his pocket. A wire, bent and curving to the right and a narrow rod to prod at the lock.
It takes a while, the lighting by the cells is terrible and he's forced to do most of it by feel alone. The ridges and nicks inside the lock, the tumbler that stubbornly refuses to move for him.]
Nice to meet you. Morpheus.
[The lock clicks over, and the door opens on rusty hinges, squealing down the corridor for a brief second before the Darkling catches it.] You're free. Just stay out of the light until you feel a breeze, and watch out for the guards.
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[As he kneels, knees pressed hard against the rough stone-floor and he finds the bits of iron and metal in his pocket. A wire, bent and curving to the right and a narrow rod to prod at the lock.
It takes a while, the lighting by the cells is terrible and he's forced to do most of it by feel alone. The ridges and nicks inside the lock, the tumbler that stubbornly refuses to move for him.]
Nice to meet you. Morpheus.
[The lock clicks over, and the door opens on rusty hinges, squealing down the corridor for a brief second before the Darkling catches it.] You're free. Just stay out of the light until you feel a breeze, and watch out for the guards.