October Aftermath: Crystal Clear

[lifeaftr_mods]

Who: All!
What: You're back, for better or worse. Time to recover.
When: Backdated to the 24th and beyond.
Where: The Monkey Compound, Islets, etc.
Warnings: Mark as you go.


No matter where you are on the morning of the 24th, things will very abruptly go dark.

Unless you're dead. In which case, things are already dark. And you do not see this.

For the rest of you, however, the Storyteller appears only briefly. Gone is their seemingly indifferent nature; as the rabbit hops too and throe, the pages of their tome flick back and forth in an erratic pattern, stopping on a blank page for only a moment, before continuing on. Despite the pages always turning in the one direction, there seems to be no end to them, not at all.

"I'll keep this brief, for the moment. All of you have now been removed from the caverns below," A haggard sigh- and a reluctant addition. "Those of you still alive.

"Your efforts have allowed me access to what lies below. I have sealed off the entrances- from now, the responsibility of cleaning up the mess is upon me."

And that appears to be it. Darkness returns, along with the sensation of lying upon the sand. Birds call out from the jungle, joining the rhythmic shift of the waves. No matter where you were on the island; underground, or above, you awaken upon the shoreline near the Storyteller's temple, along with the rest of the survivors.



"For what it is worth, I am truly sorry."

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[[If you have yet to do so, make sure you confirm your character's death here!]]

Comments

[mamaterasu]

[Amaterasu stops in her wandering, uttering a loud yawn as she sits. She is very tired, and looks at the food basket only with curiosity and not any actual interest. Her stomach may always be ready to gobble anything up, but even if Muffet offers, she will take nothing - let others benefit from a good meal. She can forage on her own later, after a long rest somewhere.

She nods her head to the kind words, folding them back. They're quite heavy, in retrospect, but yes...she's glad she can provide her aid to those that didn't have to suffer. Physically, anyway. Still, she feels the weight of loss fall heavily over her, like a dark fog, and her head lowers. Can she purify that place too, like she did with the monkey camp? Possibly not...and she thinks perhaps it best not to, this time. The loss hurts, truly, but in time they will recover. Slowly, but surely.

She's glad you're here, too.]

[prettypurpleparlor]

[She notes Amaterasu's lack of interest in the food, compared to when they were in the caverns, but still holds up the basket with a questioning look- politeness demands that she offer, even if the offer is declined.]

I don't suppose there's anything I can do for you, since we're trying?

[Sometimes, there's not much you can do but let time heal things. It's still worth trying.]

[mamaterasu]

[Any other time, Amaterasu would jump at the opportunity to have a free, tasty snack offered to her, but she really can't bring herself to accept it. She's fine, and food ought be offered to those that really need it. Heaven knows there are those around, who no longer have anyone to support them and cook for them. There's so many children on this island...

Does she need anything further? That's...difficult. Amaterasu tilts her head to one side, making a low groaning noise as she contemplates for a minute or two. There really isn't anything she needs, other than a long rest, but...hm. Taking her paw, she draws in the dirt a rather crude image of Muffet's face and a bunch of other little faces. Around them, she adds little hearts.

Love and protect the people here, that's all she really ever needs.]

[prettypurpleparlor]

[It takes a second for Muffet to get it, but she does and she smiles, genuinely touched.]

Ah, you're very kind. Only, please do recall that we might care for you in turn, since you care for us.

Support is like a web, you see- each strand woven together upholds the structure, no one string taking all the weight.

[mamaterasu]

[Heh... Very like a spider, to make a moral from a pun. Ammy's lips turn up at their corners into a sly smile, and she wheezes out a soft sort of 'laugh', shaking her head a little. That was bad, but she does agree with the sentiment one hundred percent. A web indeed, or a weave...as they are so very similar; each thread colored its own, bright hue, melded together into a vibrant and exquisite tapestry. That's what unity is.

She understands, and bows her head in thanks. She'll not turn away gifts given in gratitude, or help offered in support - no, she is not that sort, but she is a relatively simple creature. A bit of praise or some kind words are all Amaterasu needs most times. In fact, the former is rejuvenating to her, and gives her renewed vigor and life. Praise, and faith, is what a god needs to keep their divinity. For what is a god to a nonbeliever?

Perhaps, just a plain, white wolf.]

Can probably wrap this unless there's more you want to do.

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Her own laugh is a quiet, delicate little thing, covering her mouth politely with one hand. She'll just blame that pun on spending too much time around Sans. Clearly, it's all his fault.]

[Muffet has no notion of who or what Amaterasu is beyond another person tossed unexpectedly onto this island's shores, but she does genuinely believe that she's trying to do good, and she respects her for that. Hopefully, that helps at least a little bit.]