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The Mods of LifeAftr ([personal profile] lifeaftr_mods) wrote in [community profile] lifeaftr2017-10-30 03:03 pm

October Aftermath: Crystal Clear

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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[personal profile] yallstupid 2017-11-08 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
[He can feel the tension in her. Guzma doesn't have to see the child's face to know that she's shaking, that she's crying - the hand on her head is enough for him to feel the distress pulsing through her like waves. He hates it, really hates it, but he believes he's prepared when he looks at her again, to try and offer something to appease Luna's troubled mind, and bring her a bit of peace in this moment. A crude remark, a snort, anything at all. He's fine. It's fine. He's got this...he's the Bid Bad Boss of Team Skull, he--

...He is woefully unprepared to see Luna cry.

Immediately, something in Guzma's stomach lurches forward, cold and painful - like claws digging their way through his gut, attempting to grasp at his heart. It feels like a punch in the face, and he freezes for half a second, wants to recoil so as not to add anymore to her pain, but he's still and stiff, eyes wide and just...stunned. Why is she crying? She never seemed the type to cry - the kid was so strong and so brave, it felt like she could do anything. In his eyes, she was fearless - something he made himself out to be, and was beaten down by his own stupid choices and his foolishness. She always seemed better than him, at everything.

But she's a kid. She's always been a kid. She's not fearless, she's not indestructible, she's human. Luna is human, just like he is, and Guzma grinds his teeth behind pursed lips, hating himself all the more for making her worry about a big idiot like him. He really doesn't deserve it - or maybe he does. Because he feels like trash, and tugs her to his side whether she likes it or not. He's got the strength to do it.]


Hey now...none'a that. [Guzma holds her at his side, reaching over the girl's shoulder to pinch her nose gently with a soft, tired sounding sigh.] Go ahead, sweetheart, ain't no one here but me.

[And Guzma is the last person to judge anyone for being a so-called baby. Not after his episode just a second ago, and not...anymore. He's done thinking Luna's anything more than he is. She's a human like him, and a right to behave like one. Go ahead, kiddo, nothing's gonna hurt you while he's around. Your boy's packing TM17.

Protect.]