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lifeaftr2017-10-30 03:03 pm
lifeaftr_mods) wrote in lifeaftr2017-10-30 03:03 pm
Entry tags:
- final fantasy xv: ardyn izunia,
- fragile dreams: ren,
- hyper light drifter: the drifter,
- marble hornets: tim wright,
- mass effect: commander shepard,
- original: chip abaroa,
- original: mira delacroix,
- pokemon sun & moon: guzma,
- pokemon sun & moon: luna,
- undertale: chara dreemurr,
- ✖ disney: mickey mouse,
- ✖ ffxiv: tataru taru,
- ✖ marvel 616: wade wilson,
- ✖ off: the batter,
- ✖ okami: amaterasu,
- ✖ osomatsu-san: karamatsu matsuno,
- ✖ rwby: jaune arc,
- ✖ rwby: weiss schnee,
- ✖ the adventure zone: lup,
- ✖ the order of the stick: roy greenhilt,
- ✖ undertale: frisk,
- ✖ undertale: muffet,
- ✖ undertale: sans the skeleton,
- ✖ world of warcraft: maridian,
- ✖ yuki yuna is a hero: karin myoshi
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."
[[If you have yet to do so, make sure you confirm your character's death here!]]
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."
no subject
Her leg stops kicking a minute or so after the child removes their hands. She continues to pants happily, but looks at them a moment from between her two front legs. Never once has her tail stopped wagging.
What's she doing? Hm, nothing much, other than sleeping and regaining her strength. It feels good here, in the shadow of her sibling god's temple, amongst the flowers. The mana pool even seems to rejuvenate her somewhat, if she lays close to it like this. Ammy yawns, then reaches back to gnaw at an itch near her back, where a twig got stuck in her fur.
Really, she's just hanging out. What about you, small one? Have some business with the Storyteller? Or are you just heading home? She can accompany you, if you want.]