Long, Long Ago....

[lifeaftr_mods]

Who: Our intrepid heroes
What: Newt's merry band of volunteer explorers take a stab at examining the ruins from tip to toe.
When: Evening of the intro log- and onwards!
Where: The Ruins
Warnings: Mark as you go!


You haven't been wasting too much time at all, have you? With the search parties arranged, four groups set off to cover the ruin grounds- what surprises could await them? What monsters lurk around every corner?

That's up to you to discover, isn't it?

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[story_teller]

Good boy, Newt. Let your elders take care of this situation.

Like Clementine, for example.

"Understandable, yes. I believe I'm beginning to see..." Hm. The pages of the tome flutter; a rustle of hands not there. "Yes. Yes, I see."

With a curious tilt of it's head, the dog examines them all in turn. It is, however, a dog- there's nothing to parse from it's expression, body language mostly the same as when they entered.

"This place is given many names by those who live here; some that make sense, some that do not. The simplest translation for this archipelago is 'LifeAftr'- in fact, that may very well be the best name for this world, as well."

[ishotyouuu]

There's a good boy. Newt, not the dog.

Wade feels the muscles in the man's neck relax under his touch, and once he gets a sense that Newt's not gonna fly off the handle again, he moves his hand to his shoulder. The scars around Newt's mouth may have faded, but that doesn't mean Wade's forgotten speaking to him in Morse Code when he sassed at the wrong people and wound up missing his lower jaw. You don't really forget something like that.

Wade finds his attention diverted from that oh-so-pleasant memory by the dog's words, and he crosses his arms over his chest, looking at the animal-god-whatever with a skeptical eye.

"LifeAftr, huh? That supposed to be some kind of a pun? Like... are we actually in an afterlife or what, here? 'Cause I'm not seein' Bea Arthur sunbathing in a two piece anywhere."

[story_teller]

Rude.

The dog cocks it's head to the side, as if Wade's question is seemingly incomprehensible.

"I did say one of many names, didn't I? Do you feel as if this place is the afterlife? Some kind of limbo in which your dearly departed selves should be judged?" A huff. "Does your culture often ruminate such callous ends for children?"

[pleasereset]

"Sometimes they do."

It's said, a little bitterly, under Asriel's breath. He's unfortunately seen - and experienced - quite a lot of child death. He was poisoned before he came here. It'd make a lot more sense if this was some kind of aterlife...

Though it's a bit more peaceful than what he imagined.

[story_teller]

"And sometimes they do not." The dog responds, somewhat impatiently. "My word, you are a very pessimistic bunch. Perhaps we should try this discussion at a later date."

An unsatisfied chuff; it doesn't look too pleased with this conclusion.

"At the least, you can use these tents as you will."