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lifeaftr2019-09-29 11:58 pm
littlemhigan) wrote in lifeaftr2019-09-29 11:58 pm
The Void is Calling [OPEN]
Who: Castor and YOU! Maybe.
What: Castor's been missing a few days. Turns out, Canonbumps are a hell of a thing.
When: End of September
Where: Enso and also maybe on the network a bit?
Warnings: None yet. I'll update this if that changes.
[1]
The beach smells wrong.
For a long minute, it's the only thought she can hold onto as she drifts in the twilight between sleep and waking. Her hands gently flex at the ground, and her face twitches into a frown at how soft the sand is to fingers that were expecting a coarse beach littered with seashells and refuse.
And the sky… her eyes crack open, blinking against the endless blue above them. Blue. Blessed, wonderful blue. She cranes her head back, expecting to see the white cliffs of Kholusia and stares dumbly for a few seconds when only the sight of a green jungle meets her.
Oh. Oh!
Castor comes the rest of the way awake all at once, scrambling to her knees in a flurry of damp sand and seaweed, looking about wildly - if she'd come here then maybe…No. No, she’d stepped through the Exarch’s portal alone, hadn’t she?
She sighs heavily to try and quiet the rapid beat of her heart, and begins to take stock of herself, examining her hands and arms, feeling about her face and neck and checking her clothing - so very different from the last time she lay upon this beach - for tears or other damage. Certainly, she feels fine save for a bone-deep fatigue and the general aches and pains of long days, but Gods, she’d come so close to…well, no use dwelling on it. She’s here for now, and if they’d been right, the danger is long passed.
She’s a mess, sat out on the beach like this, with her hair long and dishevelled and sand and seaweed caked and strewn all over her but the relief on her face is as bright as the sun above her.
[2]
It’s long past sundown when a text comes across the stones
Does ane one here keep the date?????
What: Castor's been missing a few days. Turns out, Canonbumps are a hell of a thing.
When: End of September
Where: Enso and also maybe on the network a bit?
Warnings: None yet. I'll update this if that changes.
[1]
The beach smells wrong.
For a long minute, it's the only thought she can hold onto as she drifts in the twilight between sleep and waking. Her hands gently flex at the ground, and her face twitches into a frown at how soft the sand is to fingers that were expecting a coarse beach littered with seashells and refuse.
And the sky… her eyes crack open, blinking against the endless blue above them. Blue. Blessed, wonderful blue. She cranes her head back, expecting to see the white cliffs of Kholusia and stares dumbly for a few seconds when only the sight of a green jungle meets her.
Oh. Oh!
Castor comes the rest of the way awake all at once, scrambling to her knees in a flurry of damp sand and seaweed, looking about wildly - if she'd come here then maybe…No. No, she’d stepped through the Exarch’s portal alone, hadn’t she?
She sighs heavily to try and quiet the rapid beat of her heart, and begins to take stock of herself, examining her hands and arms, feeling about her face and neck and checking her clothing - so very different from the last time she lay upon this beach - for tears or other damage. Certainly, she feels fine save for a bone-deep fatigue and the general aches and pains of long days, but Gods, she’d come so close to…well, no use dwelling on it. She’s here for now, and if they’d been right, the danger is long passed.
She’s a mess, sat out on the beach like this, with her hair long and dishevelled and sand and seaweed caked and strewn all over her but the relief on her face is as bright as the sun above her.
[2]
It’s long past sundown when a text comes across the stones
Does ane one here keep the date?????
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It takes Castor a solid few seconds to put her wandering thoughts back together at the appearance of Tim. "Oh...Oh aye. Aye, I'm well enough. Bit tired, really. I...think I went home for a spell? An' now I'm back.
"You're lookin' a mite better from the last time I saw ye."
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That's not unusual, per se, but it's rare enough to be noticeable.
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She hunkers back down into the sand, staring back out to the ocean and it's a long second before she answers again. "I did, for a spell. About a moon, if I had te guess but Twelve only know. I...thought I was dreamin' it when I woke up here, but these ain't the clothes I fell asleep in."
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"But if it wasn't just a dream, then I'd say you were gone for a bit." As opposed to just...disappearing and reappearing with no memory of what happened in between. Which has been known to happen.
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She can't see any immediate dragon damage from where she is, so she can't exactly judge how fresh any extant damage is.
"S' it happened before? People poppin' off an' comin back with new memories've home?"
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A week away from the dragon? Yeah, that wasn't that far away to begin with. Meaning she wasn't gone for the weeks or months that have, in the past, snatched up someone unexpectedly.
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Not that things ever tend to settle down, but that's just part of island living.
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She smiles when she talks, but there's a thinness to it.
"I don't often pray te The Spinner, but here's te hopin' she sees fit te keep things quiet for awhile te come."
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Pretty sure. Can't really know, because his memory's worse than anything.
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It's said with a tone similar to one that might be used in telling a person to Fuck Right Off.
"Sound's as though ye've heard of your fair share of 'em though."
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It's not enough to put him into any real crisis of faith over it, though.
"Not sure it matters here anyway."