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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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He sets up a cooking rack for the fish when she finally speaks. He looks up, "Take your time and pick whatever sticks out to you. Or you could start by asking things of me. I've heard that helps." Keith lays the cleaned fish fillets on the rack and shifts it so they're directly above the flames.
"Not much happened while you were gone. The corpse is still there. I think the water dragon might try to talk to us somehow. These gods all seem to approach us eventually."
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She looks very, deeply, profoundly tired of the thought of higher powers. She leans a little more weight on Kosmo.
"Y'ever find out ye've been wrong about somethin? Like, somethin' important?"
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Kosmo curls around her like a large furry shield. If there’s one thing the space wolf is good for, it’s managing people who are had a hard time of things by their own actions or the world’s hand. Keith checks the fish, adding a little seasoning to accent it. He’s no Hunk but he gets by.