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Antumbra Mods ([personal profile] umbralant) wrote2019-12-07 12:42 pm

GRAVEYARD

Graveyard


Reflexively, you curl tighter. Just another minute. Just another minute of sleep is all you need, but the sun waits for no one. Wait. The sun? After many days and nights with only moonlight to guide you, your eyes snap open and your pupils contract at the light.

It's been a while, hasn't it?

Bask in this euphoria for however long it lasts, until your memory snaps back against your mind like a rubber band. Weren't you dead? No matter how you met your end, you certainly remember dying in vivid detail. The pain that corresponds to the last moment's of your life chooses then to make itself known, trying to wriggle free from your skin almost literally. That mark on your skin wasn't there before either.

Take a moment to breathe and get your bearings, and really take everything into focus. The warm rays of sun that dance upon your skin are colorful and fragmented like a kaleidoscope, the effect of being filtered through stained glass. Of all the places to wake up, it seems you're inside a church that's no stranger to you, St. Mary's Basilica. While the odds are good you've woken up with company somewhere near by, the glint of gold from the altar will likely catch your attention regardless—embedded deep in the altar stands a golden staff, two sculpted wings draped down its sides.

While some things are the same, and some things are different, there are still more questions than answers. But the inscription engraved into the roof of the ceiling of the Church, now visible in proper lighting seems rather apt: Welcome to Krakow (again).
tokihanate: (u got issues)

[personal profile] tokihanate 2020-01-26 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
You're definitely not doing this alone, young lady.
youspinmeknightround: (forest through the trees)

[personal profile] youspinmeknightround 2020-01-26 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
Call him a pinhead if you like, he deserves it. But there's another issue with just executing anyone you see with ... lizard bits, or whatever. The Lady potentially holds innocent lives hostage by withholding clues to the murders... some of the people who accept them are our friends, making a sacrifice for the rest of the group. Mr. Seteth did that because of me. If he were to die, I would have no choice but to stand between you two.
youspinmeknightround: (there's only soup)

[personal profile] youspinmeknightround 2020-01-26 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
I would be willing, yes. [capable is a matter he would have to look into, though.]

Please tell me everything you know about containing them or slowing down their transformation.
youspinmeknightround: (like a record baby)

[personal profile] youspinmeknightround 2020-01-26 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
I see....

[he just takes that in. It's good news, as well as being more in line with what he had expected before she actually erased someone from existence. He'll keep that to himself.]

Enchanting sounds promising, but I'm guessing we don't have the means? If so, using my powers and body is fine with me.
youspinmeknightround: (I'm buying clothes)

[personal profile] youspinmeknightround 2020-01-26 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
And if I found some on my own?

[the gacha is still a thing.]
youspinmeknightround: (booboos)

[personal profile] youspinmeknightround 2020-01-26 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
Then that's all I can ask of you. Alas, right now all I have is this....

[he pulls Tibbles The Kitty a little bit out of his cape.]
youspinmeknightround: (smile...)

[personal profile] youspinmeknightround 2020-01-26 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
[a sheepish laugh] I know... neither can I, though. My actual cat would have been more useful.

[well, maybe he'll let her hold the kitty later when they are better friends... and she hasn't obliterated their acquaintance. For now it's just going back in the cape and just enjoy the knowledge that it is there.]

I'll keep trying.
Edited (weird tenses) 2020-01-26 04:38 (UTC)