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sevenvirtues2016-04-19 07:55 pm
vicedirector) wrote in sevenvirtues2016-04-19 07:55 pm
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You awaken to blackness. Frightening, although familiar--this is the same terrible thing you narrowly avoided during your first trip into Lebensbaum. The pain of your death is still real, echoes of the wounds you suffered appearing on your skin. Inspecting your surroundings will tell you that you've woken up inside of the cooled, empty bonfire pit....and the town as it was is nowhere to be seen.
The sky is a whirlwind of blank, dark void. What previously acted as roadblocks on either side of the town seems to have moved upward, blocking out most of the sun's light. The street is barren, filled with piles of broken concrete, shattered glass, and smoking craters where many of the buildings used to be. Old bloodstains dot the pavement, mixing in with overturned cars and crumbling brick walls. Lebensbaum is a dead town, in more ways than one.
Except for the hotel. It stands, as dusty and abandoned as it ever was, but no worse for the wear. Scorch marks can be seen on the ground around it in a clear border, as though it had a barrier protecting it from whatever destroyed the village. If you venture inside, everything is in its place, as though the outside wasn't completely obliterated.
The living can be seen walking around, going about their daily lives, and if you concentrate, you can even see the buildings as they once were--in working order, clean, and in one piece.
As of Monday on Week 10, however, there is a door, seemingly pasted into the middle of the street. As the days tick by, the doors will increase in number, one for each victim.
The sky is a whirlwind of blank, dark void. What previously acted as roadblocks on either side of the town seems to have moved upward, blocking out most of the sun's light. The street is barren, filled with piles of broken concrete, shattered glass, and smoking craters where many of the buildings used to be. Old bloodstains dot the pavement, mixing in with overturned cars and crumbling brick walls. Lebensbaum is a dead town, in more ways than one.
Except for the hotel. It stands, as dusty and abandoned as it ever was, but no worse for the wear. Scorch marks can be seen on the ground around it in a clear border, as though it had a barrier protecting it from whatever destroyed the village. If you venture inside, everything is in its place, as though the outside wasn't completely obliterated.
The living can be seen walking around, going about their daily lives, and if you concentrate, you can even see the buildings as they once were--in working order, clean, and in one piece.
As of Monday on Week 10, however, there is a door, seemingly pasted into the middle of the street. As the days tick by, the doors will increase in number, one for each victim.
burd door
[ morrigan says this as she approaches astrid's door, gently brushing the front before she gingerly opens it. given the sort of horrible things that were behind the first two.. well, she's a little skeptical all of this.
whoever joins her will, of course, be regarded frigidly. ]
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Aaa, and these only started showing up this week, I heard~?
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>Continue? ]
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but oh, huh. that's not really what he expected and like rhys is wont to do -- he states the obvious. again. ]
Oh, it's a door.
[ thanks, rhys. he'll look towards the other two to see if they're going through. ]
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Er... Well - I guess we should be ready to fight, just in case.
[Just in case they get the second Gyarados... BUT HE'S STILL WALKING TO THE OTHER DOOR ANYWAY TO OPEN IT?! Cautiously, at least.]
FUCK now in the right place
[ she means hanyuu, of course — the first victim of murderweek.
as the door opens, morrigan grips her cloak tighter, feeling the squalls flap its hems in spite of the door. she approaches the next, peering back as rhys approaches. ]
Will you be joining us, too, Rhys? Given the previous doors, I can't promise your safe return. Hold on to your limbs — I doubt you wish to lose that one again.
[ meaning his mechanical arm, of course. rhys is definitely the squishy one here, so hopefully.. he'll be okay.. ]
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[ There's definitely a light chime in his voice as if he has an idea, and yet he doesn't elaborate any further. He just moves on smoothly to laugh... at Rhys, of course. ]
Well, worst comes to worst, just tie him up and set him aside somewhere...? Considering one of our conversations several weeks ago, that would be acceptable, as I recall.
[ bondage ghosts return ]
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Oh my god, this again. You guys are sooo funny. Like, really hilarious. 10 out of 10, truly.
[ look at all this sarcasm, feast on it. ]