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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.
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Mm, I told you, didn't I~? I owe Rhys quite a lot.
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[Even if it's about what he expected since fuckin no one is normal in phland.]
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...Though that realization is odd, in a way. For someone that keeps themselves to purposefully closed off to others, to think that he's relieved at such a thing is a surprise to him. He knows what that means, naturally, but even so, he'd still like to deny it. Break and Gilbert may have gotten closer over the past few months than they have in years, but it doesn't make Break any much more comfortable with acknowledging his attachments to others.
Yet there's at least one small sign of it. He doesn't brush it off completely or torment Gilbert as a distraction from it, and his comment is instead lightly self-deprecating. ]
...Well, it's no surprise, is it? I was no better when I simply thought Reim had died.
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He makes a little contemplative sound in response, and at the reminder of Reim and the ridiculous one-man mess Break both became and created after that. NO ONE COULD FORGET... The one moment Gilbert actually had to become cool because Break was too busy losing his shit and almost dying.]
It isn't, and - I appreciate it. [THAT ISN'T SOMETHING YOU APPRECIATE, GILBERT. He means the sentiment though okay, not the actual mass murdery bit.] But I'm glad that you told Rhys. I wouldn't have wanted for you to go through any of that. Er... even though I don't think any of this was easy, either.