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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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[ all mages have their own talents, individual things they were good at, but they could be taught. she could have helped somehow. ]
I find it hard to imagine either of them overcoming this Katerina's magic, so no. My confidence is exceptionally low. [ a sigh. ] This farce grows more ridiculous as each sun sets.
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[ he bites his lip and sighs, shoulders slumping. ]
If you ever wanted to know why I was so angry, that's why. Then they still killed Lucy later on because "she's the one who did it"? It didn't make any sense to me. You could've helped us, if you'd been alive, and no one thought about that.
[ ugh blurgh blugh he hates everything ]
Part of me just wants to give up, see how it plays out. Can't do anything anymore now that I'm dead, right? A-ahaha... ha...
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[ she thought rhys was just being an overemotional sap at the time, but, well.. the fact that rhys was vouching for her usefulness really struck a chord. she didn't want buddy to die regardless, but now, knowing that everything meant nothing in the end.. ]
Thank.. you, Rhys. 'Tis a shame it did not work out as you had envisioned, but we mustn't lay down our swords quite yet — there exists a hole in Katerina's darning sock somewhere. We need only to find an exploit.
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It's no problem. You didn't know the whole story, after all.
[ but right, an exploit. ]
It's probably her book. I have no idea how to get it now and honestly, I don't want to be the guy who gets it. I've done enough, you know? I just want someone else to uh, play the hero now. Not that I'm really a "hero" or anything, I guess, but...