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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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For like, a good 60 seconds, as Belphegor considers this.
Goddamn Sloth. ]
...how do I know this'll be a kept promise?
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same way i know mine'd be. just trusting in one another's laziness. we both get to not do shit. [then, after a beat] heh. we can shake on it, make it an official contract an' whatever. but...for my part, if i'm honest, i hate making promises. i'm always keeping 'em even when they bring me nothing but trouble. but if you swear not to help out, then i promise you won't see me again. i don't break promises lightly.
[he's, uh, literally let nearly everybody die in some timelines over his one promise to keep a kid alive, so. he's being 100% serious.]
so, how 'bout it?
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Fine.
Now get out of my bed and let me sleep. Not like Satan hasn't fried me alive for stupider things before.
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alright. here's to you doin' nothing.
[hopefully? it's not like he's gotten that many useful answers out of sloth before anyway. and sloth said. gluttony liked to talk. there's always that.
WELL. IF IT DOESN'T HELP. AT LEAST IT DIDN'T MAKE THINGS WORSE... and sans got to nap for 3 days??? he hopes he doesn't regret this promise. he walks off while whistling.
well. he tried, at least.]
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Cheers for being apathetic shitholes. ]