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paixaorpg2012-08-09 01:09 am
trademark_skull) wrote in paixaorpg2012-08-09 01:09 am
Except the ones who are dead (Open/Active)
Character(s): Emizel, some nameless corpses
Content: Just picking through some of the leftovers, if there happens to be any.
Setting: Ruins of Paixao
Time: Early-late evening to night, week 42
Warnings: Death doing what Death does.
Note: This is gonna be a thing for quite a few hours and possibly over a wide surface area. Therefore I'm gonna use a 'party'-style format for once. Feel free to pick a location and time.
The bustling city had fallen so silent now. Streets that were filled with noise and words were now buried under a thick layer of rock and steel. With only a few landmarks managed to stay standing the city looked nothing more than a barren wasteland, surrounded by broken walls. So eerie, so surreal, it could give almost anyone the creeps just by stepping foot in it. But that was exactly why Emizel had to be here. After all if something isn't done too soon, this place literally will turn into a ghost town. There was little he could do for those that were still alive and kicking, and there was plenty around who could handle that better anyway. But there must be a lot fewer that can actually 'treat' those that didn't make it.
It definitely crossed his mind more than once about how death actually did work here. Did everyone just go to their respectful afterlives or something? Did the castle somehow have one of those too? Did some of the things here even have souls to begin with? Although the further Emizel went, the less sure he was. He started to grip the scythe over his shoulder tighter each time he came across a new body. Crushed, bled to death, all of them died just about the same way. And the number seemed almost endless.
And this... all of this, it all could have been so easily avoided had he not been so careless.
"... I'm sorry," he choked and stopped fidgeting with the scythe so he could tug the hood further down, and not look at the sights anymore. He was supposed to be hunting down spirits, not bodies. They're not going to rest in peace otherwise, not in a hell hole like this. "So, so sorry."
Content: Just picking through some of the leftovers, if there happens to be any.
Setting: Ruins of Paixao
Time: Early-late evening to night, week 42
Warnings: Death doing what Death does.
Note: This is gonna be a thing for quite a few hours and possibly over a wide surface area. Therefore I'm gonna use a 'party'-style format for once. Feel free to pick a location and time.
The bustling city had fallen so silent now. Streets that were filled with noise and words were now buried under a thick layer of rock and steel. With only a few landmarks managed to stay standing the city looked nothing more than a barren wasteland, surrounded by broken walls. So eerie, so surreal, it could give almost anyone the creeps just by stepping foot in it. But that was exactly why Emizel had to be here. After all if something isn't done too soon, this place literally will turn into a ghost town. There was little he could do for those that were still alive and kicking, and there was plenty around who could handle that better anyway. But there must be a lot fewer that can actually 'treat' those that didn't make it.
It definitely crossed his mind more than once about how death actually did work here. Did everyone just go to their respectful afterlives or something? Did the castle somehow have one of those too? Did some of the things here even have souls to begin with? Although the further Emizel went, the less sure he was. He started to grip the scythe over his shoulder tighter each time he came across a new body. Crushed, bled to death, all of them died just about the same way. And the number seemed almost endless.
And this... all of this, it all could have been so easily avoided had he not been so careless.
"... I'm sorry," he choked and stopped fidgeting with the scythe so he could tug the hood further down, and not look at the sights anymore. He was supposed to be hunting down spirits, not bodies. They're not going to rest in peace otherwise, not in a hell hole like this. "So, so sorry."
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The way it sounded it was more like a hopeful plea than a question. One side of Emizel really did want to get away from all of this, but this was his duty. Even if he really wasn't responsible or not.
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Eden turned to lead the way, and look back at him gently. “Come, everything will be alright. I’m sure.”
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"Okay," he dismissed the scythe and ran a little ways to catch up, but being careful enough to not trip over any rubble. Surely not much will change if he left for a little while.
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Eden looked over to Emizel folding her hands across each other as she gave him a sincere smile. Hopefully this will help him relax.
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This must have been her doing.
".. S, so..." he was feeling a little awkward sitting and waiting for the drink, making it even more apparent as he fidgeted with a sleeve cuff. Getting gazed at like that probably wasn't making him feel much better. "What really is there to talk about?"
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As soon as he asked the question, she blew bubbles in her drink momentarily, before giving a shrug as she looked over to him, “Well many things, for one thing I just found out a new pear and apple pie recipe that I wanted to try cooking up sometime. But I’m wondering if it’d taste better with apricot. What do you think dear?”