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sirenspull_logs2012-08-21 09:54 am
theosen) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-08-21 09:54 am
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the truth at the end of time
Who: Proxy One (theosen) and YOU!
When: During the Darkness hours, August 20th to August 24th.
Where: All over the city.
Summary: A monster wanders amidst other monsters. Approach him at your own risk.
Warnings: None. Tag yourselves in with the time and sector in the subject line!
[ Time is monotony.
The passage of it seems meaningless when measured against the tides of the evening's horrors. It's all he knows of this place as he is barred from exploring during the daylight hours. The sun is still poison, and though there are other means by which he can determine the city's happenings, he has little interest in the drama that surrounds humanity. He's shouldered the burden of tending them long enough, and he has no wish to engage himself in their pitiful affairs.
Thus, he wanders, night by night, from the sounding of the sirens to the dawning of a new day. Every night is like the last, the stench of decay and rot forever an affront to his senses. There's little to do but wait for the inevitable light. ]
theosen) and YOU!When: During the Darkness hours, August 20th to August 24th.
Where: All over the city.
Summary: A monster wanders amidst other monsters. Approach him at your own risk.
Warnings: None. Tag yourselves in with the time and sector in the subject line!
[ Time is monotony.
The passage of it seems meaningless when measured against the tides of the evening's horrors. It's all he knows of this place as he is barred from exploring during the daylight hours. The sun is still poison, and though there are other means by which he can determine the city's happenings, he has little interest in the drama that surrounds humanity. He's shouldered the burden of tending them long enough, and he has no wish to engage himself in their pitiful affairs.
Thus, he wanders, night by night, from the sounding of the sirens to the dawning of a new day. Every night is like the last, the stench of decay and rot forever an affront to his senses. There's little to do but wait for the inevitable light. ]
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What, he wonders idly, could possibly be his reasoning?
It takes a moment, but eventually, he speaks. ]
It's dangerous to roam the city in the hours after sirens.
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That's exactly what I was coming to tell you. Nobody's ever out here unless it's to hunt these things, and you definitely aren't doing that.
[He still doesn't move any closer, but at least some of his wariness is gone.]
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I've yet to encounter something I fear.
[ Only the daylight can harm him, and any other injuries he might suffer are simple to recover from. ]
There's little purpose in hunting something that returns the next day.
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They're a pain.
[But he still brings them down every night, or at least almost every night. It's in his nature, and it keeps the scythe under control. While they don't make a lasting meal, it's at least something.]
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[ An odd statement, but he elaborates moments late. ]
It's the dead who wander and have no release.
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[Only Frau's able to give them a release. It's his job. Only here, that doesn't seem to work. It makes no sense to him. He's the ghost of breaking bonds, so he should be capable of freeing them.]
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Leave them be.
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I can't.
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Why?
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[It's both exasperated and fully honest. Frau can't explain why he can't leave them alone. It would give away too much, and any half truth answer he could come up with besides the main one likely wouldn't be believed.]
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Perhaps.
The souls of the dead are an odd thing to pursue.
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[Both those who were living and dead.]
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He considers the other with a sharp eye. ]
And these?
[ He makes a broad gesture, indicating the decay around them -- the creature lurking not far off. He knows what they are. ]
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They're like and yet not quite like the beings from my home. Usually I can free their souls from whatever or whoever binds them to this world. Here...
[He shrugs.]
At least they're free for part of a night.
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The shackles will never truly disappear so long as their progenitor is in play.
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[Frau is finding it a bit difficult to answer when the real reason he's fighting them only barely touches this. It's almost a compulsion. Plus, they make a temporary meal sometimes.]