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sirenspull_logs2012-08-21 09:54 am
theosen) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-08-21 09:54 am
Entry tags:
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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Sorry! Sorry, hang on, let me -
[He takes a few steps away from the streetlight and the wan yellow bulb corrodes and sputters out again.]
I was just, uh, practicing a thing.
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He's silent for a long moment. The answer he gives it brief. ]
To what end?
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[He looks a little wan, strained. He's been trying for a long time.]
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The boy seems human enough, and yet there's something about him he cannot quite define.
Despite everything, he finds himself intrigued. ]
It acts of its own accord?