fairwind: (Default)
[Angel] ([personal profile] fairwind) wrote in [community profile] auroraexpress2019-06-21 07:54 pm

EVENT: ORIGIN'S ORIGINS

Who: explorers!
When: Day 31, night
Where: The Jungle

[The sun has gone down when the heroes receive an unmarked message:
This Star has secrets you should know. If you want to find them, follow the light.

Should they look outside, they will in fact see a light -- a thin but bright pillar rising from the overgrown town out in the jungle.

It's still raining, still covered in frogs, but there's definitely something going on.

And in the direction of the beach, there's also a faint, bell-like ringing. But that's not what's calling you right now... is it?]

[PREMINGLE ★ NOTES ★ SESSIONS ★ AFTERMINGLE]
desirestruth: (And follow this song)

[personal profile] desirestruth 2019-06-23 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
I am--it is my duty to protect them.

[She sighs, and leans into his hand, closing her eyes.]

And on another level, it is frustrating, to have pushed myself this hard, and even then...
newmodelblade: (You're saved but full of hate.)

[personal profile] newmodelblade 2019-06-23 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
To have done your best, and still have fallen short, is the essence of existence. We cannot win every battle.

[He will continue to pet this yipper until she calms down though.]
desirestruth: (The lantern lights)

[personal profile] desirestruth 2019-06-23 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
[She does lean into him, after a while, taking a long, shuddering breath.]

I cannot--will not accept this is the limit of what I can do.

[She's going back in, bruh.]
newmodelblade: (They'll eat themselves to beat the clock)

[personal profile] newmodelblade 2019-06-23 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
Naeva, I--

[He sighs a bit, then, looking down at her.]

I've reached my limit, for the moment. I cannot join you, though I wish to.
desirestruth: (I won't admit the game is over)

[personal profile] desirestruth 2019-06-23 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
[She realizes, it must hurt his pride a great deal, to have to admit that...even without all his memories. So while she is quiet a while, and digs in her pocket, pulls out a small but intricate watch, the metal worked to look like a rose, thorns and all, to press into his hands.]

It's alright. I'll come back for this. For you.