EVENT: ORIGIN'S ORIGINS (Aftermingle)

[fairwind]

Who: everyone
When: Day 32, morning
Where: the clearing

[As the final session of exploring the town ends, it's getting close to dawn.

There's a break of about an hour, while the explorers return, licking their wounds. Then, a flash of dark, violet sparkles, and a petite young man with many many wings appears, standing atop the train.

Some of you have heard his voice before, speaking of justice in Trials. You might've heard about him, and how there's "something wrong with him", too. This is The Angel, and his wings are dyed a deep black, with feathers falling out in a sickly way. He doesn't look too pleased, but he also doesn't look like he's about to attack.]

So, you searched. What did you find out? I want to know if you really think this universe is worth saving.

If it's not... Then there's no point to your existence, is there?

[Well. He's not attacking yet, anyway. He is taking a moment to gesture at your deertaur companion though -- a wisp of black wind is pulled out of his mouth.]

I'll give you one chance.

[At least your dead companions are safe? They're waking up now in their rooms, none the worse for wear. But they remember dying, and they have a deep sense that they've seen a kind of void no person should ever look into.]

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[bad_crowmance]

[ Crow wakes up.

And it really is as simple as that. He's in his room, he wakes up. He wakes up, as though he'd just gone down for a nap and the hours had just slept by in a hazy dream. Or a nightmare, perhaps, staring into a fathomless chasm, staring into the depths with which no one comes back--

Or they usually don't, anyway. "Life" and "death" seem to have different rules on this train.

But Crow woke up, and he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly before he gets up and walks out of his room, whistling tunelessly as he heads back out towards the outside of the train. Casual as you please, as if he really had just gone down for a nap. ]

[desirestruth]

[Nope, sorry buddy. Naeva looks like she's been through hell, even after an hour to clean herself up some, she's just.

Wordlessly marching over and giving him a hug.

Let the friendship happen, Crow.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ He doesn't hug her back, at least in part because he's too busy stiffening in surprise. ]

Naeva? What the hell?

[desirestruth]

Don't question it. Just...let me do this, alright?

[She is managing not to cry on him, at least. She'd be mortified if she did.]

[bad_crowmance]

Sure, just.... get it out of your system?

[ He sounds bewildered. He is bewildered, he really hadn't expected this big of a reaction out of her. Oh well, you're getting some backpats, mainly because she's hugging his arms and he can't reach for headpats like this. ]

[desirestruth]

We'd be here a while.

[She manages to keep her breathing calm and to not squeeze him too hard, but yeah she is going to be hugging for a bit.]

[bowtiedbones]

[she's had time to clean her self up and get some healing, even if she probably had to be coaxed into it. not wearing the same clothes she went to the community center.

but more importantly

BRACE YOURSELF FOR IMPACT IN 3 2 1 LAUNCH]

Crow!

[bad_crowmance]

Eliza!

[ He was not braced at all and nearly stumbles in surprise. Nearly. ]

Whoa, you okay?

[bowtiedbones]

Am I okay? Are you okay!

[bad_crowmance]

Of course I am! Back in one piece and everything.

[bowtiedbones]

[good then no wincing when she locks her arms around his ribs in the tightest hug she can manage]

Okay, well, I'm not okay yet.

[awakenerd]

[Hey you know who is hovering around waiting for everyone else top inish hugging Crow? This guy.

The relief is palpable to Rean, frankly, but with it comes the urge to cry. ]

[bad_crowmance]

[ This is the one he actually expected, so as soon as there's an opening he gestures at Rean with a smile. ]

Get over here already.

[ Rean is the only one who can actually feel that Crow is still in some kind of numb shock over the whole situation-- that he isn't sure how to process his own death like that. That there's something more lurking under the surface, some feeling he can't identify and is trying to ignore. What is it-- grief? fear? anger? He isn't sure.

He'd rather bask in the warmth of Rean's relief. ]

[awakenerd]

[He's definitely hugging Crow when there's hug room. Throwing his arms around him and holding tight, clinging in a way that is not cool at all, voice choked up.]

You idiot! What were you doing?!

[bad_crowmance]

[ Dying, apparently.

He's hugging Rean back at least, patting the back of his head as he does. ]

Figured there was one more room that needed checking.... Guess I got caught off-guard this time.

[awakenerd]

Don't brush it off like it was an "oops", Crow!

[wontforbidtherain]

Then it is true. We really can come back from the dead.

[bad_crowmance]

It really is true! Lucky me, right?

[ He grins and waves a hand. ]

[wontforbidtherain]

Lucky you. Let's hope this doesn't become a regular occurrence, though.

[bad_crowmance]

Heh. Yeah, that's probably for the best.

[wontforbidtherain]

... Do you need anything from Thyme?

[gestures to mean herself and the rest of the team]

[nihilmancy]

[Hlasoh has no idea what's going on, but somehow Crow's non-chalance feels more- hm, edged that usual? She's outside too, and hurries towards him.]

Did something happen last night?

[bad_crowmance]

A few things! We went exploring.

[nihilmancy]

What did you find?

[bad_crowmance]

Mostly I just found a journal, but I think Eliza and some of the others got more information. Looks like it's stuff about this world before it got like this.