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.]

Comments

[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.

[bad_crowmance]

[ He lets out a hard huff of air, a bit less startled this time, before he returns the hug and pats at her back. ]

Take as much time as you need.

[bowtiedbones]

[mumbles into his chest, sounding sulky in a weak attempt at a bluff before she starts crying in earnest]

I'm going to ruin your shirt.

[bad_crowmance]

You can buy me a new one later.

[ He's teasing, probably. ]

[bowtiedbones]

Can't. Lime isn't your color...

[sniffs, already too watery to pull off sulky again, and fists her hands in his shirt.]

[bad_crowmance]

I could make any colour work.

[ That's a lie, he really would look terrible in lime green. But he stands by it. ]

[bowtiedbones]

[shakes her head, DOUBT.]

[bad_crowmance]

Heh. Maybe I'll just have to give it a try sometime, then.

[bowtiedbones]

[lifts her head to look at him, cheeks wet with tears.

and PUFFS HER CHEEKS, INCREASED DOUBT.]

Noooo.

[bad_crowmance]

Yeeeeeees.

[ He stretches the word out teasingly, grinning down at her. ]

[bowtiedbones]

Nnnnnnno.

Black. With silver.

[bad_crowmance]

I mean.... I would prefer that, actually.

[bowtiedbones]

[picks at his jacket and smooths down his shirt, lingering over where the vine punched through]

A slim fit henley or a button-up. No layering. It'd look handsome.

[bad_crowmance]

What's a henley?

He's not opposed, he just doesn't recognize the term.

[bowtiedbones]

A henley only has buttons partway.

[taps a line down the middle of his chest. button button button.]

Oops i forgot my bracket text in the last tag

[bad_crowmance]

Oh yeah? I'd be into that.

[ He grins at her. ]

Re: Oops i forgot my bracket text in the last tag

[bowtiedbones]

[huffs]

Maybe I’ll get you one then.

[bad_crowmance]

If you do, I'll wear it.

[bowtiedbones]

Then I will get you one.

[bad_crowmance]

I'll look forward to it, then.

[bowtiedbones]

As you should.

[success she's stopped crying]

[bad_crowmance]

Of course! You understand the importance of aesthetic too, after all.