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

[desirestruth]

[So. after more of the posts events...

Naeva is absolutely soaking wet to her waist, probably has more than a few feathers stuck in her hair, is sitting with some flower baskets to make crowns, and looks tired but pretty fuckin' pleased with herself.

Also, she yote a bird into the water and dunked him until he stopped being a dick.

You can ask her what the fuck, if you'd like.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ How about instead: a round of applause? ]

[desirestruth]

[That does make her kind of laugh.]

Enjoyed the spectacle, Crow?

[Look, she was scared and angry at the time, but she can recognize that was all fuckin' ridiculous.]

[bad_crowmance]

I love a good spectacle!

[ This probably comes as no surprise to her. ]

[desirestruth]

I am absolutely shocked to hear it, Crow.

[bad_crowmance]

I know, I'm very subtle about it.

[desirestruth]

Truly, the most subtle man on the entire train.

[bad_crowmance]

It's true and you should say it.

[bowtiedbones]

Good job, Naeva!

[desirestruth]

Was it? I'm a little...[That was a lot and it's all kind of setting in at once.]

[bowtiedbones]

It was, it was great! It was more hands-on than I would have dared, but it worked!

[desirestruth]

It was terrifying, Eliza.

[But she's working on a pair of very ornate flower crowns--the brightest green flowers she can find for Thyme, and darker greens for Hazel, but she's worked white, pink and red roses into all of it, too, the whole gradient.]

[bowtiedbones]

Terrifying for you or for him?

[desirestruth]

I can't speak to his feelings, but putting the fear of jackal into him wasn't my aim, anyway.

[She pauses. Smirks.]

Won't complain about it, though.

[bowtiedbones]

Maybe next time he'll think before he underestimates people.

[crouches down and points to the crowns]

I have some of his white feathers that I collected from his first trial. Do you want to use them?

[nihilmancy]

[Well. Okay.]

Can you, ah, tell me what happened?