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]

Yeah, good point. But it's possible the two aren't unrelated.

[bowtiedbones]

It's probably all one big mess. The papers in the church suggested a housing shortage, too.

[bad_crowmance]

Yeah... honestly, it sounds like a real clusterfuck.

[bowtiedbones]

[crow please clusterfuck is so far out of her vocabulary]

I don't know what they found in the last place, but it couldn't have been anything good if we were sent to search there too.

[bad_crowmance]

So there was another place, huh?

[ He says this calmly and casually and not like the reason he didn't know was because he was dead. ]

[bowtiedbones]

There was, but I didn't go.

[bad_crowmance]

I'll have to ask someone else, then. Thanks for the heads-up.

[bowtiedbones]

[hugging herself. she's not great at bluffing casual, but she's trying to keep up. just have to NOT think about what she spent her time doing instead of exploring just gotta.]

Sure. I think Naeva went? And of course Hazel did.

[bad_crowmance]

Hazel-- is that what our local deer-centaur is calling himself?

[ Is there a word for that? He bets there is, he should go look it up later. Also, that name.... Hmmm. ]

[bowtiedbones]

Cervitaur.

He's Hazel and I'm guessing the other guy is Thyme.

[bad_crowmance]

Oh is that the word? I was wondering. But... those names...

[bowtiedbones]

Hazel might have a different word, but unicorns and dragons are called the same, so... It might copy over.

[shrugs a little]

I think Cardamom named the teams after his friends, yes.

[bad_crowmance]

Sure looks that way... Who knew he was that cute?

[bowtiedbones]

It would explain all the feathers in Thyme's uniform.

[bad_crowmance]

I had wondered about the feathers.

[bowtiedbones]

I think we’ve probably met the guy for Clover too, if they are all named after people. Remember that one party trial?

[bad_crowmance]

The one without any alcohol? Yeah, I remember it.

[bowtiedbones]

I don’t remember that detail, but the style matched, right?

[bad_crowmance]

I remember that detail. ...But yeah, you're right. It's the same aesthetic.

[bowtiedbones]

It's very cute if Cardamom tried to match the team looks to his friends like that.

[bad_crowmance]

[ He lets out a chuckle at that. ]

Yeah, it wouldn't surprise me if that's exactly what he did. He seems like the type.