cruxisa | MASS OPEN POST

The Story Thus Far:

The Once-ler has successfully freed Martel Yggdrasil from captivity, bringing her to the woods for safety. Martel, afraid of the retribution this might bring, pleaded Once-ler to tell no one that she has escaped. Once-ler then returned to the Resistance, only telling Ino about what had happened. Martel meanwhile traveled the woods alone until she met up with Zack Fair, the now embittered mercenary that's been doing what he can to stay alive and free in this setting.

However it wasn't as though Martel's disappearance went without notice. Mithos noticed his sister's absence and has set out all stops to find her. Whether or not you know of Martel's release, it's hard not to notice the larger number of angels around - even if some appear less than intimidating. Because of this, the small traveling group of Zelos Wilder, Arya Stark and Genis Sage have decided to travel to the mountains to use the stronger winds for safe haven from any lifeless angels until they can stronger.

Meanwhile back in the Resistance, efforts to fight back still persist. The inventors are having struggles in creating better keycrests for their loved ones that have been transformed into angels. In the less tech part of the Resistance, Tsuna and Allen continued their efforts to revert angels back to their former selves. They were successful in converting Mithos's former assassin Sheena, but due to some mishaps Maladict escaped from their attempts.

Oh and Garry moped.

With all these different teams going on, what will be the next thing to occur? Will things turn in favor to the Resistance, or will it only get worse? Will Garry ever stop moping? Will any of you remember to use the damn journal? Only time will tell...

[OOC: This post has two services, first as a recap as you seen above, as well as a mass open post for all the on-goings you rather not make an entire post for! Feel free to use this post as such or simply make your own post in the comm, it matters not! As for amount of time, while the game is very flexible we'll set it to be still a few days after the staring point of the game cause why not]

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[he's silent for a moment, watching her pick and smooth at her cloak, until his eyes travel to her feet]

Well, your bare feet are still yours, at the very least...

Yes.

[As if on cue she wiggles her toes a little. What a curious person, to concentrate on her feet rather than the looming danger.]

[he tilts his head at her - he's aware there's danger, but he's also quite adroit at running, so he's not too worried]

And they don't hurt? Are you very accustomed to going unshod, then, miss?

They don't hurt. Should they?

[Shoes are meaningless, but the question catches her interest. Worrying about something so small, it reminds her a bit of Raki and Isley. There's a smile, but it's small.]

Well, I suppose it depends. I once knew a cheesemaker capable of walking barefoot across hot coals, and a computer hacker who couldn't walk properly at all if she even wore socks, so ... I suppose if you've been going without shoes, sandals, or any other foot covering for some time, it could be perfectly normal. ... Where are you headed?

Nowhere.

[Really, it's the truth. She's managed to get through all these Angel shenanigans by wandering around aimlessly. But she takes a moment to reconsider, then gestures past him to point directly at the castle in the distance.]

.. Maybe there. To find the one who got away.

The one who got away. [he repeats it quietly, wonderingly, to himself. it has so many connotations for him: not only the ubiquitous fish story, but the one woman, her three children as the one narrative, the one sugar bowl ... he can't think about it too long, as it starts making him tear up slightly. he sniffles, pulling himself together, then looks back from the castle to her. the sight of all the bloodstains reminds him that she's most likely talking about neither fish nor sorrows. if the blood is not hers ... but ... he looks her over carefully for any sort of feasible weapon]

... I may regret this, but. ... Who or what were they, miss?

[When she hears the sniffle and notices the tears she, without warning, reaches over to touch a hand to his cheek. She doesn't understand why he's doing this but, for one reason or another, she feels that this gesture might help.

Really, Lemony, she's quite curious about you. That's not a good thing.]

The Angels..

[he blinks, letting out a soft yelp of surprise as she reaches for him, then calms his jets as he realizes - as far as he figures - that she's just being compassionate. he sighs, slowly - and asks the wrong question yet again.]

What's so life-threatening about Angels that caused you to resort to violence against them?

[The yelp amuses her, she even smiles, but Priscilla drops her hand and pulls it back into her cloak.]

They attacked me. They will find you, too.

To make you one of them.

[Priscilla extends her arms out to either side, to direct his attention to the surrounding vacant homes and businesses.]

This was.. normal once. Full of people.

It was, yes ... I remember ... vaguely. [all those people - he didn't know them all personally, but it's still horrific, and soon enough he's near tears again. when he speaks again, his voice is thick and sluggish with sorrow]

... And the ... the so-called "angels" did this?

Vaguely.. but you cry.

[She'll nod to his question. Priscilla is invading his personal space again, but her hold on his face is gentle -- he could step back if he wanted to.]

Why do you cry for strangers?

[he'll let her remain in his bubble for now - mostly because he thinks he doesn't mean him any harm. the look he gives her is so plaintive that it shouldn't look as natural on his face as it does, and his voice is quiet with a sort of sad wonder]

Because it's terrible... There couldn't possibly be any way that all those people deserved this.

People will.. always die needlessly.

[Death is something she understands, at least to an extent. She understands the fact that this subject bums him out much better. So don't mind her as she smiles and ruffles your hair, buddy -- it's how she comforts people, thanks to her time in Paradisa.]

But in such numbers...!

[have fun with that, there's not too much hair to ruffle, it's more like a military buzzcut that pretends to try to grow back on occasion]

But ... as you say, they were strangers. And I would rather you were not. [he holds out a hand] My name is Lemony Snicket.

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