OPEN POST: THE ANNIVERSARY

[gentleidealist]

THE ANNIVERSARY

[It's been exactly two years since Mithos took over Paradisa. That's two years of delightful massacres, scaring people into the Dead Zone, and manipulating former friends with the ageless face of a Kharlan hero. Two years of your character struggling to hold onto life as they know it while under the shadow of a fearsome ruler from another world. Two years of scraping to get by, cowering in the Dead Zone, waiting for a chance to go home or a death that Paradisa can't-- won't-- give.

There is nothing planned for today, though there are a few whimsical sort of changes that Mithos called for. The angels are on security detail as usual, policing the grounds; however, Mithos and his closest subordinates may be stepping outside. There is a grand feast set up in the ballroom... but angels don't eat, so it's really just for show. The place has the air of a graveyard party where even the dead decide not to attend.

There is an undercurrent of anxiety tonight, a breath held in anticipation. Something is about to happen, and even the insects are quiet.]

CASTLE GROUNDS
INSIDE THE WALLS
THRONE ROOM
BASEMENT
THE OUTSKIRTS
TOWN
DANY'S CAVE
DEAD ZONE SETTLEMENT
THE FOREST

[ooc: HUGE OPEN MINGLING POST for characters who either reside in the castle as angelic little zombies, or people who are returning for whatever reason. Please don't threadjack something without notifying the muns in advance!

You are free to make your own sections if you'd like and I'll add them to this post :)]

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[gentleidealist]

[He notices. His bottom lip twitches as he looks into her eyes, lifeless and nonjudgmental. He covers their clasped hands with his free one.]

Colette, I'm going away for a while. It'll be dangerous, and I don't know if our friends will take me back after what I've done. But this is something only I can do.

[He is trembling noticeably. Trying not to cry just because she can't.]

I'll come back for you. I swear it. I'll bring you a new crest, and then we can turn this place upside down.

Wait for me.

[selfless]

[if she hears his word, there's no reflection of it in her face. He's leaving, talking about rebellion... things that she has surely been instructed to stamp out at one time or another.

When he finishes talking, her other hand moves and is placed on top of his hand. It remains there only for the briefest moment, before she turns abruptly, and begins to walk in the other direction.

Some part of her might realize that if she followed him, she would see him leave. And if she saw that, she might be forced to help stop him. Or maybe it was time that she had to go elsewhere, there was no way to know for sure--

Please go, Lloyd. I'll be okay.]

[gentleidealist]

[Lloyd looks at the hand on top of his, wide-eyed. He reaches out for a split second, but she's already gone-- already out of his reach, floating down the corridor. His arm falls back to his side, his hand clenching into a fist.

He steels himself, then turns and leaves.]