cruxisa | OPEN POST: THE ANNIVERSARY

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OPEN POST: THE ANNIVERSARY

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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[ She smiles. She hasn't yet been betrayed by those she believed sworn to her family. She hasn't yet been held against by her will by those who claimed to be acting righteously and only saw in her a gold squirrel to sell. She still believes honor and duty exist.

So she smiles.

Arya crosses toward him to take his paw in her hands. ]

Then you are sworn to me and I am to you. What shall I call you?

[If only he knew, he wouldn't be sure to be happy or sad for her. To have such faith...at the cost of knowing what the future holds for her.

Still, for now, he starts to feel the never-truly-dead flicker of hope return to him, as she takes his paw]

The name's Bunnymund.

...You used to call me Rabbit.

You will be my Ser Rabbit. You come with me. Nymeria and I are hunting. We have to find food for Drogon.

[That brings a faint smile to his face, the first he's had for a long time]

Who'd Drogon?

You cannot tell anyone. [ She looks around to ascertain they're alone. She cannot hear anyone either. Pleased, she drops her voice to a whisper. ] He's a dragon.

Edited 2013-03-16 02:38 (UTC)