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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[wolfchild]

You're lying now!

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

Am I? You sure?

[wolfchild]

Yes.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[He laughs, reaching out to gently ruffle her hair]

No getting anything past you, is there?

[wolfchild]

[ She smiles. ]

My dancing master taught me to see what is there.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

A right good lesson that is to learn, too.

[wolfchild]

That's all I remember. I don't remember him.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[Oh yes, he remembers]

...That's not changed in time, then. I'm sorry.

[wolfchild]

Why are you apologizing? It's not your fault.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

No, but I'm still sorry you have to go through it.

[wolfchild]

It's not your problem. I'm fine anyway.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

I know, you're as tough as they come.

[wolfchild]

So...[ she hops onto one of the branches, using her wings to help. ]...are you always a rabbit?

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

I am, never been anything different.

...My people were called Pookas, but 'rabbit' is as good a term as any.

[wolfchild]

Where are you from?

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[He frowns, looking skywards]

A world that's wrong gone. I made a new home in a different place.

[wolfchild]

Here?

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

Here came after. I made a home on a planet called Earth.

[wolfchild]

That place. [ Yep. That place. ] What happened—before?

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[He's quiet a moment]

It was destroyed by a monster.

[wolfchild]

Like a dragon?

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

...A little. Something darker. More like...

Shadows.

[wolfchild]

I don't understand.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

It's a long story. Just hope he never shows up here.

[Because Pitch being able to get anywhere near Mithos would be a horrifically Bad Thing to happen]

[wolfchild]

I guess.

[ She looks in the direction Nymeria disappeared. She listens to the stalking and the take-down. ]