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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[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. ]

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[Bunny's ears turn to the sound, shuddering it a little, reminding himself that at least it wasn't him before turning to Ayra]

Sounds like she got what she was after.

[wolfchild]

[ Arya doesn't move. When she holds still, she looks so much more like one of the mindless angels. ]

She'll bring it back and we can go.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[He notices it, and it concerns him, a great deal]

Right. Good.

[wolfchild]

[ She turns her head to look at him. ]

What?

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

It's fine. Nothing to worry about.

[wolfchild]

[ Liar, she thinks. But she isn't entirely honest either. She'll let him keep that one.

When Nymeria returns lugging the dead deer by its neck, Arya drops to the ground. She makes no noise. Nymeria leaves her prize at Arya's feet. The girl kisses the animal's snout. ]

Thank you, girl. You'll eat soon too.

[ Arya takes the deer itself, lifting it easily despite her tiny frame. She smiles at Bunny over her shoulder. ]

Come on.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[Oh yeah, that strength thing. He nods, deciding she'd be insulted if he helped carry it]

Off we go, then.

[wolfchild]

[ AND THEN THEY TAKE THE LONG WAY ROUND AND THEY HAVE EPIC ADVENTURES AND SMASH THROUGH THE WALLS OF THE CASTLE KOOL-AID MAN STYLE AND PICK MITHOS UP AND BREAK HIM IN HALF

AND THEN THEY FUCK OFF INTO THE WOODS TO BE AWESOME AND MAKE THEIR OWN LITTLE KINGDOM WITH BUNNY AS ARYA'S HEAD OF KINGSGUARD WHERE EASTER IS THE MAJOR HOLIDAY AND CHRISTMAS IS NEVER SPOKEN OF AND EVERYONE PAYS TAXES IN STORIES AND THERE ARE RAINBOW-FARTING UNICORNS RUNNING AROUND.

AND IT'S CALLED "THIS LAND". ]

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[AND THERE ARE NO SUDDEN YET INEVITABLE BETRAYALS]