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 :)]

Comments

[mors]

If my words are hugs then yours are like knives.

[It sounds more like an observation than anything meant to be offensive. Under better circumstances he'd ask what has the guy so uptight, but well... it's pretty obvious what has everyone around here so uptight.]

Why aren't you out in the dead zone?

[whichwayyoulean]

I'm glad you think that, that's exactly what I was aiming for.

[He continues walking, but he does think about that. His primary reason was to get Martel out, but now... He has a few reasons. He needs to do some good, get some atonement. He doesn't want to leave and have his friends die. The woman he loves is still here]

...I've got my reasons.

[mors]

How fortunate for me that knives don't make a habit of working when I'm in the picture.

[It's said with a bit of a laugh.]

It seems most people have their reasons. If you won't offer yours, then I won't ask further.

I don't suppose you'd be willing to give me your name, would you?

[whichwayyoulean]

...Well that's vaguely creepy.

[He considers for a moment, walking in silence, before letting out a sigh]

I'm the Once-ler.

[mors]

I suppose it is.

[And that's all he really has to say on that matter. He's grinning pretty widely now though, because aw yes, he counts this as a victory.]

It's a pleasure, Once-ler. Or is that a title?

[whichwayyoulean]

No, it's my name. [Walking walking] My mother had a lot of issues.

Sorry this is so late! I ran out of paid time for a bit there

[mors]

How interesting. Well, it's still a pleasure regardless. My mother had her fair share of issues as well.

Is there anywhere in particular that you're hoping to get today, Once-ler? I could probably speed things up a little if you'd like me to.

lol no worries

[whichwayyoulean]

Yeah, no thanks, I'm good with just walking.

[mors]

Not a fan of alternative methods? ...not that I can say I blame you.

[whichwayyoulean]

Not especially, no. [There was a time he had a wagon, and a mule...before everythign went to hell]