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

[wilder]

[He makes a small amused noise through his nose] You talk like angels are much better.

[He was one bracelet away from becoming what he was before. Logically keeping him around was an unsafe gamble, he knew that much]

[Yet still, he can't feel a twinge of happiness at her reply and a slight smile shows]

I know you will.

[draca]

[ She laughs. Angels may not be much better, but she thinks dragons worse. Her children are monsters as much as she is. The cavern Drogon made as his nest is proof of that. The bones between his teeth are proof. ]

I think I shall call you fool still. [ She steps closer, tilting her head. ] And myself just as foolish.

[ She takes his chin between her fingers, standing on the tips of her toes so she can press a kiss to his lips. A soft kiss, affectionate and kind, yet also teasing. ]

[wilder]

Oh that's okay. We can be fools together.

[He'll turn his face down to meet hers, returning that soft kiss while putting a hand onto her hip]