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Vex'ahlia ([personal profile] moneytwin) wrote in [community profile] acatalepsy_logs2019-01-19 05:59 pm

[OPEN] Well. That Didn't Go Quite As Planned

Who: EVERYONE
Where: The Temple of Beginnings
When: Immediately After The End.
Rating: PG-13, may vary by thread
What: You fall, you pick yourself back up and you move on. Or at least, you try.


Fished Out Of Water
One minute, you are witnessing the fabric of an entire world implode as it is literally ripped apart by powers unknown. The next, that tell-tale twist somewhere beneath your sternum, before you are bodily YANKED away from Akvos, away from the ocean and the Queen and the King and the Princess.

And land back on (mostly) solid, dry ground.

Welcome back to the Temple of Beginnings. Don't worry, there's no hurry for you to get back up just yet.


Hey, Howya Doin'?
Once you do get back up, now is the time to be taking stock of the situation - yours, your friends, and even those new merfolk neighbours (who may need a hand getting their fins back into the water). There is also the missing members of the Circle to consider: people who disappeared on the journey to Akvos, and those who never made it back..

(There's also that small matter with a certain 'witchess-san' that may be a cause for concern to some more than others.)

Whatever the case, it's a lot to process right now. Take the time you have, because you don't know if it'll be enough for what you need.




[[ OOC: Here's an open post for threads reacting to the end of the Akvos world hop. Feel free to use the above prompts, and/or make your own! ]]
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[personal profile] lumberlady 2019-02-08 11:00 am (UTC)(link)
No, that wasn’t-

[At peace? It had been chaos and screams, blood and panic, and her hands begin to shake, her pupils to dilate and the color to drain from her face. The dead- The dead didn’t hurt, they didn’t suffer, they didn’t feel... but before that-]

Nier, no-

[For a moment it seems like she’ll reject the embrace, stumble up as if to look for the child she’d been minding for so long, to- to do anything, but then his arms are tighter around her and her tears fall heavy and hot and she can’t-]

What went wrong? Why- Why-

[It’s not her fault, she knows that. But was it theirs?]
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[personal profile] extirpator 2019-02-12 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ he wants to give her an answer, but he doesn't have one. this dread, whatever it is that's brewing inside him threatens to consume him whole.

was it really so futile — was every world just as hopeless as his own?

his grip loosens so he can escape his embrace, should she choose to. but for the meanwhile, a palm flattens along the back of her head. ]


We'll be back soon.

[ not home, but to the temple, which was close enough. ]

We'll be alright. This'll be over soon. I'm at your side, alright?

[ in a flash of blindingly bright light that phases through them, the world fades away. he feels like he's been whisked away through the air, off to a faraway land.

when he opens his eyes again, the rustic architecture of the temple surrounds them. ]


...Konoha?
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[personal profile] lumberlady 2019-02-13 03:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's here, and that makes it better... But it doesn't make it good.

Maybe it hasn't been good for a long time. Maybe she'd been deceiving herself, keeping herself so busy with tasks so that she wouldn't be able to notice. If she focused on the next small goal and then the next, she could be no better than a horse wearing blinders... because to remove them was to lose hope, to be swallowed up in the foreign mystery of magic and witches and worlds beyond her own.

And empty arms that had once cradled babes from a species not her own, in an ocean on a far off world that, once the bright lights die...

Doesn't exist anymore.

She hears her name, manages a nod of assent into Nier's chest, a mumbled, weak answer of attendance...

Before she just buries her face further into his clothing and begins to sob, curled over her arms that cradle nothing, rocking softly as if the broken lullaby would make it all better.]