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

[moneytwin]

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.

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[[ 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! ]]

Comments

[fairysong]

...maybe!

I don't know! [Her heart hurts. She's clearly on the verge of some sort of panic here.]

[rightfully]

[ Sheryl's resilience isn't exactly shining here. Lucina tells herself, patience, and does her best to soften. It isn't like she's not upset, too. That frustration of Sheryl's, as aimless and ill-defined as it is, would be a disadvantage on the battlefield. Framing it in such coldly tactical terms, it helps Lucina know what to do next. ]

... come.

You'll catch cold if you linger in wet clothing.

[fairysong]

Don't pity me, Lucina! [Sheryl snaps, the pain in her heart mixed with a flush of embarrassment at what she interprets at Lucina talking down to her.] You're-- you're in wet clothes too!

[rightfully]

[ Immediately, Lucina is distracted by Sheryl's claim, looking down at herself. Having lost her cloak in Akvos, Ephraim's since given her his, which is equally damp and also a bit too large and heavy.

When your boy tries his best.

You know what, forget that. ]

It... isn't pity. Now, more than ever, it's important to not neglect your own health and well-being. Who knows how long we will be granted respite in this place?

We all need to rest, and rebuild.