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[crittersheep]

WHO: all
WHERE: all
WHEN: Day 9, evening into night

[the sun goes down; the two moons rise.

it all looks...quite different. the laundromat lengthens and transforms the silhouette of Woolietown in the distance. the lighthouse beacon comes to life for the first time, throwing strong, brilliant light and stark shadows across the meadow and into the barns. the lazy river encircles the pasture in a glittering band, the bobbing shapes of the pool toys a little bit eerie until they drift into full view.

perhaps some of you are winding down. perhaps some of you are just gearing up for a wild adventure in the shadows. perhaps some of you, regardless of if you sleep or stay up, find your dreams and nightmares crawling out beyond the bounds of your own head tonight, drawing others in...

the night is full of possibilities.]

Comments

[finalbows]

No light...

_{[ almost no light. despite his gut telling him 'bro you do not want to look,' he looks down at his feet, at whatever he was sinking into before. ]}

...just you, huh?

[hardpity]

[ he giggles.

kuja was standing in something thick and black and viscous, like ink mixed with blood. the same substance is leaking from the monster's ink-bottle shaped head and out from the bottom of its body, though it does not seem to be the source.

every so often the liquid will take the form of grasping hands again though so it's sort of non-newtonian. ]

just me.

[finalbows]

_{[ still extremely uneasy with those hands. when one gets too close, he splashes a few steps away, closer to his... new... friend. ]}

...

<sub>[ well, this is his life now. or his death, rather. he doesn't seem to be sinking any deeper, at the moment. that's. that's ideal. He might actually want to stick with... jarhead, here.

rather than answer with words, he finally holds out a hand, and a small, red ball of light appears in front of it. it rises, slowly, to bob in the air near the blue one. ]</sub>

[hardpity]

uwaaah! pretty...

[ it reaches a giant clawed hand to delicately poke at the red ball of light. despite being an enormous monster it very clearly has the mannerisms of a child ]

[finalbows]

_{[ it takes a poke like a champ! since it's not just magic but a dream, it squishes inward with the point of the claw, and then shakes itself off like a dog once it's left alone. ]}

...can't be easy being the only sliver of light in a place like this, that's all. Seems like an important job.

_{[ we would also accept an 'I am happy I am not alone in the literal abyss,' Kuja ]}

[hardpity]

well, I don't know if I'd call it my 'job'...

[finalbows]

...Hm, hm. Maybe role's a better word? We all have our roles. ...Mine led me right down here, to my early demise. ..Just wish I could remember which it was, this time.

_{[ 'which demise,' he means, apparently. ]}