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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]

...A strange last request. A clear lapse in your education... I shall attend to this detail for the next iteration. Four years was clearly not long enough before your release into Gaia. The third Angel I will allot a decade, perhaps...

_{[ he turns his back on you... answer, dammit! are you going to have to INSIST? ]}

[catposting]

[ ANOTHER THING TO FILE AWAY.

lack of an answer is fine, actually; this interaction was still more informative than thirty minutes of talking to the waking Angel Devil.

"Fine, I'll tell you. Honestly, I don't know where I took the lamb. We were traveling, and then suddenly — a flower bloomed, and I started crying. I don't know why. It was so overwhelming that I lost him.

... I figured you would have warned me about something that incapacitating, master. Or factored it into your experiments."

There were definitely experiments, right?

"Unless you don't know how to bring your own Angel to tears. That sounds like incompetence on your part, no offense." ]

[finalbows]

The limits of your psychology have been taken into factor in the creation of the lamb.

_{[ he waves a hand. a blue hologram of a planet appears. ]}

Show me where.

[catposting]

[ just gives Garland's back A Look.

"I just told you, I don't know."

are you deaf sir ]

[finalbows]

_{[ worry not, creation. you may be fucking stupid but he is here to narrow it down for you. ]}

You were traveling Gaia.

_{[ the globe swivels, and a point of red light pours from a particular spot in the ocean. ]}

You took the dragon. But there is mud, upon your boots. _{[ two entire continents go dark, on the globe. ]} Were there settlements, on your path? Of what size?

[catposting]

[ TELEPATHICALLY SIGHING OVER THE CONNECTION.

the fading... is getting to him, and he doubts he'll last here much longer, so. another route it is.

"Kefka took him. Surprised you don't know already." ]

[finalbows]

I do not know the names of the piteous Gaians with whom you waste your time. I have never understood your attachment to them... your inability to cherish Terra, your home. Another flaw to address. I could see its beginnings, in the lamb. I allowed you too much influence over it.

[catposting]

[ just pictures the stupid clown cube really hard in his mind's eye. he has no idea whether images work telepathically, but it's not like he can get up and start drawing. ]

[finalbows]

_{[ the hologram of the planet slowly squeezes down into the shape of the clowncube. garland turns around, stares at it. ]}

I see. The nonsense words of a dying soul... we shall continue this when the vessel is in a more suitable state.

<sub>[ he sweeps his cape aside.




he leaves you there to die.
that's right. you died alone, didn't you?
the chamber changes. you're still trapped in the chair. but now, you're in what seems like the innards of a jungle, foliage, vines, a pressing sense of being deep under.

you're wounded. grievously. the great tree rumbles with its oncoming death throes.


you sent them all away at the last moment. somewhere safe from what's coming. it's just you, here. your vision is going out. ]</sub>

[catposting]

[ distantly, he's laughing his ass off inside his head. first the Lily beds, now the clowncube. Blood Fiend is going to shitpost in EVERY damn dream he finds himself in from here on out.

but also, ow. is this the end? ]

[finalbows]

<sub>[ it's the end.


but something just. feels wrong about it. like a mirage at your side with blue eyes. a hand on yours. you don't even have the strength to recoil. no, idiot, you were alone. you died alone. you were ALWAYS, ALWAYS alone! no one ever came for you! that's why they all deserve death! you feel so cold. everything hurts, and you burned yourself down from every direction you could to do that evil thing you tried to do.


the nothing beside you squeezes your hand. you're so glad he got to grow up free from that place.
for some goddamn reason, it's yama's voice that speaks to you out of the nothing-shaped-nobody as you fade out for real. ]</sub>

No one's useless... You helped us escape, remember?

[catposting]

. . .

[ he'll process this later. much later, laughs at day 10 and 11 and possibly 12. for now:

"Shut up, you stupid mutt. You have no idea what you're talking about." ]