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dramatispersonae) wrote2012-12-14 05:37 pm
dramatispersonae) wrote2012-12-14 05:37 pm
CORAL
You're standing together on what seems to be the main street of a small village, paved with cobblestones, with low buildings standing silent on either side. If you look in any of them, you'll find them dark and empty.
In contrast to the Ring, it's rather chilly. The sky is slate-grey, and it seems like there's snow falling, blanketing you and the village in pure white. On closer inspection, the snow turns out to be ash – but the bleaching is literal. Even when you brush it off, your skin, your hair, your clothes, and your keys remain ash-coloured.
A single, feeble light flickers further down the street.
In contrast to the Ring, it's rather chilly. The sky is slate-grey, and it seems like there's snow falling, blanketing you and the village in pure white. On closer inspection, the snow turns out to be ash – but the bleaching is literal. Even when you brush it off, your skin, your hair, your clothes, and your keys remain ash-coloured.
A single, feeble light flickers further down the street.
Re: room
Um, then ... if, if you could say that again afterwards, I ... I think that would be very nice.
Re: room
Re: room
[REACHING FOR THE SWORD]
Re: room
The sword vanishes. Another match appears, and this time the little girl is the one to pick it up and strike it. Her basket is now empty.
The back wall crumbles, revealing the open village gate beyond. The village is bright now, bustling. Another flame figure – an old woman – is coming up the road beyond it.
The girl takes off running, straight into the old woman's arms. They embrace, then both turn to you as the scene fades . . . you hear a faint, crackling 'thank you.'
And you find yourselves at endgame.