dramatispersonae | ♫ turquoise ♫

♫ turquoise ♫

You're in a sumptuous room, with rich brocade in your team colors and fine appointments in copper and marble that should look bright and beautiful -- but everything is dusty and grey, with a furtive, abandoned air. This is a place that's been locked away for a long time. It feels as if it would be sad to linger here for long.

Fortunately (perhaps), after one good look at the room, you catch a brief, pained snatch of melody. Your vision goes dark, and you immediately find your mind somewhere else-- ♫

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You wake up sitting securely in one of the luxurious abandoned chairs. You're feeling sore and ill, pained from the affereffects of whatever happened -- but it's all the ghost of a reaction, fading slowly.

Firebird's voice floats through the air on another brief melody. She sounds exhausted, as tired and sick as you are.

"So what would you do, if such a thing came to pass? After all of your fears came true?"

[blinks]

...I do not know what I would do.

[cry, maybe]

. . .

Ah. . .

I don't...know what I would do either.

...

Shocked and helpless must be our decision?

We could try to...find a way to fix it.

If it already came to pass. . . then isn't it asking what we do after. . .

[ 'give up' wait no . . . uhh ]

There isn't anything else we can do. All I know is that I know there's magic that can rewrite things that can happen, and if it was possible to fix it, I would. If I couldn't...

[shrugs]

Edited 2014-04-14 02:05 (UTC)