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foolishmortals2018-03-17 10:26 pm
riptorn) wrote in foolishmortals2018-03-17 10:26 pm
Recuérdame.
[Those of you who wish to see those who passed on? You'll be directed outside by Zeus, where he raises his arms, and marigolds begin to float around him. They float upwards, and form into a bridge.
It's structurally sound, and it seems fitting that you can cross it.
Eventually, you'll see it. Elysium. The Land of The Dead. Gentle music plays as you cross over into the city.
It's...festive. It's always festive. The architecture is colorful and full of spirit, and your group seems to be the only ones...human in appearance. Even your old friends seem to be a bit more skeletal in appearance. You can spend as much time here as you like, but eventually, that bridge will disappear. And you'll have to leave.
But...they'll never truly be gone. Not if you remember them. And someday, you'll join them. But for now, you celebrate. You've earned your happy ending.]
(ooc: This is the last log for the three canon rounds of Foolish Mortals! Thanks for coming along for the ride - we loved having you, and we hope to see ya real soon!)
It's structurally sound, and it seems fitting that you can cross it.
Eventually, you'll see it. Elysium. The Land of The Dead. Gentle music plays as you cross over into the city.
It's...festive. It's always festive. The architecture is colorful and full of spirit, and your group seems to be the only ones...human in appearance. Even your old friends seem to be a bit more skeletal in appearance. You can spend as much time here as you like, but eventually, that bridge will disappear. And you'll have to leave.
But...they'll never truly be gone. Not if you remember them. And someday, you'll join them. But for now, you celebrate. You've earned your happy ending.]
(ooc: This is the last log for the three canon rounds of Foolish Mortals! Thanks for coming along for the ride - we loved having you, and we hope to see ya real soon!)
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... I tried to stop the people that threw Dad over to you guys earlier.
[After hearing everything that had happened, seeing it on TV for himself and suddenly reaching the horrible understanding of why his father had been acting even colder and stranger than before. At first, his Dad had tried to deny it, frantically gesticulating that it was just TV and not real, or that they had the wrong guy, before eventually devolving into cold shoulders and reprimanding him, so Chicken Little didn't speak to him about the topic again.
But others did. They quickly found out and soon, their family were pariahs. Buck Cluck for what he did, and Chicken Little, little failure that always was, as the son of a murderer and likely to be capable of the same. Even so, before his Dad had been tossed through that portal...
It's fuzzy, but he remembers running forward and attempting to break through the crowd to try to stop them. Remembers wondering if he even could, and if his Dad would be proud of him for having tried...]
It... it didn't go well I think, since I'm here now.
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That... makes sense. That sorta thing has been known to happen.
...I'm sorry you had to go through that, big guy. You shouldn't have had to.
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[Not like home, where everyone kind of hated Chicken Little for terrible reasons.]
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... I mean, I don't know where my Dad went and that's a little worrying, but otherwise this place is really great!
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[y-yeah.]
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