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Ð ([personal profile] damnpire) wrote in [community profile] kenoscomm2024-02-12 02:56 pm

THE HORRORS OF OBLIVION | [@]MERIDIAN

[D's communion into Meridian aligned minds is like a very polite knock at the door, except when the door is finally opened, a rush of icy wind blows in. No warmth or mirth can be found in the space of his mind, though it's a surprisingly gentle, dark void despite the chill. It's familiar for anyone who has had a communion with him, but probably kind of eerie for those who haven't.

It's also pretty quiet now actually.]


I made an attempt to Reincarnate the late Tribune. [He delivers this all very clinically, very factual.] It failed, but not because he hadn't been willing.

Something else had been inside him. [Can Nothing be something?] It had cleaned his soul out, if he had one at all, and left him as a husk. There was no soul to shift into another body.

It spoke through him. It said, "We never would have been able to Enter without the Choices that have been made."

[:wooper:]
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[personal profile] warmare 2024-02-29 01:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Then why-

[She doesn't... He came to tell her that resurrection magic as he knew it was not some foul thing, to give her accidental, misunderstood hope that need be crushed right after birth, but-

But it was here, and here-]


Whether D's magic opened up the path for the shadow thing or not, it-

... Did he have a chance or not?
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[personal profile] sterngaze 2024-02-29 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[The pause that follows her despairing question is contemplative, carrying the slight impression of a thoughtful frown with it.]

Not in this world, I think, [he says finally.] Not now. But if Oblivion swallowed the worlds we came from, then perhaps after we defeat it to return what was lost, the answer will be different.
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[personal profile] warmare 2024-03-01 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
[Not here. Not now.

Somewhere across the city, a centaur lays back down on her hospital cot, confined as the healers are forced to work slowly, healing spells weakened as a consequence of the anti-magic field her body had begun producing months ago.

Ah. She is so tired.]


Then we have to defeat it… even more.

Even if that chance and choice is never given to people in my world.

[At least… those magic ones had it. Supposedly.]