| A day without rain. |
[Nov. 10th, 2012|06:05 pm] |
It was a cloudy, but not rainy day; it was warm for this time of year.
Ryou was asleep on a Convenient Nexus Couch a little ways away from the Sign, and one of his attendant ghosts was making a little bit of trouble by taking the Sign literally. She was flying around as a little orb and asking people "A question?" because the sign said "Ask A Question".
Ryou woke up every so often, swatting at her, telling her "Can't you shut up?"
The ghost continued to bug people by asking "A question?" to everyone around.
Eventually Ryou woke up and told her in a very loud, annoyed voice: "You're dead, I can't believe dead people are so loud." |
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| A difficult question |
[Jun. 18th, 2012|07:55 pm] |
Mokou sits down in front of the sign, and very casually sets it a flame, only to watch it return almost instantly. She sighs quietly. "If only everything were like this sign. It wouldn't be such a curse.. or perhaps it'd be the worst fate. I can never really tell."
She pauses and looks around, then slumps slightly, crossing her legs. "How does one bring the dead back?" |
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[May. 23rd, 2012|09:25 pm] |
While it's been less than a year in the Nexus, it's been several years for Lust. When he found himself in the Nexus again, he spent time wandering around looking at things, having more than half forgotten about the place.
When he's done doing that, he started pacing back and forth, agitated. "I wish she'd get the fuck over her obsession with him. He's dead and not coming back. Although I suppose it's to my advantage. If she did, she'd probably get bored and get rid of me."
He eyes the Sign from the corner of his eye in order to help reduce the headache looking at it gives him. "I don't even know what the fuck I want to ask. Why the hell do we have to ask something anyway?" |
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| We all fall down... |
[Jan. 22nd, 2012|10:35 pm] |
It was a fairly nice day in the Nexus. The weather was mild, for winter, and there was plenty of hustle and bustle around as people went about their daily lives. The ever obtrusive sign remained, flashing obnoxiously, when a portal close to it opened. For a moment, it looked like it was snowing in that area, and nothing more, when something fell out of it. Landing with a whump, the body of a young woman lies amongst the pile of, upon closer inspection appears to be, ash. There are no visible wounds on the body, save a large burn scar over her right eye, which, while clearly was painful, has healed. Anyone with a nose can smell the stench of burned bodies on her. |
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