06-27-2023, 16:44:26 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-27-2023, 16:45:40 PM by MadameButterflyKnife.)
And so, Pepsi bids you all goodbye. Maybe your paths will cross at one point, xe thinks to themselves. You seemed interesting enough, some peculiar folk under the endless lights looking for one of them that they could take for themselves. Xe watches as Omen leads the four to the cloaked alleyway, as more Mission enforcers seem to walk the streets.
Xe isn't safe, but that isn't exactly a revelation to xem. Xey've never been safe, as xe too, weaves around crowds, following the ever present sea serpent graffiti to who knows where. In a way, Kartono was right. These serpents were looking to the cosmos, for the fragments of a Creator that still pulses through the cosmos. But glimpses are not enough. They've never been enough, even for the desperate. No, the serpents desire more from the beauty from the universe. So much more.
>>the Cuca alleyway.
I won't make you use a strong action to follow the path. The whispers from a life Omen once led, long ago, back when they still had a hand to point the way towards victory or sacrifice, is enough. The cloaks still hang from the power lines, as he once remembered. There's a sense of darkness in this place, fear, but almost safety. That even at their most zealous, Mission itself would rather skim through this place than look at its deepest, darkest corners.
A couple of people have made their homes in this alley. People swing from rusted balconies, laundry hanging from clotheslined amongst the various cloaks. Maybe they saw the darkness and thought of safety. Maybe they are desperate, willing to look the fear they don't know in the eyes rather than the certain fear they do know, out in the streetlights.
And there, all the way at the end, is the jewelry store, rotten away. Closed stores are a rare sight these days: the small places get squeezed out, unable to make a living, and then the demolition starts immediately, to make way for yet another chain of endless names. It's not even always Mission doing it: there's other companies, just like them, looking for their next prey and waiting them out. Persistence predation, was it called?
Either way, you are here, but the watchful eyes are still a threat. How, exactly, will you stake yourself out here?
Xe isn't safe, but that isn't exactly a revelation to xem. Xey've never been safe, as xe too, weaves around crowds, following the ever present sea serpent graffiti to who knows where. In a way, Kartono was right. These serpents were looking to the cosmos, for the fragments of a Creator that still pulses through the cosmos. But glimpses are not enough. They've never been enough, even for the desperate. No, the serpents desire more from the beauty from the universe. So much more.
>>the Cuca alleyway.
I won't make you use a strong action to follow the path. The whispers from a life Omen once led, long ago, back when they still had a hand to point the way towards victory or sacrifice, is enough. The cloaks still hang from the power lines, as he once remembered. There's a sense of darkness in this place, fear, but almost safety. That even at their most zealous, Mission itself would rather skim through this place than look at its deepest, darkest corners.
A couple of people have made their homes in this alley. People swing from rusted balconies, laundry hanging from clotheslined amongst the various cloaks. Maybe they saw the darkness and thought of safety. Maybe they are desperate, willing to look the fear they don't know in the eyes rather than the certain fear they do know, out in the streetlights.
And there, all the way at the end, is the jewelry store, rotten away. Closed stores are a rare sight these days: the small places get squeezed out, unable to make a living, and then the demolition starts immediately, to make way for yet another chain of endless names. It's not even always Mission doing it: there's other companies, just like them, looking for their next prey and waiting them out. Persistence predation, was it called?
Either way, you are here, but the watchful eyes are still a threat. How, exactly, will you stake yourself out here?