The Once-ler (
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paradisalogs2012-10-05 04:34 pm
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And the wind smells slow and sour when it blows
Who: The Once-ler and YOU!
What: Nightmares
When: Friday
Where: HIS MIND
Rating: Uh PG/PG13.
[You'd be forgiven for thinking you've entered a pleasant dream, rather than a horrific nightmare here. You've arrived in Truffula Valley, a peaceful, wonderful place that almost puts Paradisa's created beauty to shame. Forest creatures are scurrying about, singing and playing and generally going about their business.
The sky is bright blue, the sun is shining and the waters of the nearby river and pond are crystal clear. And most importantly there are miles upon miles upon miles of Truffula trees. For anyone the Once-ler described these trees to, he wasn't kidding. The touch of their tufts really is softer than silk and that comforting, wonderful smell? Fresh butterfly milk baby.
Nothing good lasts forever, and there's a general unease about the place. A disjointed sort of feel, like someone's putting on a play and you've already been told everyone dies at the end]
[[ooc: Sections: Pretty Valley | Dying Valley | Dead Valley ]]
What: Nightmares
When: Friday
Where: HIS MIND
Rating: Uh PG/PG13.
[You'd be forgiven for thinking you've entered a pleasant dream, rather than a horrific nightmare here. You've arrived in Truffula Valley, a peaceful, wonderful place that almost puts Paradisa's created beauty to shame. Forest creatures are scurrying about, singing and playing and generally going about their business.
The sky is bright blue, the sun is shining and the waters of the nearby river and pond are crystal clear. And most importantly there are miles upon miles upon miles of Truffula trees. For anyone the Once-ler described these trees to, he wasn't kidding. The touch of their tufts really is softer than silk and that comforting, wonderful smell? Fresh butterfly milk baby.
Nothing good lasts forever, and there's a general unease about the place. A disjointed sort of feel, like someone's putting on a play and you've already been told everyone dies at the end]
[[ooc: Sections: Pretty Valley | Dying Valley | Dead Valley ]]
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[he stares down at that smoke, coughing a bit more]
About how bad is the air outside again?
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[He frowns again, concerned at that coughing. The Lorax TOLD him about the air, and like everything else he didn't pay attention. And now it's not just the animals who are suffering for it]
It's bad enough that some guy starts selling bottled fresh air.
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[Good job Onceler. Zelos meanwhile is definitely not used to this level of pollution. Meltokio certainly had some dirty air and pollution, but it was a pre-industrial society. Meaning it was pretty much nothing compared to this]
Wonderful. And if we don't have that or the fan system - we'll be fine, right?
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[He's stealthily avoiding telling Zelos that HE'LL be fine. Because chances are, we won't]
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[NICE. TRY.]
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I don't know. If the people in Thneedville had to buy their air supply, it must have been pretty darn bad for them. And they're just regular humans. I don't know what effect the smog would even have on you.
[That's his roundabout way of saying there's a slight chance you might die out here, Zelos. But he doesn't want to say that out loud, in case he makes it true. He doesn't want to lose anyone friend though his own stupid, careless actions]
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I do breath air like a human, Onceler! I'm not that different!
[yes, that's what matters in this situation]
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Like the swans. [Don't ask him what happened to the swans, dear god don't ask him what happened to the swans. You won't like it]
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Like the swans? What happened to them?
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It stopped them from singing. The Lorax said something about the smog being stuck in their throats, and it stayed there.
[Then there's a pause because this is a delicate subject with Zelos and he knows there's a high chance he'll freak out]
And it made all their feathers drop out.
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Seriously!? This stuff could make me lose my voice and feathers?!
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I don't know, maybe. I mean, you're not a Swomee Swan, so you might luck out?
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-- Whatever. Don't worry about it.
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Uh, no. I will worry about it thank you, I'll worry about it a lot.
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And maybe we'll get out of here before that happens.
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I really hope so. [His guilty burden is big enough thanks]
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Whatever, I'd worry about yourself more if my hair starts falling out too.
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[Though at least his smile seems friendly and joking? ]
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[At least his tone doesn't hold any real malice of any sort in it]
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Hey anytime!
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