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paradisalogs2012-10-05 04:34 pm
whichwayyoulean) wrote in paradisalogs2012-10-05 04:34 pm
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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Looks like I'm vanishing. Probably some other Paradisa thing.
[Then the look softens a little to be a bit more...apologetic? At least a touch of it]
Sorry...I was hoping to stay longer, moulting or not.
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Yeah. I figured. I guess this is just how it's supposed to be.
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Just...don't forget, okay?
[As for what he's not supposed to forget, Zelos doesn't explain. He vanishes completely instead]
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...But he doesn't. He remains where he is, eventually, he heads up to the top of the Lerkim. To the place he'll wait for fifty long years, until someone comes along who cares a whole awful lot and finally brings him out of his self-made darkness.
Time to be alone again. He sits by his boarded up window and lets out a sigh. Then, quietly, to no one but his shadow]
I never forget anything.