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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I'll keep it in mind, then.
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The Once-ler is supposed to be alone, Ino. You're breaking the rules]
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Okay, don't panic. Don't panic. He'd said other people had vanished before, right? So the same thing must be happening to her.
But still, that means he'll be alone in this awful place again, and that's the last thing she wants for him. She won't let that happen -- okay, more like she doesn't want to, but it seems she has no choice for now.
So for the time being, she'll stumble forward to give him another hug from behind while she still can]
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Uh...everything okay, Ino?
[He'll turn his head to look at her and...] Oh.
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[But she's squeezing a little tighter]
But I'll see you soon, okay? I promise.
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[He's not sure, he's really not sure. Maybe this is just it, his goodbye from the castle and he'll face his life alone now. Waiting for Ted]
...Yeah.
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[... aaand she's gone]
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...He'll miss her]