Ars Goetia ([personal profile] arsgoetia) wrote2011-09-05 09:32 pm
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[Final Day] Endgame

There is a noise like broken glass as the giant shadowy snake wavers in place, then falls over, hitting the roof so hard that dust billows up on on various levels of existence, making the whole building shake. You begin to see more people all around you—flickering, as if the layers are merging into one, the separations between them vanishing.

Superimposed over the snake's fading body—yes, there is, in fact, a giant shadow snake, visible to everyone now, even those who had just been fighting Mithos—is a man in a labcoat bending over on his knees, shuddering and grasping at the ground.

"Sssssss . . . thissssss . . ."

He jerks abruptly, then sags a little more, as if losing energy, trying to force his eyes to stay open, but . . .

[identity profile] kepthishead.livejournal.com 2011-09-06 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
[i have many creeperrelatives. maybe you're my cousin.]

— you're awake.
boatsights: (teasing)

[personal profile] boatsights 2011-09-06 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
[/VINCENT NIGHTRAY]

I'm awake.

[identity profile] kepthishead.livejournal.com 2011-09-06 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
[BUT ARE YOU CRAZY ENOUGH TO BE A NIGHTRAY.]

Thank you.
boatsights: (crazy)

[personal profile] boatsights 2011-09-06 07:25 am (UTC)(link)
[try me, bro]

Thank you—?

[identity profile] kepthishead.livejournal.com 2011-09-06 07:30 am (UTC)(link)
[we are pretty crazy. and pretty.]

And ... I apologise.
boatsights: (unsure)

[personal profile] boatsights 2011-09-06 07:31 am (UTC)(link)
[you can't say I'm not gonna grow up super pretty]

. . . apologize?

[identity profile] kepthishead.livejournal.com 2011-09-06 07:32 am (UTC)(link)
You were terrified of the elevator and I asked you to help us anyway.
boatsights: (neutral)

[personal profile] boatsights 2011-09-06 07:36 am (UTC)(link)
I think you all had the right to. You were risking your lives and I wasn't facing my fears to help.

[identity profile] kepthishead.livejournal.com 2011-09-06 09:24 am (UTC)(link)
You're a child. You're allowed to be afraid.