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altimit2023-08-07 06:12 pm
sicklysweet) wrote in altimit2023-08-07 06:12 pm
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Who 🍰 owen & frenemies
What 🍬 area explores, depressing conversations, quests???
When 🍠August
Where 🍫 Lumina Cloth, et cetera
Content Warnings 🥧 Owen, discussions of suicide/suicidial ideation, violence & death, potentially other things that will be updated as needed.
Wildcard me! This will also be where I put open prompts, should I write any unrelated to the event. I might also add more top levels in the body! Hooray! Feel free to hit me on the plotting post, or on discord and plurk, both revelries.
What 🍬 area explores, depressing conversations, quests???
When 🍠August
Where 🍫 Lumina Cloth, et cetera
Content Warnings 🥧 Owen, discussions of suicide/suicidial ideation, violence & death, potentially other things that will be updated as needed.
revelries.
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[The wailing winds give Matoba pause as he hears a familiar death shout at one moment, and one of bitter, jealous anger the next- but he fixes any inflection of surprise in his expression before he glances to the side at Owen to see how the other man was reacting. The both of them liked to play at being untouchable and aloof, didn't they. But they were, after all, human.]
Watch your step. Would be a nasty slip, wouldn't it? [He smiles, calling across to his companion. He steps forward to examine the fortress walls, hands running along them tentatively. No doors? No handholds...? It seems like it would be too slippery to climb, anyway. Matoba thinks for a moment, if there was any magic he might be able to use to make things easier.]
Wings would have been nice right about now, [He tsks.]
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Owen pushes to his feet, looking more annoyed and frustrated with anything else. That could very well just be because of the drop and having wet hair as the winds buffet them about, and not any sort of mysterious screaming going on.]
I would have loved to seen you get blown about in this wind. What a shame.
[He looks over the edge of their platform, to see if there's anything below them at all. The presence of the fortress is heavy, and he's certain there's mysteries laying inside, but... He's more curious about the castle crumbling in front of them.]
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Perhaps Owen will get his wish, because the winds starts intensifying little by little. ]
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[Says the guy who is actively shorter and really no less twiggier, but hey, you can't say Matoba lacks in self-confidence. Owen peers over the platform and Matoba glances over to him, a dark thought crossing his mind before he scoffs and glances away again.]
[That would be pointless in their current location, wouldn't it. And besides- despite how annoying the man is, there was also the reluctant admission that they worked quite well together. Regardless of personal feelings, they were guildmates for a reason, huh?]
[Tch.]
[Although it's awfully difficult to think clearly like that, with the words being howled into his ears right now. Well what do you expect from oathbreaking Matoba dogs--]
That lake was supposed to be some sort of entrance to the underworld, right? [He speaks over the voices, not looking at Owen.] I guess that would make this Hell.
[The irony speaks for itself!]
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[Twig? Rude. Not exactly inaccurate, but why do people keep commenting on how thin he is…
Whatever. There’s more important things to deal with, like the wind he has to brace against. He feels like it would be much easier to fall into the abyss then continue this conversation.]
Interesting imagining of hell. Less fire and torture then I would expect.
[It’s an interesting choice.
That thing is a monster! Get it away from me!
His eyes narrow, and he crouched down - it doesn’t make the view down any clearer, but it does make it easier to handle the wind.
He doesn’t turn back towards Matoba.]
I wonder how many of these places are intentional.
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Then a piercing wail rings in their ears. It will cause a migraine that persists for the next 24 hours in real life. Hey, maybe it would be a good idea to log out...? ]
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[He's about to reconsider and agree, but the wailing sound cuts him off. Teeth gnashing together, even Matoba can't quite shut it all out, having already been nearly shouting over the noise of it.] If this is intentional, then it's probably--
[Is this what "Hell" is, according to this game? According to what the AI thinks Hell is? Matoba can't help the silent chuckle rattling his chest as his hands raise to his ears, grinning despite himself.]
[Can't really critique it too harshly. It wasn't exactly pleasant.]
Is that what you want? [He asks aloud, not caring even if Owen can hear it-- has Owen spoken to it? Can it even hear them, down here??] You want to know our limits!?
[He'll log out if he doesn't get a response- but he's waiting to see Owen's reaction first. (Or in b4 they play logout chicken??)]
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Are you so desperate to prove yourself you’ll challenge computer programs, too?
[He scoffs.]
Pathetic.
[There is nothing to be gained from enduring pain. It proves nothing, and it’s moronic to pile more onto yourself out of a warped sense of - pride? as far as Owen is concerned. He has nothing to prove to lines of code or Matoba.
So he logs off. Enjoy hell, Okoto!]
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[Whatever. It doesn't seem to be replying, anyway.]
[Agree to disagree, Owen. After a moment of silence with no replies and the wailing only getting sharper, Matoba, too, logs off.]