❂ fifteenth | accidental video

[gazingup]

[ Those are the sound of firm footsteps you're hearing. Footsteps that suit the steady movement of his stride, of the straight-backed and confident posture belonging to the one stepping down a stone-laden path of the City. Who could it possibly be? A new arrival? But how strange that a new arrival would be so unperturbed by the atypical sight around him. ]

Well, I didn't think I would end up here again.

[ A minute's pause for thought as he continues his journey; a definite destination leading his steps. ]

Not that I ever expected to land in the City the first time.

[ ooc: Updated to a few minutes past leaving Captain Shakespeare's airship! ]

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[gazingup.livejournal.com]

Frogs, blood, locusts, an angel of death? Why does this all sound oddly familiar? It's as if, I've...

[ memory, memory- there you are ]

... It can't be that. This isn't, the deities pretending to be God?

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[primrosella.livejournal.com]

It has, it's only been a few days now since we last spoke. But not much time passed for you, either? And yet you sound...different, somehow.

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

I don't know. Everyone seems to think it's something out of a story, or the end of the world, and there was talk of putting blood on doorposts, but...I don't know. It's been horrible, absolutely horrible.

[gazingup.livejournal.com]

A short period time, but long enough for quite a bit to happen, in both cases.

The blood of lambs? [ a strained pause; his footsteps have ceased. ] Have you marked your door yet?

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

Yes, that's right, the blood of lambs. The City was even kind enough to provide them for us, and all we had to do was catch them and--

...But we didn't mark our door, no. Neither of us could bear it.