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animus_network2013-07-05 06:32 pm
deathsought) wrote in animus_network2013-07-05 06:32 pm
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I do not know what happened to my own world, but I would ask that nobody visits Floor Twenty-Five, for now. I'll be headed there after I make this entry.
[ He has heard that it will always appear that way; peaceful spring weather, with a pretty meadow. Maybe then, if he stays there... his magic won't affect it. Hey, it was worth a try. ]
I don't wish to introduce myself. It is better if nobody here knows who I am, or what I am. Though if anyone encounters a book in either of the libraries titled 'The Book of Zeref,' tell me. I will dispose of it. I may be the only one here who knows how.
✒ action, floor twenty-five
[ And sure enough, there he is, later. He's kneeling in a small clearing, staring down at a certain white flour. The flower was oddly resilient. It wasn't wilting, wasn't turning black and crumbling to dust just from being near the Black Wizard. But isn't that how it always is? ]
Our world... destroyed.
[ He whispered to nobody in particular, feeling tears threaten to roll down his cheeks. He picked the small flower, ripping the stem between his fingers. It immediately wilted, the petals shriveling up and falling off, with the stem becoming coarse and rubbery. Zeref simply dropped it where it was. ]
Was it me? Was it Acnologia? [ Again, asking nobody in particular. ] I guess it doesn't matter. Maybe it was better off, after all.
{{ OOC: Zeref's magic makes it dangerous (and possibly deadly) just to be near him, so naturally, a permissions post was mandatory. }}
I do not know what happened to my own world, but I would ask that nobody visits Floor Twenty-Five, for now. I'll be headed there after I make this entry.
[ He has heard that it will always appear that way; peaceful spring weather, with a pretty meadow. Maybe then, if he stays there... his magic won't affect it. Hey, it was worth a try. ]
I don't wish to introduce myself. It is better if nobody here knows who I am, or what I am. Though if anyone encounters a book in either of the libraries titled 'The Book of Zeref,' tell me. I will dispose of it. I may be the only one here who knows how.
✒ action, floor twenty-five
[ And sure enough, there he is, later. He's kneeling in a small clearing, staring down at a certain white flour. The flower was oddly resilient. It wasn't wilting, wasn't turning black and crumbling to dust just from being near the Black Wizard. But isn't that how it always is? ]
Our world... destroyed.
[ He whispered to nobody in particular, feeling tears threaten to roll down his cheeks. He picked the small flower, ripping the stem between his fingers. It immediately wilted, the petals shriveling up and falling off, with the stem becoming coarse and rubbery. Zeref simply dropped it where it was. ]
Was it me? Was it Acnologia? [ Again, asking nobody in particular. ] I guess it doesn't matter. Maybe it was better off, after all.
{{ OOC: Zeref's magic makes it dangerous (and possibly deadly) just to be near him, so naturally, a permissions post was mandatory. }}
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Lucy wouldn't be Lucy if she just listened to what others say and not act upon it, albeit in ridiculous ways.]And why is that? No matter what, we are from the same world, aren't we? I have a right to know about things.
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[For some reason, she can have the guts when she needs to.]
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[ That should make him even less willing to tell her. But.. ]
If I tell you, do you promise to leave if I feel my magic begin to slip from my control?
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Sure, I promise. I wouldn't want any massacre anyway. Under our conditions, it's just better if we meet in person.
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[ A beat. ]
Look for the dead trees.
[ text ] (We should urn this into action or I can make a log?)
ooc