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entranceway2018-01-14 10:50 am
nascensibility) wrote in entranceway2018-01-14 10:50 am
[ACTION] & [TEXT] coming forth by day
[After everything, Evelyn still anticipated there would be a darkness.
Perhaps it is the cynic in her, thinking that her death would be the signature at the end of a well-annotated text, rather than a simple state change. The pain of her passing is fleeting in that it only lasted as long as it took for her to expire in her husbandβs arms while he begged her not to go and only moments later she was standing, in clean linen clothing and sandals, in a dimly-lit world. An arduous journey and she had not the convenient corpus of ancient spells to utilise to her benefit, no carefully transcribed notes to lead her to the Hall of Truth.
But it was there, in the far distance, beyond gates and guardians. A lamentation poured from the scorpion, the serpent, and the goddess and greeted her, gave her a path upon which to walk, water to drink, and so she stepped through the world of shades.
When she comes to in Wonderland it is with a surprising amount of clarity, rather than the expected confusion. The sand under her hands is cold but she is not.
Not anymore.]
Iβll be just fine.
[Evelyn echoes quietly, her words fading into the surf as it ebbs several yards away. The sky is grey, the air sticky with winter mist and the edge of light at the far corner of the horizon tells her it is nearly dawn.
With death came understanding, with resurrection came determination. She gets to her feet, gaze tracking past the expanse of the ocean to the enormous shadow perched on the hill, hand moving toward her stomach. Her blouse is wet with blood, but the skin beneath it is unharmed. More than once she has woken up here, felt the loss, agonised over her return and made the long trek back to familiar halls and familiar stacks.
Something else compels her to remain by the seaside.
Iβve been reading Marcus Aurelius of late.
Light reading for you.
Settled on a piece of driftwood, she watches the water as flickers of warmth eat through the fog.]
Public Text from [Name Encrypted]: I hope none of you set the library on fire while I was gone.
Perhaps it is the cynic in her, thinking that her death would be the signature at the end of a well-annotated text, rather than a simple state change. The pain of her passing is fleeting in that it only lasted as long as it took for her to expire in her husbandβs arms while he begged her not to go and only moments later she was standing, in clean linen clothing and sandals, in a dimly-lit world. An arduous journey and she had not the convenient corpus of ancient spells to utilise to her benefit, no carefully transcribed notes to lead her to the Hall of Truth.
But it was there, in the far distance, beyond gates and guardians. A lamentation poured from the scorpion, the serpent, and the goddess and greeted her, gave her a path upon which to walk, water to drink, and so she stepped through the world of shades.
When she comes to in Wonderland it is with a surprising amount of clarity, rather than the expected confusion. The sand under her hands is cold but she is not.
Not anymore.]
Iβll be just fine.
[Evelyn echoes quietly, her words fading into the surf as it ebbs several yards away. The sky is grey, the air sticky with winter mist and the edge of light at the far corner of the horizon tells her it is nearly dawn.
With death came understanding, with resurrection came determination. She gets to her feet, gaze tracking past the expanse of the ocean to the enormous shadow perched on the hill, hand moving toward her stomach. Her blouse is wet with blood, but the skin beneath it is unharmed. More than once she has woken up here, felt the loss, agonised over her return and made the long trek back to familiar halls and familiar stacks.
Something else compels her to remain by the seaside.
Light reading for you.
Settled on a piece of driftwood, she watches the water as flickers of warmth eat through the fog.]
[Private Text] HOO BOY
Were that the case, I myself would be at the top of the list of those most likely to be persecuted. I have died four times here.
I instated the Death Watch programme in tandem with Commander Shepard's new security measures.
The intention of the project is protection. If you have spoken with Commander Shepard, then you must be aware the populace was informed that people who die five times are resurrected as agents of the Queen of Hearts. This is not a fate that anyone wants.
[Private Text] He wants to know the important things.
Yeah, I saw that video she linked. The one with the broken compact mirror? That still kind of scares me, you know.
But it's good that we have this sort of protective measure going on. Do you think it would also be a good idea if I kept track of my death record too?
[Private Text] CLEARLY!!
I believe it would be in your best interest, yes. If you are concerned about your private information being publicly distributed, I can assure you it will not happen.
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Where do I go to give you the death counts in person? I'm worried the network might get hacked or something.