Voice Post

[beyondback_up]

-Recording. There is a soft scuffling, the lightest hints of someone behind the terminal. A breathy noise, maybe a laugh or exhale, and footsteps coming closer-

So.. so - could it?

-The breathy sound is more discernible as a laugh, though barely.-Midway upon the journey of our life

Comments

[thylas]

So did my soul, that still was fleeing onward,
Turn itself back to re-behold the pass
Which never yet a living person left

[beyondback_up]

After my weary body I had rested,
The way resumed I on the desert slope,
So that the firm foot ever was the lower.

Vergil?

[thylas]

Thylas.

[beyondback_up]

Thylas. Purgatory.

I am being punished. My apologies.

[thylas]

Don't waste your time apologizing to me. I am a god, but I'm not the one you owe, B.

[beyondback_up]

So many, many gods. 'All God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring.'

Not Vergil, no, but written in pen and ink. I prefer the epics.

No apologies then. Punishments are meant to wring them from our lips, correct?

[thylas]

They're supposed to come from actions.

He's not even being sarcastic. Sad.

[beyondback_up]

Actions?

I will pick you a lovely bouquet.

lmao oh my god

[thylas]

I love roses. And their thorns.

if he finds roses, which I guess he wouldn't, he'd seriously get them for him.

[beyondback_up]

Yes, untainted roses.

A dozen then, for you Thylas. I will hand them over with bloody fingers.

Thylas may let him just for him.

[thylas]

Such a lovely thing to do.

Hahaha, that'd be pretty amazing. If Thylas pops up some roses.

[beyondback_up]

'A rose is a rose is a rose.'

I do hope they are red. I adore the color.

He would.

[thylas]

Of course they are red. Any color I would desire they would be.

what a nice guy. B can go flower picking

[beyondback_up]

Wine red roses. Lovely, lovely things.

A shame this is no garden of Eden.

[thylas]

No. Just purgatory.