[Crackplot] When the world ends...

[big_bad_melkor]

It has taken time for this to happen, for the Dark Lord to gather it all, his influence of that which is not Arda but close enough to it, that which he hates about all else for the light of it remains a beacon

Comments

[rob_fellows]

This is not going to be a good day for Robin.

He poofed in and out and avoided it all - pucks do have a way of avoiding trouble, but they're less likely to share that gift with others. And as he poofs into the living room, he finds her.

Echo.

The nymph he couldn't save.

"Echo," he says, voice so soft, because he can tell, he can see she is on her way to Hades.

"Echo...." she repeats.

"I wish I could give you better parting words," he says again.

"Parting words..."

"It won't be long, I promise," he murmurs, his hand on her hair, and he'll shield her agonizing body from further debris.

When the nymph dies, the puck cries. He'll be found quietly stroking her hair, even as the cold wind blows over the fallen walls of the Mansion.

Again, an onscreen death for Echo, with her typist's permission, as she is also not coming back.

[not1orthe_other]

Cal managed to escape the falling debris and may run across a man crying over a girl that is nearly dead...

He stays there, unsure of what to do.

But it feels wrong to keep running for some reason.

[rob_fellows]

Robin is lost in sadness, and keeps stroking Echo's hair long after she can no longer feel it.

"She was the sweetest thing," he murmurs, to no-one in particular.

[not1orthe_other]

He's unsure of what exactly to say. But they have to get out of here soon.

"Excuse me?"

Somehow he knows thats the wrong thing to say.

[rob_fellows]

Robin finally takes notice that someone's there, and looks up.

"Her name was Echo. She was a very sweet nymph. The loveliest."

[not1orthe_other]

"You mean THE nymph Echo, from Greek Myth?" Cal questions.

[rob_fellows]

"I do," Robin replies, and just then, the building tremors again.

"... look, we'll probably end up like her if we don't scat, kiddo. This way."

He's quick, he can even do things humans can't do.

And the puck is holding his hand out to Cal, offering his aid in getting out.

[not1orthe_other]

"Ok..." He takes his hand.

[rob_fellows]

With the typist's permission, then...

Robin takes the kid's hand - the house is about to collapse, and if he doesn't do something now, they'll be in deep shit.

It's something of a hop.

Poof.

One moment they're about to get squashed, the other, they're standing in the snow.

And all Robin finds to say is, "Sorry, Echo."

Live kid over dead nymph. Seems fair.

[not1orthe_other]

Sin City reference ftw.

Cal may blink a bit in response at being poofed outside.

"Ok..."

[rob_fellows]

"Sorry kid. It was that or being splat."

Robin smiles, lets go of Cal's hand.

"I'm Robin. You okay?"

[not1orthe_other]

"Yeah.. I'm Cal."

No not that Cal, although he does resemble more younger, cleaner-cut of the Cal you know.

[rob_fellows]

Robin blinks, and instincitively... "No you're not."

[not1orthe_other]

"But I am Cal Stephandies."

He's quite adamant about this.

[rob_fellows]

Ah, another Greek Cal.

".... yeah, okay," Robin replies. "Probably. Sorry. I though you said you were another Cal."

[not1orthe_other]

"There's another Cal besides me?" He asks.