Arms Hotel, Room 204, Tuesday Night
Tim was taking advantage of the temporary peace and safety to get some quality brooding done. Portalocity had confirmed that his world was gone. For the moment his version of Faery was still intact, but his world, everyone he knew and loved there, were gone.
T'ing, Neil, Eleziane, Faust, Hobson...his mother. All gone in the blink of an eye before he even knew what had happened. Yang had been in the middle of trying to answer the question "if you don't have a descendant how can you be an ancestral spirit" when he too had disappeared. And don't ask how a ghost was able to use a cell phone.
The last time Tim remembered crying was when Baba Yaga had put his mother under the old, Hundred Year Sleep spell. This? This was a thousand times worse. So bad that he couldn't even process it enough to cry. He was just numb.
[Open for Gwynn or Eve if they're of a mind to.]
T'ing, Neil, Eleziane, Faust, Hobson...his mother. All gone in the blink of an eye before he even knew what had happened. Yang had been in the middle of trying to answer the question "if you don't have a descendant how can you be an ancestral spirit" when he too had disappeared. And don't ask how a ghost was able to use a cell phone.
The last time Tim remembered crying was when Baba Yaga had put his mother under the old, Hundred Year Sleep spell. This? This was a thousand times worse. So bad that he couldn't even process it enough to cry. He was just numb.
[Open for Gwynn or Eve if they're of a mind to.]