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Alanna has been in an especially foul mood since she returned from Milliways.
They are all at court now, preparing for the voyage to Carthak. Soon Alanna and Nuamir will be on their way and Adam would return to Olau with the children, but the Lioness can not seem to shake the dark, worried mood she'd brought back from the end of the universe.
After a few hours of this, Adam manages to coax the truth out of her.
"It's ending," she croaks, explaining her conversation with Blodwen.
Adam frowns. "No, it can't be."
"It is."
"It can't," he insists, gesturing wildly in frustration.
Standing, Alanna scowls at her husband and holds out her hand.
---
It takes a strong push to get the door open. Alanna steps through and sucks in a breath, again feeling that sense of wrongness, and waits.
The Antichrist enters the bar for the first time in years, and if what Alanna feels is akin to small magical shocks all over her skin, Adam looks like someone just dropped a hair dryer in his bath.
His mouth drops open.
"WASN'T ME!"
The Antichrist, bringer of the end of times - but not THIS time, and not the LAST time, either, for what it's worth - settles into a dark corner of the bar and orders a Very Large Drink.
[OOC: Am here, but more than a bit rusty, and not sure for how long. Kinda like the bar.]
They are all at court now, preparing for the voyage to Carthak. Soon Alanna and Nuamir will be on their way and Adam would return to Olau with the children, but the Lioness can not seem to shake the dark, worried mood she'd brought back from the end of the universe.
After a few hours of this, Adam manages to coax the truth out of her.
"It's ending," she croaks, explaining her conversation with Blodwen.
Adam frowns. "No, it can't be."
"It is."
"It can't," he insists, gesturing wildly in frustration.
Standing, Alanna scowls at her husband and holds out her hand.
---
It takes a strong push to get the door open. Alanna steps through and sucks in a breath, again feeling that sense of wrongness, and waits.
The Antichrist enters the bar for the first time in years, and if what Alanna feels is akin to small magical shocks all over her skin, Adam looks like someone just dropped a hair dryer in his bath.
His mouth drops open.
"WASN'T ME!"
The Antichrist, bringer of the end of times - but not THIS time, and not the LAST time, either, for what it's worth - settles into a dark corner of the bar and orders a Very Large Drink.
[OOC: Am here, but more than a bit rusty, and not sure for how long. Kinda like the bar.]