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[Voice Post]
((A rushing comes across the sky (and across the Network), dark blue and falling fast. Wings askew, trailing, falling much farther than the faller knew he should fall, but in blackness now, unaware: falling angel, but not fallen, straight down onto Misery Square.
There. Minds that move swifter than winds, faster than falling, the mockery of his guilt to fall. There. Stone and contact, collapse and still more blood, but breath as there was life, and a body still.
After a long and sickening moment, noise, breath, life, but barely. The eye unclouded by blood opens, spins around the square and stares... It takes him a moment to find the word for what he sees...))
A carousel--?
((Breathing as though conscious of breath and need therefore))
This...
This is not the tower.
No, this isn't Heaven at all...or Assiah... ... Or Hell...
((A long pause, a shuddering gasp))
But Lord Rosiel--
--is here.
((scraping, dragging, never mind the crackle of bone))
I must go to him.
Lord Rosiel, can you hear me calling? I will never be mistaken again. I am coming back to you.
((Scraping and dragging... A pause for breath... Scraping and dragging resume... And this continues...
[//voice post ends]
[ooc: Welcome to the City, Katan. Action or voice (thanks to the device in his pocket), as you please, but don't expect all that much out of him as yet. That was something like 180 lbs of cherub at terminal velocity... Not dead yet!]
((A rushing comes across the sky (and across the Network), dark blue and falling fast. Wings askew, trailing, falling much farther than the faller knew he should fall, but in blackness now, unaware: falling angel, but not fallen, straight down onto Misery Square.
There. Minds that move swifter than winds, faster than falling, the mockery of his guilt to fall. There. Stone and contact, collapse and still more blood, but breath as there was life, and a body still.
After a long and sickening moment, noise, breath, life, but barely. The eye unclouded by blood opens, spins around the square and stares... It takes him a moment to find the word for what he sees...))
A carousel--?
((Breathing as though conscious of breath and need therefore))
This...
This is not the tower.
No, this isn't Heaven at all...or Assiah... ... Or Hell...
((A long pause, a shuddering gasp))
But Lord Rosiel--
--is here.
((scraping, dragging, never mind the crackle of bone))
I must go to him.
Lord Rosiel, can you hear me calling? I will never be mistaken again. I am coming back to you.
((Scraping and dragging... A pause for breath... Scraping and dragging resume... And this continues...
[//voice post ends]
[ooc: Welcome to the City, Katan. Action or voice (thanks to the device in his pocket), as you please, but don't expect all that much out of him as yet. That was something like 180 lbs of cherub at terminal velocity... Not dead yet!]