That was when I ruled the world [OPEN!]
WHO: Twenty/Zikhadhara and those who wish to confront him.
WHAT: The Death of the Godking, once and for all, one way or another.
WHERE: The Skeleton Field
WHEN: Day 310, a little while after sunset to start [[Saturday January 31]], wrap-up deadline Saturday February 7th, OOC wrap-up on February 8th
( Having run into the jungle and gotten decidedly lost, Twenty now found himself going back near the city he vaguely remembered... )
WHAT: The Death of the Godking, once and for all, one way or another.
WHERE: The Skeleton Field
WHEN: Day 310, a little while after sunset to start [[Saturday January 31]], wrap-up deadline Saturday February 7th, OOC wrap-up on February 8th
( Having run into the jungle and gotten decidedly lost, Twenty now found himself going back near the city he vaguely remembered... )
Vastly different from Edensphere's current cold winter that forced him to wear no less than three layers, Rivelata was a paradise of warmth and splendor. By the time he'd finished nearly an hour of aimless wandering by foot - for his teleportation spell seemed to disallow anything more than a jump of a few yards - he had feeling in his fingers and toes again, and even wiggled them for good measure to nothing in particular. Not only that, but he'd come across a most fascinating sight at the bottom of a valley...
Skeletons. Unfortunately, there were far too many to try and squirrel home for his "Project", but whatever he could carry might be sufficient to bring about the results he finally wanted. The fugue that plagued his mind found comfort in the idea of building something marvelous... building a person. How he would manage to do it he'd probably never know, but what was science without a little trial-and-error? He'd just take a few, perhaps.
After a little maneuvering, sliding, and a brushing of dirt from his slacks, his weight was supported by a pile of skeletons. A crack or two emitted from beneath him, but he didn't look downward to see what he'd stepped on, for he could swear he spotted a familiar shape in the distance.
While he was never one to hold a grudge, this was the individual that slipped into his mind one night and decided to play little games. Twenty saw far too much; he couldn't possibly let him live. Despite the bones cracking beneath his feet, he began to approach.
He was such a naughty little student...
...And that grin slowly formed. His heart raced in excitement at the idea of the lack of witnesses, but did it truly matter who saw?
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