The Last Man On Earth [Closed]
Characters: Linkara and Eraqus
Time: The end of the disappearances
Location: The center of the city i.e. the ruined Chicago Cultural Center
Content: About time these two had a conversation, huh.
Format: Prose
Warnings: Not really?
The city was silent.
Well, no, not really - the rather loud noises of buildings collapsing into rubble was definitely still there. What was creepy about it was that there were no human sounds - nobody running or yelling or anything. Trees were falling in the forest, and they were sure as hell loud, but there wasn't anyone there to see it.
Except him. He'd found the ruined Chicago Cultural Center at the center of the city, found a relatively unmarred bench, and found a local comic book shop on the way - timing, go figure - so he sat and read an issue of Teen Titans he'd read a thousand times before. His mind wasn't on it anyway.
Just about everyone - if not everyone - was gone. He'd seen Harvey Finevoice and Ninja-Style Dancer and Vin disappear on the network. Franky and Jenn were big and loud enough to have made their presence heard over all the hubbub, if they'd still been here - they were impossible to miss. Terra and Aqua would have been trying to do something, or at least stayed together. But none of that was happening. He was pretty sure everyone he knew was gone.
Well, no, not everyone. He'd run across Judas Liz on the way here, and from the looks of things, she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. Or ever.
He'd heard people complain of heat or cold right before they disappeared, and he'd seen some idiot on the network boasting about making a deal with Titania, so the fey had to be involved somehow, along with Morgan. Whether they were working with or against here - or whether they gave a damn either way - remained to be seen.
But there was nothing he could do about that at the moment. Right now, all he could do was make sure the magic gun and the Morpher were close at hand - which they were - and that Razor Wit would still come to his hand - which it did - and be ready to fight when the time came.
He was pretty sure it'd come soon, anyway. Might as well read until then.
Time: The end of the disappearances
Location: The center of the city i.e. the ruined Chicago Cultural Center
Content: About time these two had a conversation, huh.
Format: Prose
Warnings: Not really?
The city was silent.
Well, no, not really - the rather loud noises of buildings collapsing into rubble was definitely still there. What was creepy about it was that there were no human sounds - nobody running or yelling or anything. Trees were falling in the forest, and they were sure as hell loud, but there wasn't anyone there to see it.
Except him. He'd found the ruined Chicago Cultural Center at the center of the city, found a relatively unmarred bench, and found a local comic book shop on the way - timing, go figure - so he sat and read an issue of Teen Titans he'd read a thousand times before. His mind wasn't on it anyway.
Just about everyone - if not everyone - was gone. He'd seen Harvey Finevoice and Ninja-Style Dancer and Vin disappear on the network. Franky and Jenn were big and loud enough to have made their presence heard over all the hubbub, if they'd still been here - they were impossible to miss. Terra and Aqua would have been trying to do something, or at least stayed together. But none of that was happening. He was pretty sure everyone he knew was gone.
Well, no, not everyone. He'd run across Judas Liz on the way here, and from the looks of things, she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. Or ever.
He'd heard people complain of heat or cold right before they disappeared, and he'd seen some idiot on the network boasting about making a deal with Titania, so the fey had to be involved somehow, along with Morgan. Whether they were working with or against here - or whether they gave a damn either way - remained to be seen.
But there was nothing he could do about that at the moment. Right now, all he could do was make sure the magic gun and the Morpher were close at hand - which they were - and that Razor Wit would still come to his hand - which it did - and be ready to fight when the time came.
He was pretty sure it'd come soon, anyway. Might as well read until then.