and it rolls like an avalanche
Who: dontdrinkthe and Open
When: After the sirens, evening of the 26th
Where: The slums
Summary: Curiosity killed the cat. Walking alone.
Warnings: I like monsters and may opt to injure this child-like little immortal.
Six days, six days and five nights, just under a week. It's strange to be back here again, on Earth, strange for one sun and its one moon to rise and set in their steady rhythm. Few planets had a moon quite so large as Earth did, Artemis had learned that, after leaving. He'd learned many things, but nothing that truly set his mind at ease. Nothing that made him feel as if he knew where to turn next. His path has been directed here now, and even he hadn't predicted that...
It's heartbreaking, watching as the world ends every night, listening as the flesh of the planet recalls the terror unleashed by the Core, calls up its beasts and its twisted pangs of misery. Artemis can hear it as he sits awake at night, awake because he fears what his dreams might have to tell him, fears that if he sleeps he will bathe the lodgings in that sickly pink and he will be discovered for what he is. Fears the blind eyes of the faithful, the shrieking of the skeptics, the demands of them all.
Just leave me alone.
He sits alone, on the tin roof of a corrugated shack in the slums, listening to the sirens herald in the ending once again. He remembers the sirens that had been raised when the missiles came. He had raised up a barrier for everyone then, a wall of pink to protect them from destruction. He hadn't been wrong in that, had he? It hadn't been wrong to assure that there would be survivors for that irradiated waste with its cracked and bleeding landscape...
(How different were the mutants that had been left behind from the creatures here? Could he raise up another gleaming wall, protect the Port from its sins?)
Artemis lowers his face into his hands, motionless as the Darkness overtakes and the sirens finally go quiet. He can sense the stirrings all around himself, the rage and the hunger and the sorrow. It wants to kill him. There had been those among his people who had wanted to kill him, he heard their thoughts, saw their faces in his dreams -- (These are not his people. Artemis. Come back.)
There are tears on his cheeks as he pushes himself to his feet. His steps echo on the metal rooftop as he walks to the edge, jumping down into the muddy alleyway. There is death all around him here, a familiar sensation, and he swallows thickly as he walks.
There is no one to bow down to him hear, and he hears laughter hisses from the shadows. Once there had been thousands waiting for him, just to walk where he had walked.
It's better this way.
[[ooc; I always write log openers in prose, but it is more than okay to switch to action!]]
When: After the sirens, evening of the 26th
Where: The slums
Summary: Curiosity killed the cat. Walking alone.
Warnings: I like monsters and may opt to injure this child-like little immortal.
Six days, six days and five nights, just under a week. It's strange to be back here again, on Earth, strange for one sun and its one moon to rise and set in their steady rhythm. Few planets had a moon quite so large as Earth did, Artemis had learned that, after leaving. He'd learned many things, but nothing that truly set his mind at ease. Nothing that made him feel as if he knew where to turn next. His path has been directed here now, and even he hadn't predicted that...
It's heartbreaking, watching as the world ends every night, listening as the flesh of the planet recalls the terror unleashed by the Core, calls up its beasts and its twisted pangs of misery. Artemis can hear it as he sits awake at night, awake because he fears what his dreams might have to tell him, fears that if he sleeps he will bathe the lodgings in that sickly pink and he will be discovered for what he is. Fears the blind eyes of the faithful, the shrieking of the skeptics, the demands of them all.
Just leave me alone.
He sits alone, on the tin roof of a corrugated shack in the slums, listening to the sirens herald in the ending once again. He remembers the sirens that had been raised when the missiles came. He had raised up a barrier for everyone then, a wall of pink to protect them from destruction. He hadn't been wrong in that, had he? It hadn't been wrong to assure that there would be survivors for that irradiated waste with its cracked and bleeding landscape...
(How different were the mutants that had been left behind from the creatures here? Could he raise up another gleaming wall, protect the Port from its sins?)
Artemis lowers his face into his hands, motionless as the Darkness overtakes and the sirens finally go quiet. He can sense the stirrings all around himself, the rage and the hunger and the sorrow. It wants to kill him. There had been those among his people who had wanted to kill him, he heard their thoughts, saw their faces in his dreams -- (These are not his people. Artemis. Come back.)
There are tears on his cheeks as he pushes himself to his feet. His steps echo on the metal rooftop as he walks to the edge, jumping down into the muddy alleyway. There is death all around him here, a familiar sensation, and he swallows thickly as he walks.
There is no one to bow down to him hear, and he hears laughter hisses from the shadows. Once there had been thousands waiting for him, just to walk where he had walked.
It's better this way.
[[ooc; I always write log openers in prose, but it is more than okay to switch to action!]]