Into the Underworld
WHO: swornoath and we_schmooze
LOCATION: Olympus Coliseum, Underworld
TIME: Now
WHAT: Frog has something he wants to ask the Lord of the Dead, and not even the perils of the Underworld are going to stop him from asking it.
RATING: PG? Potential violence!
The Underworld, Frog decided, was as eerie as Magus' keep or even inside Lavos itself. No sooner had he descended into the place that he was filled with the same unease. He treaded carefully, not knowing what to expect. He'd heard things at the Coliseum; there were stories of a three-headed dog that guarded the realm from trespassers, Heartless, demons, vengeful souls of the dead, and more frightening things. Still, Frog would not be deterred. He had a question, and Hades' presence gave him the opportunity for answers.
Unfortunately, what Frog hadn't heard about was the god's shady reputation. Gripping the hilt of his blade, he cautiously approached one of the great gates that would take him to the Underworld. Then he realised, belatedly, he had no idea how to open it. And supposing he did get through, what would await him there?
Perhaps the Masamune could open a path, as it had before. He drew his sword, and closed his eyes, with a single thought: Stand with me, Cyrus.
LOCATION: Olympus Coliseum, Underworld
TIME: Now
WHAT: Frog has something he wants to ask the Lord of the Dead, and not even the perils of the Underworld are going to stop him from asking it.
RATING: PG? Potential violence!
The Underworld, Frog decided, was as eerie as Magus' keep or even inside Lavos itself. No sooner had he descended into the place that he was filled with the same unease. He treaded carefully, not knowing what to expect. He'd heard things at the Coliseum; there were stories of a three-headed dog that guarded the realm from trespassers, Heartless, demons, vengeful souls of the dead, and more frightening things. Still, Frog would not be deterred. He had a question, and Hades' presence gave him the opportunity for answers.
Unfortunately, what Frog hadn't heard about was the god's shady reputation. Gripping the hilt of his blade, he cautiously approached one of the great gates that would take him to the Underworld. Then he realised, belatedly, he had no idea how to open it. And supposing he did get through, what would await him there?
Perhaps the Masamune could open a path, as it had before. He drew his sword, and closed his eyes, with a single thought: Stand with me, Cyrus.