You are dreaming, but it is not your dream. This place is foreign in many ways, but uncomfortably familiar in others. Houses, carts, fences...upturned and shattered across dusty, broken streets. It's a dream, but you can feel the harsh wind tug at your sleeves and disturb the ashes of what were once homes and the strange people therein. You can
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Dis fook'd up.
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A-Are you with the good one?
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What if Joy..? What if... She gathers up her skirts and moves towards where she thinks the voices are coming from.
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"H'lo."
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The dead were unprepared... but it seems they always are. The center of the village, he will do the rites from there.]
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Not all dead I see.
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Your handiwork, then?
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It calls out. ]
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What's the word from the skies, friend?
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The land is twisted for miles out. It is not a friendly place.
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Do you know the region well? I cannot smell the limbs of Falara from this place.
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Surely, he'd know what to do. He always does.
"...P-Pericles?"
No answer. The first time in...well, in ever.
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There's a lot more voices this time than Chiinah remembers. Does that mean people survive? Or is this the Bad One teasing him again? Either way, the new voice sounds as worried and scared as he feels, so he gets up and steps away from his ruined home to find the girl fretting about the yard of a neighbor.
"How come you're here?"
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Stumbling slightly backwards, she waves her arm about just in case, but is startled to see-- To be honest, she's not entirely sure what she's looking at, but it's not something she's used to. It takes her a minute to realize that he's the one who said something.
"Wait. What? Aren't I supposed to be the one asking you that?" Taking another step back she gives her hand another wave in an attempt to look threatening. He looks harmless, but she knows looks can be deceiving.
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"I'm sorry...Nobody's ever here. Nn, an'..."
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