seven.

[mea_dulcissima]

Steady and stable. And safe, most of all. But still walking on loose floorboards, I see.

It's not over yet, Phineas. But for now, you sleep. You dream. And I hope you dream not of darkness, but of the sweet and sweeter days that I can no longer recall.

(ooc: Next event is go)

Comments

[not_riku_thx]

Loose floorboards, huh?

There was a time in Discedo, before the darkness...that you can't remember?

[mea_dulcissima]

Not the same as your darkness.

But a darkness of the memory, so to speak.

[not_riku_thx]

You can't remember, what it was like before?

[mea_dulcissima]

It's been a very long time since I've thought about it. I can't seem to remember it anymore.

[obsesivo]

First the other one's message, now this. Things certainly are getting interesting.

[mea_dulcissima]

So it seems.

[VOICE]

[deathgoggles]

...

What the fuck? What d'ya mean s'not over??

[mea_dulcissima]

That something has not ended yet, of course. Much like this rain.

[darkvonkarma]

Hmm.

And what may we call you?

[mea_dulcissima]

To you, it is only "Lolita", Ms. Von Karma.

[darkvonkarma]

....Hmm. A pleasure, I suppose.

...Do you know anything about these...monsters that just came from the sewers?

[favillesco]

Can you really not remember, sweet one? Though years seem shorter for an old man like me.

[mea_dulcissima]

Shorter, but more plentiful for you, Phineas. And more sweet. Where as I have less and less years to count with my fingers and my toes, and my mind doesn't seem to fancy the thought of them, so long and cold.