[Four.]

[purgatory_voice]

it is getting colder,
isn't it?

blood, mud
and snow
underfoot,
but everything is
clean and white
for now.

it is like anima's hair.[ooc: ohoho hello! No major events to speak of yet plot-wise, although something'll be coming up for a few of Team Dottedlines soon. This is just here because Neffe's now chilling in the Above with you fine people,

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[maiglockchens]

Who's Anima?

[purgatory_voice]

the anima is
someone who tried
to save me once.

[maiglockchens]

Save you?

... what's wrong...?

[purgatory_voice]

there is always
so much to do.

... the worst is over.
for now, nothing is wrong.

lily.
your earliest memories
are of sterility and
white walls and
red blood.

do you
ever think about
those missing memories?
do you
ever think about
what your life could have been?

OOC

[covert_chord]

((S-so can we just commentlog here?))

Re: OOC

[purgatory_voice]

(Yessir! c: )

COMMENTLOG TIME IT IS ...I hope I'm doin it rite

[covert_chord]

[The gate at the clocktower... Allelujah was holding the key in his palm as he made his way through the snow, shivering a little at the cold. He needed to find out what it was, where it lead; a mixture of curiosity and something pulling him there. He noted, however, something else there, sitting around. Not recognizing it yet.]

...ah. Hello....?

You're doin' it fine, bb! c:

[purgatory_voice]

[It was bound to be the clocktower. Whether by its noticable placement at the crossroads of all other paths within the city, or for its significance the last time Neffe tried to destroy everything, there was something oddly appropriate and satisfying, he felt, about sitting there.

He couldn't have been there for terribly long before Allelujah arrived at the gate, but he looked comfortable enough to have always been part of the scenery; already he was dusted with a fine layer of snow, but the cold didn't seem to touch him.

On the sound of Allelujah's voice his head raised lethargically out of the swaddling clothes around his neck, and he turned to look in his direction. His eyes were blind and fixed on some direction past him.]

you came so soon. i had
not been expecting you, yet.

[Of course. There was something more at work, again - but what it was, Neffe didn't know, and that was no good. If he didn't know, then it meant something thing was being kept a secret, and if the city was keeping secrets from him

[galacticboss]

....

The voice from below.

[purgatory_voice]

yes.

this is not the new
world you were hoping for,
is it?

[galacticboss]

No. This is a petty world, ruled by petty gods. Worse than human. They too are ruled by emotion. Pathetic, weak, and worthless deities who have constructed an unstable and worthless realm. There is still strife here! Conflict, strife ... all of it should be removed.

[hrlsoldier]

Mao's hair is this color, too. ... mine is close, but not quite. I think I like the cold.

[purgatory_voice]

the cold
must feel familiar
to someone with
such an affinity for
space.

[hrlsoldier]

...maybe that is it. It seems quieter, too. Maybe the cold muffles sound?

[embracingly]

The snow's a nice excuse to take your mind off things.

[purgatory_voice]

hello, graham.

it can be.
what sort of things
are you trying to
take your mind off of?

[embracingly]

Hello... actually, I don't think I caught your name.

Just some things I left back home.