07-13-2017, 05:31 PM
(07-13-2017, 04:24 PM)OdinYggd Wrote:"ყơų Ɩɛɬ ɬɧɛɱ ɖıɛ, ყơų ƈąųʂɛɖ ყơųཞ Ɩơ۷ɛɖ ơŋɛʂ ɖɛąɬɧʂ ąŋɖ ƈơųŋɬƖɛʂʂ ơɬɧɛཞ ıŋŋơƈɛŋɬʂ. ყơų ɱơŋʂɬɛཞ. ცųɬ ƈɛცཞơŋ ƈąŋ ɧɛƖ℘ ყơų ཞɛɖɛɛɱ ყơųཞʂɛƖʄ, ʄơཞ ąƖƖ ơʄ ɬɧɛ ℘ɛơ℘Ɩɛ ყơų ƈąཞɛƖɛʂʂƖყ ɖɛʂɬཞơყɛɖ."(07-13-2017, 03:58 PM)achroma Wrote: "ƈɛცཞơŋ ʄɛɛƖʂ ŋơ ℘ıɬყ ʄơཞ ɬɧɛ ʄơơơƖıʂɧ, ℘ɛཞɧą℘ʂ ƈɛცཞơŋ ʂɧąƖƖ ཞɛɱıŋɖ ყơų ơʄ ყơųཞ ɱıʂɬąƙɛ?"
The shadow serpent hisses. Coiling on the ceiling, its gaze buring into danu. A thick greenish gray fog rolls out from the library, quickly filling the theatre. Inside the cloud is dark, and faint flickers of light dash around, acompanied by displaced and untangable.
"You don't have to. I'm reminded every day, seeing people going about their lives and missing my loved ones. Maybe you're familiar with that pain ƈɛცཞơŋ, you linger here all alone as everyone you've ever cared about moves on and leaves you behind. I'm like the stone that holds a bridge, people count on me to take them to where they belong but then move on without me."
Danu stays near the portal, ready to bail out if things got bad, but for the moment she lingers to see what his intentions are. She's either awful arrogant in her abilities, or not thinking through what could happen here. What has been shown so far is clearly no mere theater ghost.
Voices of friends, family, and all other come from all directions in the mist, voices of anguish, fear, and sarrow. Their faces fade in and out, and the mist becoming thicker more sluggish. Meanwhile on the ceiling, the shadow begins to wind up for a strike, fangs bared, dripping with venom