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puǝsuʍoʇ ʞɔɐɾ ([personal profile] stations) wrote in [community profile] abraxaslogs2024-09-03 02:33 pm

Bᴀʙʏ, ᴡʜʏ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀ? (closed)

Who: Jack Townsend & Friends
When: September
Where: Thorne; Nocwhich; Horizon
What: a monthly catch-all
Warnings: canon-typical trauma, mental issues, amputation, drug & alcohol use possible.


Rᴇᴅ ᴡɪɴᴇ sᴜᴘᴇʀɴᴏᴠᴀ, ғᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ
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castle thorne.

[personal profile] ushiri 2024-09-03 07:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Kahlil had returned from his short excursion to the Badlands some days ago with only a few cuts and scrapes to show for his battle with those many-headed beasts. Even so, he has had enough of monsters for at least a few weeks - Parfir willing. Whatever happened in Borrel that same day, he's almost glad to have missed.

He's been subdued since then, still going about his usual routines, but often turned inward. Learning more about this world has only brought more questions. Some of them snake like vines in the foundation he's built to secure himself, his place. He does not want more signs from the Heralds, or any other gods of this world. He needs a sign from Parfir. The night before, he had slipped into Horizon, following that strengthening thread to the Singularity within - focusing on the part that he knows to be John. But, the living stone doesn't offer him signs, and after spending too long (longer than he knows he should) with it's ghostly touch, he departs and goes to sleep.

He dreams of a long road, lit by fires. The ground beneath him shakes -

- he awakens, because his bed abruptly bucks him like a wild bull, and he's tossed onto the floor with a resounding thud. ]