Endgame: This Broken Jaw of Our Lost Kingdoms; Part Two

[animusmods]

Characters: open
Setting: travelling through dead worlds
Format: any
Summary: The power has gone out, but a portal opens. Maybe all is not lost if you can gather up those who are missing...
Warnings: general animus endgame warnings

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[bloodyashes]

"It's probably near where you first woke up."

That said, the oasis is closest, so Asch is going to turn in that direction, although he'll wait for the others before actually heading that way.

[sageprincess]

... Right. She has no idea where any of those places are. She'll nod though, deferring judgment to those native to this world (or one close to it) and following Asch's lead. For once.

[fragileprophet]

Ion, of course, knows the territory fairly well, too. That said, he leaves the leading to Asch and instead turns his company and his smile to Zelda. It's a bit harder to tell due to the expressive restrictions of the wireframe, but it's a bit more sympathetic.

"I'm sorry you had to come here under such circumstances," he says. "Auldrant...it really was beautiful." Even if they restored the worlds...it was fully probable that none of them would have this same chance again. The dead version of these worlds would likely be the only memory that any of them would be able to keep once things were said and done.

Sorry for latetag

[ambassadorasshat]

"Somewhere in the sand," he supplies, slightly belligerently since it's Asch that said it. He follows as well, walking slightly behind and beside Asch so he can talk at him.

"How many worlds have you been to?"

no biggie

[bloodyashes]

Hey, at least he's answering your question, Luke.

"This is our second," a wave of his hand, to indicate that 'our' is him and Zelda but not Ion and Anise, "but we got separated from the group we were with before coming here, so I'd assume there's quite a few more. Probably everyone who wasn't in the cells is stuck in one."

[sageprincess]

Zelda turns her attention to Ion as well as the redheads talk, a sad smile of her own on the ghostly image of her face within her indigo wireframe. She'll also finally drop her hand from her face, having seen that despite appearances, the miasma doesn't seem to be negatively impacting them.

"I am certain it was, and shall be again," she agrees, that optimistic rhetoric apparently still going strong despite the bleakness of the situation at large. Perhaps she's saying it for herself as well. "I do wish I could see it, but... I can content myself with the people I have met."

If there is one good thing to say about the Tower at all...