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killerwaves) wrote2023-03-03 10:06 pm
killerwaves) wrote2023-03-03 10:06 pm
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There is a moment of silence. That is all there is, following the end one meets, but it is wrong to say that nothing else proceeds afterward. Indeed, upon the deceased opening their eyes, there's a feeling like settling into a body that has not yet crossed over, and an undeniable bright scene in front of them.
Is it heaven? Is it purgatory? These are the questions that may unfurl when faced with a bright, vibrant sky with pleasant colors, and soft clouds. Alongside this pleasing sight are picturesque rivers, running around fields of flowers mixed with lively greenery that seems to extend to distances behind one's comprehension. But, make no mistake—there are large trees dotted here or there, where someone might feel compelled to lie under given how welcoming they look.
Perhaps most striking, however, is the floating tower, that seems currently unreachable no matter how close anyone nears it. Does it need to be blocked off with an invisible shield? Honestly, no. But nobody knows that, and maybe no one will figure it out either, despite how many times they will ask who frequents it...who so happens to be standing outside of it, but also nearby. Huh.
Who's that? Well, that's—
Merlin, Mage of Flowers
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What a shock, isn't it? To see someone like Merlin so soon. Yet, he hardly seems perturbed, as he says, "Oh, so you've come! What a terrible fate you've been met with. But, don't worry, there's plenty of things to keep you occupied with.
What do I mean by that, you ask? I mean yourselves, of course! And, yes, by the way, you're still dead. So sorry about that. If you need anything, though, just call my name and I'll be there."
Beat. "Probably."
Then he disappears helpfully in a flurry of petals, not even saying where this is. Wow, helpful, isn't he? But, you have more than enough time to explore, at least. And hey, where did that random shack come from far off in the distance? If one goes in, they'll find a random bookcase inside, filled to the brim with fairytales that automatically replenishes if all books have been read with new ones. In addition, there's a random 'fan magazine' of the super popular idol Magi☆Mari; a beautiful white-haired young woman with purple eyes. Huh, why does she look familiar?
...Anyway, at least this will all keep one occupied.
As a side note, off to the distance are a a massive gathering of trees, but whenever one tries to approach them they can't seem to actually get close. How obnoxious! Looks like you'll have to just continue to admire your surroundings of pink flowers, one or two solitary trees, rivers, and other flora for miles on end.
As of 'Week 3', there is now an additional, cutesy shed in the Garden of Avalon that can be accessed for arts and crafts materials. Sewing kits, canvasses, painting materials, paper, you name it! There also is a shelf full of lube as well, for your needs. They will have a hint of a flower scent.
As of 'Week 4', the forest is glowing and can at some point be entered for funtimes.
By 'Final Week', there is a small little cottage of some sort that has appeared, which is ridiculously more spacious once walked into. It appears to be like a little free-for-all clothing store, except everything is free of charge. The styles range from cutesy pink, stylish, fancy, and to even towards the gothic side of things...but also there is a spot filled with make-up and the like! Do you want to look pretty in death? No worries, you too can shine here as well with beauty products found along the shelves, and of course mirrors alongside changing rooms for your convenience.
There are also knitting tools, for those wanting to really step up their skills.
Additionally, in this large 'cottage', there are private changing rooms with mirrors and a plush long seat to sit down if you want to for whatever reason. The doors lock once someone is inside and the door is closed.
Lastly, for those feeling 'adventurous', they would also happen to find costumes. Sexy ones, likes nurses, maids, and the like, but also silly 'scary' ones like a t-rex and a sheet ghost.
The forest has also stopped glowing, and upon entering it give you view to a beautiful lake surrounded by trees (sans mist.) The sky is still a fantastical color, and taking a soak at any time is possible.
However, on the other side of the forest, is a field of beautiful blue flowers, and a perpetually midnight sky.
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you know what
maybe he'll just
get up and leave]
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Where do you intend on going, Beelzebub? Unfortunately, we all occupy what little bit of space Monsieur Merlin has afforded us here. You won't get far.
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You still smell disgusting.
[Though the lack of immediate, annoying rebuttals IS a welcome change.]
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[What need is there to fight now? What point could there be? Unlike their previous encounters, Lobelia has nothing to gain from tormenting Beelzebub or invoking his ire. Even so, is this really the same Lobelia that coaxed death from Beelzebub's hands before? Different. Something is different.]
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He stops at that, turning back to look at him cautiously.]
...What happened to you? You're not the same.
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[In Lobelia's eyes, it's pretty straightforward, but he'll do Beelzebub a favor and break it down nice and easy.]
I'm happy, Beelzebub. Satiated. Full. Complet... but that isn't the answer you're looking for, is it? I'm afraid everyone's path to happiness is unique to themselves, and to that end, it matters little to me whether you understand or not.
All that should matter to you is that I have no need of you anymore. You played your rôle quite dutifully, and for that, you have my sincerest thanks. Merci beaucoup! I hope the others are just as pleased to have fallen to your complete lack of self-control.
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I'm not your dog.
If you're done with me, leave me alone. I'm not your parents. If you want praise, go somewhere else.
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Do your ears not work correctly? I need nothing from you, Beelzebub. I took what I needed and nothing more. Consider yourself successful in having pleased someone with your relentless appetite.
[Is he being mean? Undoubtedly, but there's no hint of malice in Lobelia's voice. No pleasure derived from Beelzebub's frustration. It's as Lobelia said: he doesn't need to whittle away at others to sustain himself now.]
You are free to turn on your heel and walk away. No one is forcing you to engage with me, mind you.
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The only thing I think was successful was shutting you up for good. I don't care if it pleased anyone, let alone you.
[He's the avatar of a sin. He is used to being an annoyance, a hindrance, something to be feared or hated, something to be indulged in, something to be useful only for his destruction and consumption. It isn't the first time he's been used, even by his own family. It won't be the last.]
Enjoy your happiness. Just stay away from me.
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[He's turning on his heel now, prepared to leave, but he doesn't leave Beelzebub without a proper answer.]
I don't intend to stay here, nor do I intend to let mon guide rot away in this purgatory when he has work to do yet. You may not care to work together with me, but I urge you not to lessen our chances of escape by poisoning the well, as it were. Your rotten attitude is contagious.
[And with that, leaving more questions than answers, Lobelia strolls away while humming a cheerful tune. Au revoir!]