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[killerwaves]

GARDEN OF AVALON


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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.

Comments

[stilllovesyou]

The poet?

[The monster wearing Nona's stolen skin seems pacified enough to stop, for just a moment.]

You persist?

[immortalpoet]

But of course. I always do.

[A long pause, his eyebrows furrowed. Thinking.]

How should I address you now...?

[stilllovesyou]

My 'husband' called me Annabelle Lee. He likes to rename things, so that he can claim them.

My name is and always has been Ặ̴̀l̷̨͈̲̔̔e̸̤͚̔ĉ̴̨͗̾t̸̞̯́̀o̶̙͑.

I remember who I am now, poet.

[There's two people who would truly understand what that means... well, three now counting the Necromancer, but Vergilius is still one of them.]

[immortalpoet]

I see.

[So it came to pass with her death...]

Alecto. It's nice to meet you, even if it isn't in the way either of us intended, I suppose.

[stilllovesyou]

You may thank the necromancer, and the birds. It is the birds' fault that I remember. It is the necromancer's fault that I am here.

Is this your dream, poet? What is this place?

[immortalpoet]

Mm. The necromancer that was a part of you? Or someone else? The birds...

[Can he even unwrap that part....]

No, it isn't. It's the dream of the wizard. He bound our souls here, somehow.

[stilllovesyou]

They are all apart of me. She understood.

Waltaquin. She killed Anas - Harrowhark's flesh. Nona's flesh. Mine.

The birds. The raptor. The Pokemon. The ones who work for the bourgeoise.

[She remembers what Pokemon are now.]

[immortalpoet]

Waltaquin...?

[He frowns at that.]

She always has been a troubled fool. [WHY GO AFTER NONA WTF!!!!] Either way, this place is a safe haven away from those birdbrains.

[stilllovesyou]

She saw me.

[In a way nobody else really did. Maybe that's why.]

I was dying. She did my... Nona's hair. We asked her to, even though she had come to kill. And then I remembered, in the pollen, and we both saw what we truly were.

It is good that it's safe. It will make it easier to kill them.

[immortalpoet]

[....]

Was it her right to kill you, even after remembrance?

[And a nod at that. He supports murder.]

Of course. Hopefully we can make that happen.

[stilllovesyou]

I would have killed her, had she not.

There is no right to kill. That is a disgusting falsehood. Killing just is. A wolf does not ask a rabbit before it sinks it's fangs in it's flesh.

That does not mean I will forgive.

[Though she's not sure what she can't forgive. That she participated in the game? That she made her remember? That she planned to kill Nona regardless of Nona dying? But she can't forgive. She doesn't know how.]

[immortalpoet]

Good.

[Because it makes something in him hurt to think of someone like Nona just taking it, taking her fate, and letting it happen.]

I don't know a lot about forgiveness myself. But moving forward despite everything is...what should pave the path in front of you, Alecto.

[stilllovesyou]

...I do not understand.

I can't move on. I cannot move past go.

[immortalpoet]

And why is that? What is stopping you?

[stilllovesyou]

Because I am a revenant, poet.

[immortalpoet]

And what, revenants are to stand on the sidelines and act as the dead they are? For a corpse, you're more lively than most of the bodies I have met.

[stilllovesyou]

Revenants are to seek and destroy that which created them. Revenants are to repeat the day they were created until they are destroyed. Revenants do not move on. I am not a corpse. This is not my body. My body is an empty blue thing, left to gather dust by that which destroyed it.

The universe will move on without me. The only thing to move toward is vengeance.