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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

[conchy]

Très bien! Si cruel! That smile looks good on you, so I'll forgive your inconsiderate words.

[immortalpoet]

Heh.

[Yeah, he's smiling.]

You say that like it'll stop me from being inconsiderate. Guess I have to keep it up.

[conchy]

Being needlessly cruel is how you defend yourself, isn't it? I wouldn't dream of lowering your defenses any more than I already have.

[Except he can and he will. There is nothing and nowhere Vergilius can hide from him.]

[immortalpoet]

[hey. HEY]

Who said anything about defending myself?

[conchy]

Oh, there's no need to say a thing! It's quite clear that you've erected many a barrier between yourself and others. The more one has to lose, the more walls they build around their heart.

[Was being mean to him really worth it, Vergilius? Now you're being psychoanalyzed and picked apart like usual.]

That's what made you such a cible tentante in the first place. You might not have caught my eye otherwise! Haha!

[immortalpoet]

Where are we at, a party, or a therapist's office? Are you going to be that in addition to the chef thing? I won't increase your non-existent salary.

[conchy]

[Does Vergilius think Lobelia feels any shame over being a jobless hermit? If he does, he's in for a nasty surprise.]

Your sense of humor never fails to amuse, Vergilius! Your salary is more than enough for us both, I'm sure.

[DO NOT EXPECT HIM TO LIFT A FUCKING FINGER.]

[immortalpoet]

Oh, you think I'm going to pay for you?

[:)]

[conchy]

Hm? Évidemment. But if you prefer, I can carve out a living in the manner I'm accustomed to.

[Are you really going to cut him lose to commit atrocities all over The City, Vergilius? Perhaps there's no better place for someone like Lobelia, but still. He will never break his promise to commit no further harm to others unless Vergilius severs their agreement himself, so someone's going to have to pay the bills.]

[immortalpoet]

I think you could get a desk job in a Wing. You'd look nice typing away briefs and whatnot behind a desk.

[no killing involved :)]

[conchy]

[Lobelia hears "desk job" and immediately disregards every other word that comes out of Vergilius' mouth... Well, nearly every word.]

Quoi? You say I would look good in briefs?

[hey, what the fuck is typing anyway]

[immortalpoet]

Law. Law briefs. Get your mind out of the gutter.

[conchy]

I've not heard of those! You'll have to model a pair for me some time.

[Face it, Verg. You're not getting this man a job unless that job is blowing heads off.]

[immortalpoet]

[EXASPERATED SIGH WHY DOES HE TAKE YOU ANYWHERE]

Guess I could find a spot for you at Limbus Company.

[conchy]

[The word "company" doesn't inspire much faith in Lobelia, but he's been part of an organized group before. Sure, few of the Evokers knew each other and fewer saw eye to, eye, but...]

Oh? And what might that be?

[immortalpoet]

Company I work for, currently. You'd probably get along with that group of ignorant rascals.

[conchy]

Hm! If you approve of them, then perhaps so. I do enjoy good company, but alas, good company is so hard to find...

[But he can trust Vergilius' word like he trusts no one else's. If he says he'd work well with such a group, doesn't Lobelia owe it to him to try?]

Still, any group I would meld well with hardly seems like an appropriate fit for you.

[immortalpoet]

Oh, of course. You can imagine the misery I'm in on a regular basis.

[conchy]

Easily! You would feel much more at home where I come from, I'd imagine.

[Clear blue skies, the freedom to travel anywhere and be whoever you want. Sure, the Primals fight sometimes and make quite a scene when they do, but no place is without its flaws. More importantly...]

...And I'm certain les enfants would be quite happy there as well. All children deserve a peaceful, happy childhood, non?

[immortalpoet]

...

[His fingers curl as he glances away.]

Is it really not that dangerous where you come from? You're there, after all.

[conchy]

No place is without its risks, but from what you've told me of The City, no child should ever have to dwell there.

[Besides, there are serial killers everywhere. Lobelia is certainly not a product of his environment, loved as he was. Some men are simply damned from the start.]

Bonheur et chagrin, joie et souffrance... I doubt there is any land free of these things. Still, it is better to take a risk and pursue paradise than remain eternally in bedlam.

[immortalpoet]

No. They shouldn't.

[He's firm on that.]

.......I don't know. Regardless, a certain someone...or two certain someones have to be restored. Until that is done, I'll have to do my work in the City.

[conchy]

[No complaints on Lobelia's end. Vergilius is too enmeshed in his circumstances to be effortlessly disentangled from them, but with that said...]

...How can I assist?

[It's been clear to Lobelia for some time now that Vergilius does not belong in the City. The sooner he can free him from it, the better.]

[immortalpoet]

[For anyone he wouldn't answer. Limbus Company and their role is theirs, and theirs alone. The fewer people to get in their way, the better.]

[Lobelia is not just anyone.]

...A certain woman says she can restore them back to their proper state. We have to collect the Golden Boughs of L Corp. When we get enough, it can happen.

[conchy]

Je vois! Then consider it done.

[Lobelia doesn't need to know the particulars or the challenges ahead to commit himself to the task. Simply put, it doesn't matter how rough the going gets so long as the job gets finished.]

Vous avez ma promesse. Just promise you won't restrain me too much, hm?

[Harming Vergilius' enemies is fair game, surely.]