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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]

[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.]

[immortalpoet]

...

[The smallest of smiles.]

If you restrained yourself, I'd fire you the first day personally.

[conchy]

[Lobelia's smile is not nearly so reserved, all teeth.]

Heheh! You're a tough boss, but I assure you I won't fail to meet expectations. I've been growing rather restless these past few weeks, you know.

[Lobelia has improved, yes, but some habits die hard.]

[immortalpoet]

That sounds like you. But the City will welcome you with open arms. You'll even get to fight off some fearsome monsters. Even worse than what you threw at me with that world of yours.

[conchy]

Aha! In so many words, I'll never go bored... and with you paying the bills, [never letting this go, lobelia will spend his entire paycheck on expensive seafood] this will make for a fine life! Très bien! I can hardly wait. It's only a shame I no longer have the Tower at my side.

[immortalpoet]

Can you stop with the bills. I will literally leave you dry.

[GET YOUR OWN CASH, BINCH]

Mm, it really is gone for good? No takebacks?

[conchy]

Will you now...? S'il vous plaît, ne soyez pas obscène!

[Because that's totally what Vergilius meant. Anyway,]

Hm... Had my powers not been restrained, I may have managed to keep my pact with the Tower intact through a little trickery. However, those maudits oiseaux destroyed it! The Tower is fini!

[But not everything in this place is as it seems. Lobelia taps the blood red pendant around his neck.]

Though I can no longer sense the Tower's presence, the proof of our pact still remains. Peculiar, but perhaps there is a reason?

[immortalpoet]

[CAN YOU STOP BEING OBSCENE YOURSELF, SIR]

That thing? [He's eyeing it with his own vivid red eyes. They match!] Maybe it decided to stick around in some fashion. Took pity on you. Or it really just wants you to die. Either way.

[conchy]

[Twinsies! Vergilius' theories have Lobelia laughing, but he's really not wrong.]

The Tower exists solely to wreak destruction! This pendant is proof that we have not seen the last of it. Until its mission is complete, it will dutifully carry on as it always has whether it is bonded to me or someone else.

[But still...]

...I do believe it owes les oiseaux a service. Ultimately, it was those two who interrupted its duty. Should it return to me, I fully intend to let it rend them limb from limb! Mmm! Let them suffer as they've made us all suffer! Justice poétique!

[immortalpoet]

I suppose its like something that can't die for good...

[Honestly, it reminds him of an Abnormality. Even has its "gifts"...]

Guess we have to kill them to get it back to you. Then you can have all the fun you want.

[conchy]

[You're really speaking his language here, Vergie Verg. Lobelia sharply nods.]

C'est un rendez-vous. I can think of no finer bonding exercise than tearing our captives apart. Can you?

[immortalpoet]

Honestly, it's better than the cooking idea.

[wow]

[conchy]

In this case, I'll have to agree. What sort of belle musique will we make together as we tear them to pieces, mon amour?

[So much for trying not to get wound up. Lobelia sighs, snatching the kebab from Vergilius' idling hand and biting off another piece of meat. All this talk of murder is making him hungry.]

[immortalpoet]

I'm not really a music person. I suppose I'll leave that answer up to you.

[....wow, hungry for his meat, huh]

Looks like someone can't help themselves.

[conchy]

Hm? Moi?

[He just gets a little excited about murder! He just wants to hear some bodies explode!! Is that such a bad thing?]

Ah, that's right! You've yet to sample this one yourself. Ici. Take a bite.

[do it... bite his meat...............]

[immortalpoet]

[why does he hang out with you, again]

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[Okay, fine. He's leaning in to snatch a piece of the kabob right off the stick. Nom.]

[conchy]

[You know why, old man. Lobelia obediently holds the stick out for him and tips his head to one side, watching his expression to try and gauge his reaction.]

Well? Is it to your liking?

[immortalpoet]

.....Mm.

[He swallows.]

It's good. Reminds me of the stuff I got from K Corp.

[conchy]

[so he swallows, huh]

I've not eaten meat in such a fashion before, but it seems simple enough to replicate. Still, I can't help but think it would be improved with some grilled légumes.

[immortalpoet]

[you already know the answer to that milky]

........Beans?

[?????]

[conchy]

[...Blinks.]

Beans? [???????????] For what reason would you put beans on a kebab?

[immortalpoet]

Aren't those what legumes are?

[LOST IN TRANSLATION]

[conchy]

[...Ah. Lobelia snorts, bringing a hand to his mouth to stifle his laughter.]

Vegetables, my dear. Légumes means vegetables... but beans are vegetables too, I suppose.