descent

[cancrymods]

growing heavy for the vintage

Like flakes of snow, the days spent in the Sloth Layer slowly but surely begin piling up. Life here is quiet and easy, even with the anxiety that comes with needing to move onto the next layer. But as the days drag out, so do the mysteries at play here – with the gradual uncovering of the odd doppelgangers and the seeming lack of any way to proceed to the next layer, it leaves the Executors at a loss for what to do. Until one day, everything changes. It comes entirely without warning – the ground lurches under everyone's feet in a sickeningly familiar way as a brief but violent earthquake rattles through the town. Then all of you feel it; a snapping sensation deep from the very foundations of Purgatory followed by the most cataclysmic impact any of you have experienced in your lives – or unlives. Snow explodes up from the ground, houses creak and lurch and the whole layer seems as though it might shatter apart under your feet. It seems like it's going to last forever. Then, finally, it stops. The silence that follows is even more pronounced in comparison to the hell-rattling noise from before, but as some semblance of calm starts to return, you realize several things. First is how eerily quiet the town is. Surely after all that, you'd hear a Specter or two... but there's nothing. Secondly – a splash of something wet strikes your cheek. Then again. Until it becomes clear that the weather has taken a sudden drastic turn and in place of the gentle snowfall from before, the heavens have opened with a torrential rainfall. Why? Possibly because of the steadily growing heat you suddenly feel burning up through the foundation of the layer and radiating out through the town. Will you investigate?

Comments

[schardynfreude]

Why the terribly long face? I'm starting to get the feeling people aren't happy to see me. [He flashes a grin even so.] You've seen Authority move around before. Hardly so strange.

[Does he acknowledge how strange the circumstances of this particular transfer are? No don't worry about it]

[phantasmagorial]

N–no, that's not–

[ She slowly rises up on shaking legs, sword still firmly planted in the ground. ]

I just... I don't understand... What did even you do to take it?

[schardynfreude]

[He raises a hand, flexing it, watching the movement of each knuckle.]

Which is this, again? Which terrible sin? Aha...it's wrath, is it not?

[He drops the hand, tilts his head at Rei.]

What did I do? I existed, I daresay. In the same space as something that only thought it knew what rage was.

[emberserker]

[Wolfsbane's pupils shrink. She looks up at him, running through the last few months' worth of conversations.]

What you said in Luxuria, about hatred building over time. And you've had a lot of that.

[schardynfreude]

[His gaze slides smoothly to Wolfsbane.] I've also found that knowing? Does not always bring contentment.

[emberserker]

That's what's been on your mind all this time? Your answers? It would certainly explain your odd behaviour.

[says the person with crystal shards that were not here before sticking out of her heart area, like a hypocrite,]

[schardynfreude]

Less stone throwing, I should think, until we are relatively in the clear, yes?

[emberserker]

I'm not -- ugh, fine! Very well.

[She'll charge up another handful of fireballs and fling them at the now ex-Authority.]