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Farfarello ([personal profile] rev13_3) wrote in [community profile] thefarshore2017-04-25 04:15 pm

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From: Anonymous
Date: 8 July


When mortals die, they go to heaven. If you believe their religions, they also go to hell, or they are reincarnated.

What do you believe happens to gods and shinki when they die?





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eternalshield: (puzzles)

[personal profile] eternalshield 2017-04-28 09:40 am (UTC)(link)
You don't like the sound of your name?
eternalshield: (got no powers anyway)

[personal profile] eternalshield 2017-05-01 06:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, this way pretty much no one forgets about Zeno!
eternalshield: (yo squirrel)

[personal profile] eternalshield 2017-05-01 06:36 pm (UTC)(link)
What kind of a test...?

[Self-preservation? What's that?]
eternalshield: (they are getting the worst yelp review)

>>> action

[personal profile] eternalshield 2017-05-02 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
That's so far away, isn't there someplace better like the meeting hall?

[...well, he walked right into that one, huh? Or he will, momentarily. Zeno doesn't expect a response and is, in fact, turning his phone off right now. A normal person would ignore this and move on, but Zeno isn't normal, and feels a sort of morbid obligation to see exactly what's going to happen. If something is wrong, someone should have an idea of what, exactly, it is.

He slips out without telling Kaya, and it's not like he announces all of his comings and goings, but there's a pit of guilt twisting in his stomach-- or there would be, if those sorts of pains didn't heal right up.

He approaches the redwood grove casually, but with no hesitation. There's no defensive behaviors, because what good would they do him? The most of his reactions is to look around.]


"Heyyy, for a meeting, you have to show up, too!"
eternalshield: (dream state)

[personal profile] eternalshield 2017-05-03 08:45 am (UTC)(link)
[It's not even that good of a warning; Zeno's reflexes aren't fast enough for him to get beyond "Oh n--" before he screams in pain. Not the first time he's had something sharp pierce his brain stem. His hand fumbles, not sure if he wants to try and yank the weapon out or clutch at the golden dragon pendant swinging and jingling with the impact.

It's a good wound, deep and sticky, and his vision swims and darkens as his brain starts to shut down. Because it's so close to his ears he can hear the wet, squelching sounds of the tissue trying to repair itself, but so far from home, it's slow, and he loses his balance, falling unconscious to the ground.]