FINAL WEEK

[strangerpeople]

FINAL WEEK

[Soon after, many of the figures lay dead. They bodies are splayed all over the stage. The female, however, seems to be gone.

Where did she go? What is she planning? It's unknown. But, soon after the Titled leave the Debate Hall, they are struck with a vivid vision. It is quick, but strong. Another dream, and this time, it is a waking dream.

Another memory. The Depths haven't been cleaned, either. The halls are silent, and no new doors seem to have opened. Yet deep down, you know. The end is near.

Its time to get ready. So, get ready, Titled.

There are seven strangers left.]

Comments

[thiscomicsucks]

[He's trying! This is just weird, imagining Adam in his lap, which would never happen. And...can't happen now, anyways.]

A for effort, I guess.

[bythewaves]

[ The wolf huffs at him, a low amused sound and licks his hand again once, before settling.

He's here, if Linkara wants to talk ]

[thiscomicsucks]

...

[Sigh.]

I believed in Adam. We all did. I mean, hell...I know he wasn't in his right mind, almost none of us were last week.

It still hurts, though. I mean...he wasn't just...fake, you know? He was real and...now he's gone. Him and...others. Leaders. People who are better at leading than me, that's for sure.

[bythewaves]

[ A low, understanding whine, and Maglor presses against his side.

He knows ]