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[ he'll walk slowly and carefully, after his experience with the stairs. Is the sword still providing warmth? If so, he'll hold it tightly to him.
Even if it's silent and apparently abanndoned, he won't let that stop him from calling out— in case there is another here, in the cold and the darkness just as he is. ]
What on earth has transpired here? If there is anyone else here, answer me!
[ he does his best to sound authoritative, despite the cold and the eeriness. ]
[ Honestly, then, he won't stop speaking. If his voice is his only company, then it is far better than no company at all.
He attempts to make for the room he had dinner in earlier— where he saw the vision of a younger Sol at dinner, and he ate with the rest of the church's inhabitants— retracing his steps through the church to see what has changed there. ]
Fine, if answers are not provided then I shall seek them myself!
[There are no traces of food to be seen anywhere-- and of course, no people. But not everything is in its place. It all looks as if the people Shu knew had to run away from there, or had suddenly vanished from existence.
The corridor looks the same as well. No people, no changes. Answers don't seem to be forthcoming.]
[ It's just as well that he's never particularly interested in food.
The state of the table is concerning-- he'll check the children's room, and if nothing is there, the room he was put up with. There was a window there, he recalls. He may be able to see the outside world, and if it has been likewise buried in winter. ]
Tch, tch, tch! To think this place has come to this— ah, the world is truly cruel!
[The children's room is also empty, there are some toys outside of their chests but they look like they're trapped in ice. Hopefully they weren't important to anyone, because they sure look like they're getting ruined like this.
Shu's room is less cold, and the bed seems like it can be used, maybe??? The window shows a very white world out there, apparently devoid of people. There are some steps in the snow, though. They seem recent, and were made by just one pair of feet.]
[ His head hangs, resting against the window with a dull thud when the wave of hopelessness hits him. Unfortunately, despair and a sense of powerlessness are his elemental weaknesses. His mental processing of the situation ceases, abruptly hitting a mental wall.
He. Should probably move his hand, but he needs a minute to get over the stutter in his system. To find some rage or spite to motivate him to move again and let go of the window. If he were someone else, common-sense might have a hand in it, but no. ]
Despair is natural. After all, what can you possibly do? Your childhood, your happy life, when you had everything, is over... and now you have nothing. Law is absolute. You can do nothing to change the way things are. Even if you give it your all, even if you sacrifice everyone else to achieve your objective, it may not be enough...
Not only your hand is cold; your arm is cold now too. There is no ice yet, and you can still move them, but this is definitely not normal.
However... the cold helps. Somehow. It dulls these feelings a little.
[ The feelings wash over him, extending from his chilling hand up through his body as though the despair were a physical malady taking hold of him. He watches himself stand there, unmoving.
And then, he watches himself stop.
And try to slam his hand through the window.
He has no intention of sacrificing everyone else to reach his objective. If he has lost everything, then there is no harm in losing himself— dirtied as he is; broken as he is; he might sink into the mud and be forgotten. But he will not be forgotten here, when there are footsteps out there. He had found a resolve, had he not, in his memories? To, even as he is, not stop until he had reached the point he had tried everything.
He hasn't abused his body to breaking yet. He has to do at least that much, before he stops. Then, they can look at his shattered corpse and regret their actions, that they would bring him so low. He has no idea who "they" is, but the spite is a warm ember through the cold. ]
[This heart would love to enforce common sense more strongly, but you know who else jumped out the window every time? Sol's best friend Kirito. So this heart disapproves of, but still accepts, this behavior as something Some People do.
Shu lands safely! And he also manages not to slip when he lands even though everything is covered in snow. Amazing...!!
It's very cold out here, though. Cold enough that just being outside hurts.
[The steps seem to lead outside the village! There is no one around, and no other steps to follow. It's completely silent except for the wind. Rulid village is now a ghost town.]
[There is no response buuuut if he looks up when he crosses the bridge leading out of the village, he should be able to see the top of the Tree of Life from here, and how it's becoming frozen. This is happening in real time-- ice is unnaturally spreading over the branches Shu willed into existence, trapping them in.]
[When he gets there, Sol is wearing full armor and sheathing a blue sword. Everything in sight is covered in ice. If he's seen or heard Shu, he's not acknowledging his presence. In fact, he turns his back to him, ready to go deeper into the woods.]
[ Shu's skill at reading others is poor enough, his relief at seeing Sol is enough, that he fails to register that lack of recognition. The uncertainty on his own part vanishes when Sol turns to look at him. ]
So it is you! I was certain that this place, connected to you as it is, would have spared you through this awful winter! But you shouldn't be out here. Come, let us take shelter now that we have reunited!
[ He advances, making to grab for Sol's wrist with his gloved hand. ]
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Even if it's silent and apparently abanndoned, he won't let that stop him from calling out— in case there is another here, in the cold and the darkness just as he is. ]
What on earth has transpired here? If there is anyone else here, answer me!
[ he does his best to sound authoritative, despite the cold and the eeriness. ]
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No one answers, and the only sound he can hear is the sound of his own voice.]
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He attempts to make for the room he had dinner in earlier— where he saw the vision of a younger Sol at dinner, and he ate with the rest of the church's inhabitants— retracing his steps through the church to see what has changed there. ]
Fine, if answers are not provided then I shall seek them myself!
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The corridor looks the same as well. No people, no changes. Answers don't seem to be forthcoming.]
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The state of the table is concerning-- he'll check the children's room, and if nothing is there, the room he was put up with. There was a window there, he recalls. He may be able to see the outside world, and if it has been likewise buried in winter. ]
Tch, tch, tch! To think this place has come to this— ah, the world is truly cruel!
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Shu's room is less cold, and the bed seems like it can be used, maybe??? The window shows a very white world out there, apparently devoid of people. There are some steps in the snow, though. They seem recent, and were made by just one pair of feet.]
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. . . shu is going to jump out the window immediately, is there something I need to roll for that or can he just go ahead ]
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He. Should probably move his hand, but he needs a minute to get over the stutter in his system. To find some rage or spite to motivate him to move again and let go of the window. If he were someone else, common-sense might have a hand in it, but no. ]
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Not only your hand is cold; your arm is cold now too. There is no ice yet, and you can still move them, but this is definitely not normal.
However... the cold helps. Somehow. It dulls these feelings a little.
Your Life decreases by 150.
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And then, he watches himself stop.
And try to slam his hand through the window.
He has no intention of sacrificing everyone else to reach his objective. If he has lost everything, then there is no harm in losing himself— dirtied as he is; broken as he is; he might sink into the mud and be forgotten. But he will not be forgotten here, when there are footsteps out there. He had found a resolve, had he not, in his memories? To, even as he is, not stop until he had reached the point he had tried everything.
He hasn't abused his body to breaking yet. He has to do at least that much, before he stops. Then, they can look at his shattered corpse and regret their actions, that they would bring him so low. He has no idea who "they" is, but the spite is a warm ember through the cold. ]
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Your Life decreases by 250.
The sword is no longer glowing.
(This is still a second floor, though...)
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However, this faith is misplaced.
He's punched through the glass, next is jumping out the window. Obviously. ]
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Shu lands safely! And he also manages not to slip when he lands even though everything is covered in snow. Amazing...!!
It's very cold out here, though. Cold enough that just being outside hurts.
Your Life decreases by 10.
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He thinks he knows, and calls out— ]
Sol! If you remain here, answer me!
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Sol— you are alright! Despite the calamity that has befallen this place, you are still alive!
[ Relief and uncertainty sounds in his voice. ]
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And then he turns around slowly to look back at him. There is no recognition in his eyes, or anything else, really.]
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So it is you! I was certain that this place, connected to you as it is, would have spared you through this awful winter! But you shouldn't be out here. Come, let us take shelter now that we have reunited!
[ He advances, making to grab for Sol's wrist with his gloved hand. ]
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. . .
I see. You must have been hiding. Thank you for sparing me the trouble of having to look for you.
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now he just looks confused again, though he might be about to get murdered ]
For what purpose would I hide? I was seeking you!
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