Let there be, let there always be

[withoutasign]

Who: Signless and various campers
When: five days after drowning, early afternoon
Where: the Plaza
Style: action jackson
Status: semi-open to close CR; the video part is open to everyone!

Signless is dreaming. He's dreaming, and it's beautiful. He's surrounded by the neverending light, surrounded and engulfed by it, but there is no fear. How can he be afraid when surrounded by such vast, indescribable beauty?

Nor is he alone; he can feel them with him, all the friends he's known and lost along the way. Sometimes they stay beside him for a time, dancing next to him and sharing a beam of light; others slip past shyly, brushing against him and then disappearing. Disciple is there, and Lulu as well, and if Psii were there with them, they would be complete.

But the light begins to fade, and though he is sorry to lose it, he understands. It's not his time, not yet his turn, and he sinks willingly into the darkness, watching the neverending light as it retreats and glimmers into nothingness.

He opens his eyes.

It doesn't take him long to recognize the dome above Vatheon, and he sits up, looking around him. He's not surprised to see that some of his friends have gathered there with him.

"Hey. What's going on?"

~*~A few hours later, open to everyone!~*~

[The video feed clicks on, and there's Signless, brought back by Vatheon's miracles. He's sitting somewhere with his back to the bubble, tropical fish swimming and darting behind him, and someone has taken the time to weave him a crown of flowers, which almost completely hides his nubby horns. His expression is serious, as is his voice.]

Vatheon, I am back. I'm aware that there has been some fighting and violence regarding my death. Let me say, here and now, that what happened was an accident. Dualscar did nothing wrong, and should not have been held responsible. Anyone who would further trouble him about these happenings should first come and see me, because if anyone persists in bothering him will find they have a problem with me as well.

Leave him alone.

But yes, I am back. I missed you, Vatheon, and I'm very grateful to have another chance to be with you all.

[He looks into the video feed, like he wants to say more, then shuts it off.]

Comments

[sassybird]

[Bird kisses! Only it is more like just more biting. Because that is what it is.]

SO.

[DID YOU NOT HEAR HER...]

[rebull]

[Swats.]

So what?

[sassybird]

[WOW R U D E ! ! ! FINGERBITE!]

When are you going to land for him!

[rebull]

I will not land 'for him'.

[sassybird]

Then for yourself.

[rebull]

That won't be for a while.

[sassybird]

He wants to be here for you, chickling.

[rebull]

I know that. But not in the way I want and need right now.

[sassybird]

Are you certain?

[rebull]

...No, I am not certain.

[sassybird]

Then you should land.

[rebull]

[His eyes slim, staring downwards. For a few minutes he is completely still, doing nothing, saying nothing, and then he curses under his breath, beginning to lower himself down. His arms bend, bracing at his sides, one leg straight the other bent as he aims for a branch and lands softly. He leaps up with a spry jerk of a leg and lands on a lower branch, his wings barely open for balance. Another branch, lower, lower, he doesn't focus on looking for Darkleer through any communes. Instead he focuses on the island, watching the sky through birds as he calms himself down.

A final short jump and he's crouched on the ground, standing slowly and looking into the forest with a distant glare.

[sassybird]

[Dural puffs up and extends one wing to thwap against the back of his head.]

Your face is going to stick that way.

[rebull]

[He says nothing, just glancing at her before leaning back onto a nearby tree, his wings shut tight behind him.]

[aim_exorable]

[There is an annoyed huff before Dural settles down, singing out a call to let Darkleer know where they are. A few minutes wait, then again. Rinse, wash, repeat, until a large shadow seems to emerge from the vegetation quietly. Darkleer's glasses are missing, partially because he doesn't want them to be hidden from one another.]

[The other part is because he has bandages wrapped around one side of his face. Makes wearing glasses a bit difficult.]

[He's tired, and sad, that much can be seen with just one eye. He makes a move as if he wants to come closer before finally just staying where he is.]

...Lysunder.

[rebull]

[Lysunder's lips open slightly but he stops shorts, merely closing them to a just open slit and instead jerks his chin up slightly upwards.]

[aim_exorable]

[Darkleer's shoulders sink slightly at the silence before he takes a deep breath and straightens them.]

I just wanted it to be as uncomplicated as possible. I remember the last time other individuals jumped on the first immediate suspect. It did nothing but hurt almost everyone involved. I wanted to keep that from happening again, Lysunder.

[rebull]

[An apathetic shrug and a slow out breath is his only reply. He knows you won't keep silent completely, but right now... While he can still feel a push behind his eyes, despite his stern expression...

Right now he needs to keep it simple.]

[aim_exorable]

[Nothing. He doesn't like that. He can't talk with him if he's silent. He can't talk about the right things, at any rate.]

I didn't want you to get hurt. I don't want you to be alone. That went for most of the individuals I kept from running off to kill him, but especially you.

[rebull]

[Still silent, but this time he closes the gap. Summoner stays calm, keeping eye contact as he steps closer and sets a hand up on Darkleer's shoulder. A pat, hardy, strong, and he pulls his hand back, putting it to one side of his hips, his other hand mirroring.]

[aim_exorable]

[...He's unsure if this is more creepy or annoying.]

Lysunder?

[rebull]

[His eyebrows raise just slightly, tilting his head up a little to the right and quirking his lips at the corner at the left of his mouth.]

-?

[aim_exorable]

Lysunder, I do not possess the ability of telepathy. I want to talk with you, not at you.

[rebull]

...

[Shrug.]

[aim_exorable]

[Darkleer raises a hand as if to knead at his temples, but pauses when he feels the bandages and puts it back down at his side.]

I want to be here for you.