[Chapter 03 -- Scene] In This World.
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abyssianmelodyWho: Emil Castagnier and Rita Mordio
Where: Belkend
When: Two weeks or so after the collapse of Azkeriuth.
Warnings: There's a lot of death, destruction and mayhem in here following a certain replica's breakout...
Madness.
It was the only way to describe the situation in Belkend right now. Much of the city was gutted and smoldering, people were either dead or dying all over the place. Researchers were scrambling for their notes and experiments, while the other inhabitants were doing all they could to flee for their lives. It truly was chaotic, seeing such a respectful city brought to its knees like this.
Among the rubble and the chaos, a young, blond-haired man wandered out of the city entrance, eyes empty and his hands clutching a journal and a small bag as he meandered out into the field, seemingly ignoring the plight of the town's citizens. Two dead guards lay behind him, blood trailing from his boots as he shuddered. There was so much of it...
He just wanted out of this city, now.
Where: Belkend
When: Two weeks or so after the collapse of Azkeriuth.
Warnings: There's a lot of death, destruction and mayhem in here following a certain replica's breakout...
Madness.
It was the only way to describe the situation in Belkend right now. Much of the city was gutted and smoldering, people were either dead or dying all over the place. Researchers were scrambling for their notes and experiments, while the other inhabitants were doing all they could to flee for their lives. It truly was chaotic, seeing such a respectful city brought to its knees like this.
Among the rubble and the chaos, a young, blond-haired man wandered out of the city entrance, eyes empty and his hands clutching a journal and a small bag as he meandered out into the field, seemingly ignoring the plight of the town's citizens. Two dead guards lay behind him, blood trailing from his boots as he shuddered. There was so much of it...
He just wanted out of this city, now.
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Date: 2009-12-06 06:28 am (UTC)And thus the bombshell was dropped. Oh, poor Emil. Who was he -- Aster, or Emil?