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sticksandbones2025-10-01 12:08 am
astralprojection) wrote in sticksandbones2025-10-01 12:08 am
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[netbook 01] before roseroot
[in the middle of the night, hastily scribbled words come across the netbook with the urgency of someone who really doesn't want to forget something.]
blizzard — cave in the mountains — nearing the peak? campfire dying, supply wagon visible but no one here
important:
sword, snapped, broken glaive stuck in ground
flowers blooming in the snow
glass ball, broken — crystal ball??
tree with unshed leaves
scarf, shimmering thread — looking at this prompted inhuman shrieks in the distance
skull, bestial, tentacles stuck into the eye sockets
orb of light — one of the few sources of warmth in the cold
golden scale, shielding the area from the storm
objects depicting a sun, moon, and half black sun — floating in the blue glow of a staff ending in a dreamcatcher — growing dim — trying to stay lit
[there's a period of time before an addition is added]
Hello— for those who have met me, this is Astrid. I have been known to have prophetic dreams; some straight forward, some less so. This was one of the latter, and I didn't want to forget the details upon waking up.
Unfortunately, I haven't been here long enough to accurately interpret what I've seen. Maybe we can all come together and figure this out? I'm worried it could spell ill fortune.
((ooc: absolutely feel free to threadjack around and discuss among yourselves as necessary!))
blizzard — cave in the mountains — nearing the peak? campfire dying, supply wagon visible but no one here
important:
sword, snapped, broken glaive stuck in ground
flowers blooming in the snow
glass ball, broken — crystal ball??
tree with unshed leaves
scarf, shimmering thread — looking at this prompted inhuman shrieks in the distance
skull, bestial, tentacles stuck into the eye sockets
orb of light — one of the few sources of warmth in the cold
golden scale, shielding the area from the storm
objects depicting a sun, moon, and half black sun — floating in the blue glow of a staff ending in a dreamcatcher — growing dim — trying to stay lit
[there's a period of time before an addition is added]
Hello— for those who have met me, this is Astrid. I have been known to have prophetic dreams; some straight forward, some less so. This was one of the latter, and I didn't want to forget the details upon waking up.
Unfortunately, I haven't been here long enough to accurately interpret what I've seen. Maybe we can all come together and figure this out? I'm worried it could spell ill fortune.
((ooc: absolutely feel free to threadjack around and discuss among yourselves as necessary!))
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If you want me to leave, I'll leave. It is quite late.
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Will you be alright, after everything?
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[He offers a slight and gentle smile as he stands up from his seat, before a glint comes to his eyes.]
Perhaps I'll even do as you bid and visit you in your dreams tonight.
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[Said as he walks along to the door, doing an absolutely gay little wave as he goes.]
Goodnight, Luca.
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Good night, Astrid.