dokimion

/ gm ;) missed u too bhai 

⠀⠀⠀⠀\     @dokimion,     I’m really delighted to read your notes! 

&.           the most intriguing part of this is the travel.

&.            the baseline /end/ has not yet begun. as the prophecies foretold of mankind’s fictional end, the first signs of the situational baseline surrounding wülfric take root along the coastlines of the seas. this is where the descent begins; and from here, the world will grow increasingly hostile.         in every part where our muses cross paths, this concerns all characters drawn into wülfric’s orbit, those who meet him, challenge him, stand against him, or find themselves caught in the wake of his presence. you will encounter creatures, beasts, and the taninims of       /D-Day./       not every encounter will be survivable, and not every threat will announce itself before it strikes.             in simpler terms: every stretch of ground wülfric occupies is under direct threat. he is immune to the dangers surrounding him, but that immunity does not extend to those who accompany him, oppose him, or happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. your muse(s) may be pulled into dire circumstances, forced into unfamiliar territory, or made to face things they were never prepared to encounter.
            
            ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀⠀ ⠀ and there is one Law that must be understood: magic is /forbidden./ its practice is outlawed under mortal, and supernatural Law, and its use carries consequences. be mindful of the hunting grounds your muse(s) enter, the creatures that roam them, and the hounds that may take up their trail. the rules governing this world are not mine to make, nor yours to bend.        they are laid out by an invisible enemy, one whose presence is felt long before it is understood. and even that enemy answers to something greater⎯⎯a power concealed from mortal sight, moving somewhere outside the reach of ordinary understanding.         consider this a warning, not a promise of safety. the world is already turning against mankind, and wülfric’s path is not exempt from its cruelty.

⠀⠀⠀    ⠀ “how about neither?” amusement alluding to the rift between them, he rolled his shoulders, easing out the stiffness gathered from having sat for the better part of two hours. a pen dangled between his fingers, its tip keeping a lofty rhythm of idle taps against the book. per the distinction in her voice, wülfric stilled. he shut the book, clasped it in one hand, and neared the open window, taking a brief look outside.
            
            ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀⠀ ⠀ “you,” he pointedly began, a press of his lips flattening his expression. his gaze returned to her.       “missed the initial hearing at the grid. we’re going under strict lockdown, frida. the longer you remain out scavenging past the hunting hours—” a prickle of something edged into his voice, a growing irritation he made little effort to disguise.
            ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ @lykhaos.
            
            &.    p.s. this is still following the post      apocalyptic timeline. they’re currently outside the grid, somewhere along the outer threshold of eden’s east gateway.

the ghouls were out. he could tell by the rapid rise in criminal activity, then the deadly viruses laying claim to cities heavily fortified with security measures and maximum civilian protection. then where, /had/ it all gone wrong? his muscles worked under the sublime force of stress, carrying a staggering strength he knew was not entirely his own. preoccupied with the gnawing calamities, his attention remained fixed upon the screen, its blue display stagnant save for the scanning dots that appeared and vanished across its surface. frida’s voice faded at the back of his mind.      his head lowered at the feel of her hands slipping against the curve of his waist. he caught his teeth against his lower lip, holding there for a moment.       he blinked. as though he had only just returned to earth, his thoughts found their way back to the argument they had left unfinished. another /fight./ one of those in which his own safety became a matter of contention, while hers remained his first concern. somewhere along the way, he had lost sight of what they were even fighting for. if⎯⎯all this amounted to the same thing in the end: they both wanted to keep the other safe.
            
            ⠀⠀⠀“how else should it end? in bed? or outside?”
            
            ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀    @lykhaos.