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[isthenight.livejournal.com]

[ Bruce has, somewhat predictably, been hiding out in his room all day today. Towards the evening, though, he ventures into town. He doesn't do any window shopping and in fact he looks a little peeved as he makes a bee-line for a flower shop, purchases something and then heads back to the castle.

From there he goes right up to the roof to sit on the ledge and watch the sun setting over the horizon. He doesn't move for a very long time, instead just sitting there and thinking, gently cradling two white roses in his hands.

Bother him if you like, but saying he's not one for conversation at the moment would be an understatement. ]

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[hellscythes.livejournal.com]

[writing writing writing! she has quite the talkative right hand :)]



[she flips the page]



[flips again!]

[isthenight.livejournal.com]

[ ... okay, now he's intrigued. ]

Can you explain what you mean by that any? The sentience and true forms part.

[hellscythes.livejournal.com]

[she'll be sitting down next to him now instead of standing, because this could get long and complicated. clank clank goes her armor as she gets comfortable with the notepad on her lap. she'll be tearing off one sheet and handing it to him, while she continues writing another page for when he's finished with that one]

[isthenight.livejournal.com]

Interesting. Do you know for certain what the source is here?

[hellscythes.livejournal.com]

[handing him a new sheet]

[isthenight.livejournal.com]

Have you heard of and/or talking to anyone who'd been to the Dead Zone yet?

[hellscythes.livejournal.com]

[she pauses in writing a new sheet to come after that to shake her head, glancing up at him]

[isthenight.livejournal.com]

A week or so out from the castle you hit the Dead Zone. It's a place where technology, magic and other supernatural powers stop working completely. No one knows how far it stretches out.

[hellscythes.livejournal.com]

[she blinks, before flipping the page -- she'll continue that one later -- and starting a new one]

[isthenight.livejournal.com]

What have you heard?

[hellscythes.livejournal.com]

[isthenight.livejournal.com]

Hm. Nothing more than what I've heard.

[ Sadface. He was hoping for new info. ]

[hellscythes.livejournal.com]

[poor brucey :(]



[turns the page]

[about true forms and stuff :)]

[isthenight.livejournal.com]

Yes, please. Go on.

curse you lack of edit button

[hellscythes.livejournal.com]

[goes back to that page she was writing before and finishes it quickly before ripping it off to give to him]

8(

[isthenight.livejournal.com]

There's one potential problem with that theory, though. This place has changed into locations from people's homeworlds, and there's a number of universes with similar versions of the same cities.

[hellscythes.livejournal.com]

[glances up at him, before scribbling again]

[isthenight.livejournal.com]

If it was just a shape-shifter, I would understand taking the form of a city from memories, but you mentioned 'lives.' That tends to hold more weight than 'forms.'

[hellscythes.livejournal.com]

[isthenight.livejournal.com]

I don't think it can create a life from memories.

[hellscythes.livejournal.com]

[she shakes her head, tearing off the page and starting a new one]

[isthenight.livejournal.com]

[ He frowns a little at that explanation. ]

Can you define how you're using the term 'lives?'

[hellscythes.livejournal.com]

[she'll nod, starting another new page]

[isthenight.livejournal.com]

I'm not so sure this place does what you're thinking it does.

Have you heard what happens to people when they die here?

[hellscythes.livejournal.com]

[she shakes her head]