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Event | Sinbrilee | Bacchanal
Characters: Any and all!
Date: August 24 - 30th
Location: Sinbrilee
Situation: An ancient festival of an ancient city, all are welcome at the Bacchanal!
Warnings/Rating: Please label threads as appropriate.
Death and destruction cannot curtail the single most important festival celebrated by the denizens of Sinbrilee: The Bacchanal! The ghosts in and about the city have begun to gossip about high fashion and festivities, sending any that inquire to the Amphitheatre -- a grand, circular structure nestled in the west side of the city.
This structure bore the fall of Sinbrilee and the wear of time with dignity, having lost handfuls of archways and one long stretch of wall to crumbling decay. Despite this, it is obvious that the amphitheatre once hosted many a display and every more festivities than the mind can grasp. This was their solace and safety; here is where the people of Sinbrilee came to find the mind's escape from all that threatened them and their great turtle.
Ghosts have been busy throughout the week, clearing paths through debris and hanging great cloth banners of soft blues and greens to disguise the more blatant signs of its decline. Many hundreds of them shimmer and slid through the area, providing for tables upon tables of food, offering drink, and overseeing competition of sport and skill (some even denying death's non-corporeal curse to enter).
Here, well... Here is where the party begins!
Food & Drink | Music, Discussions, & Dancing | Wrestling & Competitions
Date: August 24 - 30th
Location: Sinbrilee
Situation: An ancient festival of an ancient city, all are welcome at the Bacchanal!
Warnings/Rating: Please label threads as appropriate.
Death and destruction cannot curtail the single most important festival celebrated by the denizens of Sinbrilee: The Bacchanal! The ghosts in and about the city have begun to gossip about high fashion and festivities, sending any that inquire to the Amphitheatre -- a grand, circular structure nestled in the west side of the city.
This structure bore the fall of Sinbrilee and the wear of time with dignity, having lost handfuls of archways and one long stretch of wall to crumbling decay. Despite this, it is obvious that the amphitheatre once hosted many a display and every more festivities than the mind can grasp. This was their solace and safety; here is where the people of Sinbrilee came to find the mind's escape from all that threatened them and their great turtle.
Ghosts have been busy throughout the week, clearing paths through debris and hanging great cloth banners of soft blues and greens to disguise the more blatant signs of its decline. Many hundreds of them shimmer and slid through the area, providing for tables upon tables of food, offering drink, and overseeing competition of sport and skill (some even denying death's non-corporeal curse to enter).
Here, well... Here is where the party begins!
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C'mon. Let's just dance.
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Kyle. Talk to me. [She's getting a little sick of saying that.] I've never been in a position like this before, and I need to know if I hurt you so I don't do it again.
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You didn't hurt me.
[He means it.]
I just. Uh. People have a habit. Of leaving.
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Which is why she looks confused, and almost offended when he says that.] I'm not leaving you. I've been left before, and it hurts, I'd never do that to you. [But then a little light bulb goes off.] Or is it Jim you're worried about?
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[He can't understand what it means to be needed, because no one tells him.]
I - he wouldn't. It's complicated.
[He exhales.]
My love life's always been kind of a wreck.
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[He's got a ton of shot bottled up, and Shayera thinks it's high time he let it out. And as much as it sounds stupid and corny, let his goddamn emotions out for once.]
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[Following where she leads, he waits for her to ask the questions, knowing she won't pull punches, and steeling himself for it.]
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[Her tone is a mix of firm and serious, but still concerned and caring. She wants to know what's wrong, but she won't be a hardass about it.]
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You're going to have to be more specific.
[A lot of shit has happened to him :c]
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The other part is saying who cares if you get it wrong, just try.] Where did it all start going wrong, I suppose.
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[In answer, he simply holds up the ring.]
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[Who wants to stay with someone who's not even on the same planet half the time? Off saving the galaxy, never hearing from them. She slides her hand into his, gently squeezing it for comfort.] Which one hurt the most?
[She doesn't know how many relationships he's been in, but with how it sounds, there's been a few.]
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They all did.
[He can't quantify what he left, or put it on a scale of which one hurt the most. To him, he loved deeply and completely, and when that was rejected, no matter who was doing it, it just hurt. His whole world, his rocks, were gone.]
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[She feels as though the farther he digs, the more she screws up. But she's done that before, and she never quit. And now is definitely not the time to.]
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[Quietly:]
She asked me to choose between her and duty. You know what I'd do - what I had to. I can give everything, but not - that. Ever.
[Barely audible:]
I was going to be a father.
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We have a son.
She lets go of his hand, and wraps her other arm around him for a crushing hug. It's almost scary how similar they were in regards to their lives. Her voice is hushed.] I'm so sorry, Kyle.
[I know how you feel. In a sense, at least. She'd been through a similar pain not too long ago, but she at least had Batman to tell her about him.] John and I. We have a son. In the future. He saw him. We're meant to be together, but he didn't want to be destiny's puppet. So he's still with Mari. I... I guess I understand a little how it feels.
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[Indignantly:] You know, if I see him, I'm gonna punch him. [grumble] Idiot.
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[Her gaze falls to the ground, as she scoffs like she just remembered a bad joke that still mad her laugh.] Maybe we should just date each other.
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Yeah, that'd solve all our problems.
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Kyle. Listen. I know you've been hurt before, and I'm sorry you were. I really am. But I'm not leaving you. Ever. I can't leave you. You're someone who cares so much about me despite everything I did. You're someone I need, Kyle.
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I can't not care.
[I'll never leave you either.]
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[Standing up from the rock, she pulls him up with her and places a hand on his shoulder. They can hear the music coming from the amphitheatre, and a slow jazz-like song starts to play.] Come on, I saved the best dance for last.