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(( entering from farewell bartender ))

It was a queer thing to see, the tower that sprouted almost overnight. The trick that finally revealed itself in the morning light. the sight of the imposing structure made the sneak want to let out a dry, chortling laugh, the great tremors wracking his shoulders as he struggled to regain his breath. "So this is where it ends, huh guys?' the humorless, almost cynical comment felt foreign on his lips. This was where the voice was, the figure that set out to crush and form their meager and futile lives.

The cursory glace around reveled many people, turned to silver or was even part of the original kingdom, bathed in lustrous waves of shimmering white and Greys. people who were once enemies, now allied as brothers and sisters in death and unending life, for their new purpose. The end was night, it was a grave and heavy truth, one that made each step behind Sammy, Nuk, G, Alexander, Sera and company more personal. "After this.... we're going to fulfill our promise to the pillars." he mentioned, the conclusion to their trek and goal.

It was after this that the colored version of themselves would have their lost little fragments back, their shadows. Doubt that never sprouted before began to take root. "Do you think that we'll meet again guys?" the question was meek, almost hesitant to hear the answer. There was always the chance that maybe, in the world of color that they were not family, not even friends. Candace hinted as much back in the land of the Watch, he didn't want to believe it but the truth was a hard pill to swallow.


It sucked, but it was acceptable. This was how it had to be, there was no turning back anymore.

The bar they cherished was gone. It was time to move on.

((Exit to the climb, tower section 1, floor 1))

Pretty soon, Jericho wasn't the only one to arrive. Many others had come in fact. He looked around at them all; some walked passed to enter the tower. Maybe, for just a moment, he could grant himself some sort of higher purpose.

Or maybe he would just be stuck on the strings attached to him.

He gave a bitter scowl, but just went on to ascend the tower.

((Exit))

((Enter))

It was a beacon, the tower that called to everyone, himself included as the Hound shuffled closer, entranced by the sight. What was once burgundy and crushed fire velvet, lay plain grey clothes, nothing extravagant that spoke of his background of what he had done, lived up to and pursued. It was all blank now.

There was a chance that those he knew were up there, making their own route to the voice, where he had to go to. "Well, it would be rather rude of me to be late." he figured aloud, breaking out into a run to the base of the tower, each stride that kept him true to what he knew had to be done. "Wait everyone, i'll be there by your side soon enough."

((moving to section 1, floor 1))

[Entering]

Zephyros walking in, looking plain.. upset.. and dull. Everything about him has changed. He's not smiling.. he's upset. But he's determined. His hands clench tightly to make sure that he can still feel pain. Because if he can, then there's still a chance.

His head turns around as he's aware of everyone else who's entering. All of them.. fakes. No one is who they were once thought they were. His left hand clutches at his chest as he takes in a shuddering breath.

Looking around, he makes sure there's no one there to speak too.. before he makes his way into the tower.

Sheridan had paused briefly in his steps, taking a moment for a last look at the world he had know, or rather what had remained of it. He searched for those he had known, a glimpse of the warriors that once stood at his side, for the king they had served. He thought he saw them, though only for a moment, there for a flash and then gone, disappearing into the swirl of gray, the silver creatures moving toward the tower's base.

There was nothing that remained to hold him to this world, no reason to linger or stay behind. All that remained as the tower, and the hope of answers that may lay within.



[EXIT]

[ENTER]

Nevena's eyes roamed over the interior of the tower for a long while, her arms folded tightly under her chest. Despite herself, she was unnerved. This place felt... wrong.

She found herself waiting now, searching for either sign of Amrita... or that b*****d, Aymet.

Quote:

Name: Nevena
HP: 29/50
Location: Tower Base
Appearance: A thin, ragged looking shadow, who's snake-like hair occasionally seems to turn... pink on occasion. Golden eyes, and a fierce scowl on her face.

[entering from blue kingdom]



He arrived following Sammy and the rest of the blues turned silver. The tower sort of reminded him of a throne in shape, or was that just on his mind. Maybe it was the throne that would crumble. Looking around he saw other silvers in masses where had, oh yeah most of the other blues were silvers too. He flexed his wings. It felt nice to have them back, but he missed the feeling of power in his stomach. His other self had a flaming tail. What was his true self? Some sort of creature of flame? It explained the fire he had felt in him when he changed kingdoms. He missed it, his stomach felt hollow. But maybe he was just hollow, only a figment.

Jing was talking. Andrew merely shrugged. The end was near and he wished he could have another drink.

Suddenly he spotted the unconverted silver. She was here! He wanted to go… say something, he didn’t know. breaking away from the group he ran to her, “Hey blue haired girl.” He didn’t even know her name. “You are here!” he stopped just short of her, smiling. Well not the best greeting, of course she was here. He just, was happy to see her one last time. He swayed for half a moment, face still flushed from drink.