Eggterparty

[hyruglyphics]

[ So like, that was all something, right? A confrontation with the souls of the damned, and then a battle with a former gym leader, and finally, a meeting with a god. Even as they plan to leave, the sky is dark with storm clouds. The day seems to conspire to create barriers for the group. But even so, to many it may seem as if the evening is a hopeful one.

One of the lake guardians has been restored and the group has completed - after a month - the initial task that Cynthia gave them. They found one of the gym leaders, and learned there were those who fought for this world (even if they did lose) and still can be broken free from the control. All in all, it's mixed, but the mood isn't necessarily unpleasant, despite the rolls of thunder overhead.

However, said rain and thunder does mean it ends up seeming more sound to camp here in the cave. It's not necessarily comfortable, but there are those those who can pitch a tent or two and others who can make fires. Some people might have food provisions, or are able to make more for the group with their existing supplies or forage.

Though that said, the most remarkable thing of the night is obviously going to be that strange pulse of ... something which comes over everyone. And then, of course, the sounds of these eggs hatching . . . ]

Comments

[semistableman]

True enough. This world does have its fair share of surprises.

[fatalstrikes]

I definitely learned that one the hard way back home. Every time I thought things couldn't get crazier, they always managed to.

[He sounds fond, though.]

[semistableman]

Yeah.

You know, my friend rescued me from a prisoner of war camp by himself-- but that's not the story.

The story is, the people he rescued me from had goddamn ray guns, like something out of a story book. It was bizarre.

[fatalstrikes]

[Prisoner of war camp...?]

It might not be the story you were meaning to tell, but I'm curious about it anyway. Would you mind telling me?

[semistableman]

What part?

[It's not a hard no, at least?]

[fatalstrikes]

The whole prisoner of war camp thing.

[semistableman]

[Bucky shrugs, giving Yuri a calculating look, like he's trying to figure out if he's being messed with or not.]

There's not much to say. My unit was captured during a war. We were put to work by the camp, and men were experimented on. A lot of people died, I was the first one to survive it.

[fatalstrikes]

[For what it's worth he does seem genuinely interested and not asking to be an asshole.]

...I'm sorry to hear that. It sounds awful.

[He's just. not very good at this, okay.]

[semistableman]

It was a long time ago.

[It's pretty obvious Bucky's just as bad at it. He shrugs.]

[fatalstrikes]

Doesn't make it any less awful, but I think I get what you're saying.

[Time has a way of scarring over old wounds, after all.]

Sorry, I probably shouldn't have asked about it.

[semistableman]

It's fine. I shouldn't've brought it up.

[It's a sore spot for him, but he has much, much worse ones.]

[fatalstrikes]

[man, we are both so awkward.]

So uh... How are you holding up after...

[He waves a hand, presumably to indicate everything that just happened.]

...all of that.

[semistableman]

[He sighs, because it's been a long day, and a very big part of him just wants to be able to hide and isolate himself from the others. Of course it would rain, thus making it basically impossible for him to hide away from the group and recover.]

Not every day you save a god from a megalomaniac. That's new, and I've seen a lot.