09-11-2008, 11:12 PM
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So it was Corona. He didn't really remember having spoken to her in the passing days, but he had known that she was around one way or another. Once again, he couldn't remember anymore the last time he'd seen her, the last time they'd spoken. He couldn't remember what they'd said, whether it had been good or bad. Someone was laughing at him again, quietly, just outside of his vision; he was like a damned old man, with more pockets in his memory than scars on his body. Useless and blind and prone to trumpeting about the apocalypse and insisting on the ultimate meaninglessness of everything. Laruku couldn't help but join in the laughter,
The empty laugh turned into a lopsided half-grin, and he shrugged.
So it was Corona. He didn't really remember having spoken to her in the passing days, but he had known that she was around one way or another. Once again, he couldn't remember anymore the last time he'd seen her, the last time they'd spoken. He couldn't remember what they'd said, whether it had been good or bad. Someone was laughing at him again, quietly, just outside of his vision; he was like a damned old man, with more pockets in his memory than scars on his body. Useless and blind and prone to trumpeting about the apocalypse and insisting on the ultimate meaninglessness of everything. Laruku couldn't help but join in the laughter,
Looks like I am.
The empty laugh turned into a lopsided half-grin, and he shrugged.
Shouldn't have worried,he told her,
I may as well be immortal.It sure felt like it, anyway, and perhaps he had somehow inherited Prometheus's eagle. He looked in the direction her voice had come from,
And how've you been?