02-12-2019, 04:31 PM
It’s crazy to think that it had to take take the destruction of the world, as well as humanity’s extinction, to force society to realize how numb they were to who they had been and what they had.
Wistful treads along through the cityscape, the Watchog’s glare oft caught itself fixated on a broken piece of technology, occasionally shifting to a mangled corpse resting soundly neath the rubble. For Tokyo, a utopia of lights, machinery, and civilization, the metropolis was looking awfully dreary. Without all the flashing advertisements and music blasting from speakers, it was yet another corpse, another skeleton, in a very similar fashion to the humans that lay unobtrusively on the crumbling asphalt. Even the atmosphere smelled dead; he never anticipated that it would ever come to this, but Quincey actually yearned for disgusting, commonplace scents such as car exhaust and garbage.
Another stride. Another body.
An additional tread. An additional cadaver.
Negative inklings birthed in his complex mind, thoughts of failure and hopelessness casually replacing the encouraging messages that played over and over like a broken record. How long would they actually hold out like this? By the way affairs currently ran, food would run out in a few days, give or take, and resources would uncontrollably dwindle if not kept in line.
Sighing, he’d come to a halt in unison with the bunch, lending an ear to Timedancer’s words. This area right here was their ‘new home’, and right now, the guild was going to help with clean up work. Something about burying the dead, or another thing along those lines. Yeah, it seemed ethical and all, but why? To scour the legions of carcasses and strip them of any belongings would act as a boost to lift Eclipse off the ground, for now - and bone is an excellent material for crafting. The most beneficial route is the best route, and the direction Timedancer wanted to go (the wasteful route), was perhaps the worst choice to be made in this scenario.
The Umbreon made some observations that Quincey could definitely agree with. This place was stupid; urban areas in apocalypses were hotspots for trouble, even children knew this. And the bodies - well, Adrien’s thoughts nearly mirrored the Watchog’s.
Tail held stiffly in the air, multi-coloured eyes gazing skeptically towards his superior, the councilist coolly remarked, "Wha’ever you think is best, boss", and got to work on the blasted graves.
Wistful treads along through the cityscape, the Watchog’s glare oft caught itself fixated on a broken piece of technology, occasionally shifting to a mangled corpse resting soundly neath the rubble. For Tokyo, a utopia of lights, machinery, and civilization, the metropolis was looking awfully dreary. Without all the flashing advertisements and music blasting from speakers, it was yet another corpse, another skeleton, in a very similar fashion to the humans that lay unobtrusively on the crumbling asphalt. Even the atmosphere smelled dead; he never anticipated that it would ever come to this, but Quincey actually yearned for disgusting, commonplace scents such as car exhaust and garbage.
Another stride. Another body.
An additional tread. An additional cadaver.
Negative inklings birthed in his complex mind, thoughts of failure and hopelessness casually replacing the encouraging messages that played over and over like a broken record. How long would they actually hold out like this? By the way affairs currently ran, food would run out in a few days, give or take, and resources would uncontrollably dwindle if not kept in line.
Sighing, he’d come to a halt in unison with the bunch, lending an ear to Timedancer’s words. This area right here was their ‘new home’, and right now, the guild was going to help with clean up work. Something about burying the dead, or another thing along those lines. Yeah, it seemed ethical and all, but why? To scour the legions of carcasses and strip them of any belongings would act as a boost to lift Eclipse off the ground, for now - and bone is an excellent material for crafting. The most beneficial route is the best route, and the direction Timedancer wanted to go (the wasteful route), was perhaps the worst choice to be made in this scenario.
The Umbreon made some observations that Quincey could definitely agree with. This place was stupid; urban areas in apocalypses were hotspots for trouble, even children knew this. And the bodies - well, Adrien’s thoughts nearly mirrored the Watchog’s.
Tail held stiffly in the air, multi-coloured eyes gazing skeptically towards his superior, the councilist coolly remarked, "Wha’ever you think is best, boss", and got to work on the blasted graves.