(OTA + CLOSED) if i cannot move heaven

[immortalpoet]

WHO: Vergilius and YOU + closed starters
WHAT: Catchall for TDM prompts, May + June catchall - if you want a closed starter for your character, DM me!
WHERE: All over Neo Tokyo, etc.
WHEN: May
WARNINGS: general Project Moon warnings (opt-out post), will update as needed



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[wheft]

[ ...of course vergilius had lost everyone once. seems like everyone on the bus had gone through that. ]

This dream of yours... What was it, exactly?

[immortalpoet]

...It's not for you to know.

[It isn't important for her to know.]

But I....wanted to change the world. The City. Somehow.

[wheft]

You wanted to change the world...

[ ... ]

For that guy?

[ 🤨🏳️‍🌈❓ ]

[immortalpoet]

...

[A little groan.]

More than "that guy". Come on [A beat.] His name is Roland.

[wheft]

Roland...

[ roland... the black silence....... ]

But wait. The Library's gone in our timeline. Does that mean that he also went away?

[immortalpoet]

[He shrugs.]

I wouldn't know. That was the last time I saw him, anyhow. The fact that he was in the Library was a surprise to me.

[wheft]

I see.

[ timeline shit is SOOOOO CONFUSING ugh. once again she wishes faust were here to explain all this. ]

Well, nothing we can do about that now. Except...

[ she can't help but smile - a teasing one. ]

Just be fortunate that I'm the only one who got to see your fathoms of ego. The others would never have let you live this down.

[immortalpoet]

[Now he's REALLY making a face.]

Live this down, how? It's just a memory.

[TOTALLY NOT GAY YEARNING OR ANYTHING]

[wheft]

Just the fact that you're pretty idealistic all the way down.

[ a sardonic chuckle. ]

You know how it's practically impossible to change the City we live in.

[immortalpoet]

I know it is.

[Of course he knows, but.........]

I can't...help it. I can't.

[wheft]

No one can. But we have to be realistic about this. Not even the Red Mist was able to do anything about it, you know.

[ but this topic is getting too grim, so she's going to nip this on the bud. ]

Anyway, I won't tell anyone what I just saw. You can count on me with that.

[immortalpoet]

...You don't have to tell me twice.

[It makes him feel all the more annoyed. Of course it is. He's glad for her putting an end to it, that roiling anger below always present.]

Thanks. That...means a lot, Ishmael.