Glade 1, 123
It was another not so sunny day over the beach. The sky above was the eerie and looming sort of darkness that had been in place for seasons now. The captain tipped his hat up off his nose, awoken from his nightly slumber, and looking out over the beach. His lips became thin lines as he took it all in. For a man who never planned out anything, things certainly were not going according to the plans he didn't make. There had been meddlers in his fun here.
Divine meddlers.
Captain Kynne pulled himself upright, pulling off his hat, knocking the sand from it. He lightly tapped the hat against his favorite tree, and a coconut fell, which he caught with ease. He cracked it open with the flick of a finger and drank the milk within. It was time to get things moving, there was nothing he detested more than stagnation and boredom.
His gaze followed the lines of the world that were open to him, falling upon each of those that had answered the call to this quest. Some had wandered away, following personal ventures and desires. Couldn't fault them for that, it was all that he himself did. There was one who had been snatched away, bringing a snarl to his lips. They should know better than to take his toys before he was done playing with them. One had appeared to have been eaten by something, which well, that happened, but it hadn't even been funny or entertaining. Sort of just... boring. And a whole family seemed to have been unmade within this reality, changing into entirely separate things.
Eikaen must have been having fun with those ones.
No matter.
Captain Kynne walked along the beach, strolling past the shared huts built by the Orkhan who seemed to be busy looking for the Elf, neither of which were here playing with him. Clicking his tongue, he pondered how to play this. He found the center of the beach and he snapped his fingers as he plopped himself down. He empty coconut found itself filled and perfectly mixed with some fine rum, and all of the individuals still here at the beach would find themselves on the sand around him, rum coconuts in their hands as well.
For Destyn, the Seedbearer, wherever he might be, a Door was presented, and a coconut given to he.
For Yeva, the Wandering Lass, a memory within the Astral Sea began to shine, emitting from a coconut.
For Imogen, the Full Metal Witch, an equally metallic door would be presented, along with a significantly less metallic coconut.
For Norani, an elemental spirit bearing the resemblance of a coconut would appear to want her attention.
For Kaiko, having been instantly summoned to join the captain for rum and a chat, a Door would appear behind her.
For Kayleigh, not to be forgotten, would also find a door behind her spot as well, and that her coconut was a bit stronger in the rum than might be expected.
For Charlie and Avamande and Carina, the same as above would be given if so interested in pursuing such things.
For those who chose to join Kayleigh and Kaiko and Kynne at the beach, the man would be seen smiling, drinking, and humming a little tune. He would look to the sky, knowing that Yeva would be able to see this from her lost and forgotten place beyond time. And then he would share his words.
For those of you who still give a fuck,
For those of you who wish to help the Duck,
I grant you the help I did not give before,
So that this time is less a bore,
For the world has changed and none the better,
For an old bastard to bring you together,
A cheap trick such as I,
The most beautiful and wily guy,
Failed to provide that which was needed,
And my warnings were not heeded,
And so without further adieu,
I give these gifts to you,
One answer, truthfully given,
To any question, answerable by the livin'
One trinket each, with a hint of chance,
Taken from a lover during our sordid dance,
Finally, for those who love the doors these,
A chance to go all in, or a chance at release.
Take the time, share your stories with one another,
Then, with resolute in your heart, make your choice
One way, or the other."
