redsquares: (๐ŸŸฅ 010)
๐“™๐“ช๐“ถ๐“ฎ๐“ผ ๐“ข๐“พ๐“ท๐“ญ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ต๐“ช๐“ท๐“ญ ([personal profile] redsquares) wrote in [community profile] finalflight 2024-10-27 12:20 am (UTC)

This is the opposite of where I was taking us.

[He sounds frustrated but also resigned in equal measure. This town will force them in any direction it chooses, no matter if it makes no directional sense. At least it isn't making them jump into bottomless holesโ€”

He reaches out, giving the metal gate a push. It swings open easily, with only a gentle, squeaking protest. Beyond, it's much like James remembered it: a large graveyard thick with fog, with dreary headstones dotted about. A stone church looms in the distance, just a hazy shape from where they stand.

However, unlike before, vines wend around the ground, some even crawl up headstones. If they're not careful, they could trip over one or two, catching them on the toe of their shoes.]


We're at the outskirts of town, now.

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