望月 綾時 ☾ mochizuki ryoji. (
luneminary) wrote in
expiationlogs2024-07-19 03:54 pm
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( closed ) the moment man devoured the fruit of knowledge, he sealed his fate.
Who: Ryoji and Various.
Where: All across Aldrip.
What: Some closed starters for the Gnosia event!
Warnings: General death and violence, incineration, assisted suicide/suicide, choking, ego death. Will update as it progresses!
This revelation does not come with fanfare. This is one that comes as subtle epiphany, like remembering to fetch your clothes from the laundromat or realizing you forgot to water your plants for the day. This is waking up and realizing something that has been there all along, something that has always existed inside you.
For Ryoji, it is a purpose. He doesn’t know where it comes from or why it is, only that it is ingrained in the fibers of his existence this entire time. It is instinct, a compulsion he cannot fight against — it is not a choice, or a quirk of personality. An instrument is only capable of fulfilling the purpose it has been given.
Nothing has to change, because everything is as how it has always been. As it should be. His regained dark wings remain tucked away, until the moment is at hand.
Humanity yearns for salvation. And he has been born to grant their final wish.
Where: All across Aldrip.
What: Some closed starters for the Gnosia event!
Warnings: General death and violence, incineration, assisted suicide/suicide, choking, ego death. Will update as it progresses!
This revelation does not come with fanfare. This is one that comes as subtle epiphany, like remembering to fetch your clothes from the laundromat or realizing you forgot to water your plants for the day. This is waking up and realizing something that has been there all along, something that has always existed inside you.
For Ryoji, it is a purpose. He doesn’t know where it comes from or why it is, only that it is ingrained in the fibers of his existence this entire time. It is instinct, a compulsion he cannot fight against — it is not a choice, or a quirk of personality. An instrument is only capable of fulfilling the purpose it has been given.
Nothing has to change, because everything is as how it has always been. As it should be. His regained dark wings remain tucked away, until the moment is at hand.
Humanity yearns for salvation. And he has been born to grant their final wish.

time is an illusion so speed is relative therefore what is slow for you may be perceived as -
This room must be something from Junpei’s mind, then. And yet it’s not a place he would associate with his friend — this feels so cold and stifling, as if it threatens to trap him with his thoughts. The screen reminds me of the questions they have been forced to answer a while back in the city hall, and that memory along makes Ryoji shudder.
He would always spare Junpei, right? …Right?]
I’m not sure. I think you might have dragged me in here? Do you think this is because of the influence of the Gnos?
[They weren’t really given a manual on how this all works, outside of the “KILL ALL HUMANS” part.]
rp is a black hole and we are all the event horizon, so true bestie
So. Ryoji.]
I don't give a shit about the Gnos, Gno offense to them.
[beat for applause]
How can we be in each other's heads...? I spent all that time not being around anybody for this to happen anyway? Bullshit!