The New Shepherd

Sep 07 21:42:38 <Dexanote> Through the dark, he hears a voice. "Yor a brave man."
Sep 07 21:43:02 <Waxx> He can hear is own voice, as if in a dream. "Mama?"
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Sep 07 21:46:26 <Dexanote> "No…" He can see a light… then two, then a mouth. The pumpkin face lights the ground before him. "No… I 'ent yor mum, boy."
Sep 07 21:46:41 <Waxx> "I want to go home. Who are you?"
Sep 07 21:47:31 <Dexanote> "I am yor guide." He's less substantial here. He turns, motioning for guy to follow.
Sep 07 21:48:05 <Waxx> A soul rises from its shell of a body. Free of pain, free of fear.
Sep 07 21:48:22 <Dexanote> "'m so sorry, but yor not alive anymore."
Sep 07 21:49:25 <Dexanote> "Whaz yor name, boy?"
Sep 07 21:49:31 <Waxx> "David."
Sep 07 21:52:07 <Dexanote> "Lil David. Good strong name… What 'appened, David? What brought ya 'ere?" They pass over a field, Shank wearing a path through the tall grasses. The sky is grey, and the grass is gold.
Sep 07 21:52:45 <Waxx> "I…..I was in the army. I wanted to get away from my mother…..that girl was looking for food, just like me."
Sep 07 21:52:53 <Waxx> "She killed me. I tried to kill her first, but she was better."
Sep 07 21:53:56 <Dexanote> "She is. Don't people usually like their mothers though?" The field opens to a worn path, then to a brick road.
Sep 07 21:54:34 <Waxx> David follows along, reflecting. "She never had time for me. My mother was very busy, most of the time. All I wanted was some time, but…." He sighs.
Sep 07 21:55:07 <Dexanote> "Yor out of time, mate."
Sep 07 21:55:23 <Waxx> David doesn't have an answer to that.
Sep 07 21:57:20 <Dexanote> "We don' 'ave time round 'ere. Doesn't matter." They pass over a small bridge; there's a wide river in the distance, with lights on the other side. All different colours. "'M sorry ta tell ya, yor not goin home."
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Sep 07 21:57:55 <Waxx> "Where am I going?"
Sep 07 21:58:12 <Waxx> It doesn't occur to David to ask who Shank is. He just knows to follow him.
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Sep 07 22:00:09 <Dexanote> "Yor goin Somewhere Else. Over and Away." Each of the titles has a gravity to itself. "I don' 'ave a word for it, none of yor people's names are right for it."
Sep 07 22:00:19 <Dexanote> "Tha Underworld, i s'pose."
Sep 07 22:03:59 <Dexanote> The bricks give way to some ruins. Chainshank does not recognize them, but David will know them as his childhood home. Shank stops and looks to it.
Sep 07 22:04:18 <Waxx> "Home…what happened to it?"
Sep 07 22:04:44 <Dexanote> "S' yor old life."
Sep 07 22:05:24 <Dexanote> "'M gonna let ya go an' take one last look through… Then we go."
Sep 07 22:05:58 <Waxx> David steps forward to the front gate, but stops, hesitant to go any further. He looks around wistfully, then backs up. "No…no, let's go."
Sep 07 22:06:59 <Dexanote> The house crumbles at his words, a single rose shining in the remains. "Mmm… Come along then…"
Sep 07 22:07:26 <Waxx> He follows, not looking back.
Sep 07 22:10:08 <Dexanote> As the two approach the shore, a great, terrible bridge builds itself across the waters. Images flash across its surface, of David's victories, regrets, joys, and sorrows. "I can't go on. Good luck to you, David." Shank steps aside, pointing his scythe across the black ocean. "Goodnight, David."
Sep 07 22:10:41 <Waxx> "…Goodbye." David begins his long, slow walk to his final destination.
Sep 07 22:11:18 <Dexanote> Chainshank returns.