Your name is Johan, no last name given. Although you had to admit that self-nomenclature was of little import at the moment.Especially now that you were in such a surreal landscape, one that was ever shifting and turning. It was a place were neither day nor night reigned--yet both divided their realms in the sky in an almost perfect line. What remained of the moon brightened your way in spite of this paradox; the newly minted stars speckled the sky like... well, stars.On the subject of the heavenly bodies, the moon itself was shattered in the sky, bleeding out a waterfall of clear-dark liquid onto the mountain that it was closest to. The theater that was once proudly upon it was in shambles, barely recognizable. These three changes were, somehow, direct consequences of the actions of your lover. You intended to speak with her about that later, preferably after you all stop running for your lives.The once strange and twisting town, placid as it also once was, was now slowly inundated with a deluge of moon-water, overwhelming the streets and alleyways until merging with the ocean. Said sea rose into the ports and piers and made the canals overflow. Market stalls were extricated by the water's force and slowly drifted away, roads became slick with a dark tinted water, buildings became flooded. But oddest of all was that the winding, changing, shifting and almost living town had now gained a semblance of stagnancy despite being overwhelmed by a flood.Two people tailed behind you: Jeremy keeping a steady pace while Mimi was quickly catching up to you. While Jeremy was a good friend and a decent enough fellow in your eyes, though to be fair you'd only known him for less than half a week, Mimi was the person most close to you. And she was your aforementioned lover. While the idea of having a girlfriend was something you never really considered in your mind (at least not in a conscious level) there was definitely some romantic tension the two of you shared with each other. Now that you thought about it, it was mostly at Mimi's insistence and assertion to be close to you that served as the catalyst to the relationship. At the very least, that strange aversion and frustration you held towards mimes was slowly being eroded, thanks to her.
You three went to search for some individuals, some fellow sharply dressed friends of yours, getting the assistance of a bartender named Ryan, who in turn worked under and was in league with a local restaurant-owning cowboy named Dingo. The Noirs, as you called them, were a group of customers that were regular's at Dan's Bar and Grill, which was the aforementioned restaurant owned by Dingo. They were looking into the actions of a certain kidnapper whose signature was leaving a golden nail, who appeared to have successfully faked is death while killing someone else. But you were certain that the Noirs were planning to do something else before their interactions with you set them off to solve this current mystery; however, what it was exactly that they were plotting escaped you. You were still under the impression that you'd be able to become a member of theirs little group.A small scare befell you when you realized you'd separated from your two current companions. You'd thought for a moment that you would need to search for them too--a worst case scenario forming in your mind in which they would be as lost as the Noirs were before them. Thankfully their disappearance proved to be nothing more than a mild inconvenience to you, as you'd reunited with both Jeremy and Mimi after some light searching. The former as you were looking around the empty markets and the latter after you had climbed a mountain to the now ruined theater.After that small bout of reminiscing you brought yourself back to your current situation, with the task at hand seemingly stretching on for longer than you had realized. Namely; you three were running for your lives before the inevitable pull into the ocean depths became too much to sustain. Swimming was quickly becoming one of the most viable and practical means to escape.Almost ankle-deep in water, it went from a possibility to the verge of being an inevitability.You didn't want to be dragged into the deep--at least, that was the initial plan. A second of realization caused you to witness an old friend's static motions under the sea. The silent offer was enough to make you briefly hesitate in your certainty between either escape to the world you knew or to following Ryan and the ship.You realized that your options were quickly dwindling. Something would have to be done, something quick.
First, you could always leave the way you came. How you knew that an exit was close by you weren't entirely sure. It was an instinctual thought. A quick glance at your companions verified that they thought the same way.Then there was the ship that was making its way towards you three from the harbor. It wasn't anything particularly fancy or notable, but boarding it was the safest option. The fact that a trusted man like Ryan was on it, shouting out for the three of you to come aboard and putting out a rope ladder for you three to climb on also gave weight to that decision.And of course, there was an old friend of yours beneath the seas. All you would have to do was let the water take you, to swim towards that fellow. You knew Mimi and Jeremy would follow.Now, where would you go?>An inexplicable exit was clearly there for a reason. Of course, that meant that you would return from whence you came, but familiar ground was not such a bad thing.>To the ship, along with the ex-sailor steering it. Ryan was the main reason you came here to begin with. Perhaps he might have answers, perhaps he might be as lost as you all were.>Another option was there, waving, waiting for you beneath the waves. Such an opportunity from the being you gave a drop of blood to would be remiss to ignore, despite the strange feelings you had on the matter.>Write-in
Welcome back to One Life. A quest that was originally intended to be a one-shot but now on it's ninth thread.Updates will come eventually, I'll aim to make them in at least a weekly basis. Unfortunately it likely won't be on a weekly thing, and having it every day might be too optimistic, since my schedule is still unfortunately busy and work might take me away for extended periods of time.Previous threads:Thread 1: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2024/6013758/Thread 2: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2024/6050129/Thread 3: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2024/6089875/Thread 4: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2024/6130126/Thread 5: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6169408/Thread 6: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6209337/Thread 7: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6258691/Thread 8: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6304094/
Welcome back, Qm!>>6364407Lover?? Johan, my man, I don't thinkwe've even kissed, have we??>>6364414>Another option was there, waving, waiting for you beneath the waves. Such an opportunity from the being you gave a drop of blood to would be remiss to ignore, despite the strange feelings you had on the matter.Let's figure out what the hell our "friend" even is... And thus, also, our enemies.
Hey QM, given you've been away a while, you may want to advertise your return in the QTG.
