[Eunhyuk would have tried to HELP except he's on a separate staircase so all he can do is watch Shu tumble, but thankfully not crack his skull open? HE THINKS? He makes the rest of his descent as quickly as possible, but then Shu speaks, sounding lucid, and then Lucien follows.
He also does not look surprised to see either of them, but then again, his expression has always been like this. Even as Lucien reminds him that... THIS IS HIS SECOND RODEO? damn.]
no he doesn't but he does kind of stumble stupidly. good job. as the three of you make your way down to the main floor of the dais, you will feel that the statues are very inviting. there's no danger here - this place is a sanctuary, almost violently protective of the three people who currently stay within. they will feel the sense that the bright blue flame in the center of the room is what is emulating that warm, comfortable feeling: like a hearth and a torch, it lights the way.
as you make your way down the stairs, you will each feel that you can investigate the statues, but one seems to call to you more than the others. there's a pull, a whisper. a beckoning - something that feels like coming home. for lucien, the statue of aeber. for eunhyuk, the statue of aelfric. and for shu, the statue of draefendi.
[ shu is the newbie now... wow... although he does stop to squint up one set of stairs when he realises eunhyuk is also here. that's... ok. that's sometime to unpick, even if he does logically known that the dead are out there somewhere, he didn't expect somewhere to be here, right in front of him. ]
You look better than when we last saw you. [ removes the specifics because my brain was like yeah he remembers this. no he doesn't. go to bed becks. ]
[ he'll do a circle of the statues when he's in the central platform, but does find himself drawn to one statue more than the others. he's not exactly sure what to think about that weird pull, or why it's there, but-- ]
...
[ you truly only live once (said in this group with these characters). ] Might as well. It's not like we can just climb back up and out, is it?
[ oh he does actually jump a bit when shu also addresses the Eunhyuk in the room. ]
Oh. You can see him as well?
[ did he just assume eunhyuk was a hallucination. that's normal and fine probably. he'll make a face about that that is halfway between concerned and angry and then go down to stand in front of the statue that is compelling to him. he hates this feeling actually, the way it crawls under his skin and tries to whisper in his ear. make him feel safe. he's heard voices like that before. ]
Be careful of whatever they're offering.
but what's one more whisper in a crowded room? he'll accept too. ]
[Imagine having to see a '_' hallucination at all times,
The feeling is powerful, and foreign in the way that it's been a long time since he's felt safe or comfortable anywhere. He's forgotten how that felt like. He watches Shu accept their circumstances, listens to Lucien's warning, and thinks that there's truth in both of what they say. Shu, in that there seems to be no way to go but forward. Lucien, in that there's still danger to keep in mind.
Eunhyuk doesn't have anything useful to add to whatever's already been said, so he turns his gaze towards the statue of Aelfric, and also accepts.]
each of you step up towards the statues that seem to be calling your names. the blue flame at the center of the dais flickers, once.
shu. when you step up to the statue of draefendi and touch it, you hear a voice in your head. it is airy and light like the breeze; wind ghosts through your hair as the voice speaks, ruffling it gently, curling around your figure. the wind forms into a small shape directly in front of you, though it’s hard to tell what it is. the voice is unfamiliar, but familiar all the same when it speaks out. ]
O chosen hunter. I grant upon you my powers, and my skills. Use them wisely as you traverse through the lands of Solistia, and let the voices of the wild be your calling. I ask of you, kindle the flame. In your life: what is it that you seek?
[ lucien. when you step up to the statue of Aeber, you realize with a start that there is a cigarette floating in the air in front of you. perhaps one you had on your very person until just a moment ago. you hear a male voice speak in your head, relaxed. it shifts to something lower, more feminine, maybe more familiar. low and soft, talking about siblings and how you are nothing like them - and then melds back to the male voice as the cigarette spins in the air, as if spun deftly between fingertips. ]
O chosen thief. I grant upon you my powers and my skills. Use them wisely as you make your way in this world with your daggers as your guide through Solistia, unflinching upon your foes. I ask of you, kindle the flame. In your life: what is it that you seek?
[ and finally, eunhyuk. when you step up to the statue of Aelfric, you feel...warm. rare for you, isn’t it? but you do, you feel warm, like it’s coming from your very soul. it fills you up, and for a moment, you feel utterly at peace. as you stand, you hear a voice - it’s old, wisened, but for a moment, it sounds so familiar, melliflous and light, a lofty voice you heard once talking about truth in front of the stars, then it falls back to the voice of the wise, elderly man. ]
O chosen cleric.. I grant upon you my powers and my skills. Use them wisely, and let the Sacred Flame be your guide through Solistia. I ask of you, kindle the flame: for you must always remember the truth lies within. I ask of you this: in your life, what is it that you seek?
[ well? perhaps a one or two word answer will suffice. what do you seek, travelers? ]
[ raising an eyebrow as the cigarette spins, raising a hand up as if he expects it to be put back in his palm. daggers are interesting. daggers are what he was trained on, a long time ago. as the voice changes he frowns, tilting his head. ]
[ the cigarette is tossed, once - and then caught between two fingers, lightly. you can't see the hand, but you know that it's there.
and there's... a chuckle, from the voice. like he understands. like he accepts this reasoning. ]
Then in search of the world, Lucien Tavelle, I behold unto thee my powers. I wish you swiftness, my thief. Your choices are yours to make.
[ the invisible hand places the cigarette back in your palm. the second it does - power rushes through you, the feeling emboldening, electrifying. lucien, you have classed into the abilities of a thief. you innately recognize that you have gained the ability steal - that is to say, you are a truly excellent pickpocket. using your dexterity, you can swipe objects large and small from townspeople, many of which can help you on your journey... so long as you're quick. you also may find yourself very, very capable of knocking someone out with an ambush, if you're sneaky.
you have gained both proficiency with a dagger and with a classic sword, both of which are now in your possession, one strapped to each hip. you also realize you have the innate ability to steal health from your enemies to give to your friends, and additionally, you are quite good with the shadows - that you could pull them around yourself like a cloak to shield yourself from prying eyes, here and there.
additionally, you may find that your outfit has changed some…? congrats on being even more purple. your outfit can change into any outfit you like as long as it fits this general sort of vibe. you also have a bag of items that you did not have before! but you don't get to look at that until you've all been brought together. ]
[the warmth almost distracts him, cold as he always is now. and then the voice, familiar -- the realization settling in -- is that...? then the words. "the sacred flame". he's heard that before, in the very same voice. then this must be...
he doesn't know how that's possible. he's not privy to how these journeys have changed, but it doesn't matter because the voice asks him a question, and he tilts his head up to respond. He knows what he wants to say: "a way back", for all the others still waiting, but the voice asks for the truth within -- and something deeper, heavier answers for him.]
[ there's silence, for a moment... and then the soft, kindly older voice chuckles, too. it's quiet, amused. ]
A cure...? Perhaps Dohter would appreciate your type just as much. [ the warmth doesn't leave him, though - it stays. like a tiny, burning hearth in his chest. ] Dohter once shared her power with me, in order to save this world from its imminent destruction. Her gift was one of the many that guide our world.
...But, no. No... I see your light. Very well, then. Eunhyuk Lee, I behold unto thee my powers. I wish you a clear head and a faithful heart, my cleric. Your choices are yours to make.
[ the warmth in your chest flares, and power swirls through you. eunhyuk, you realize that you have classed into the abilities of a cleric. you innately recognize that you have gained the ability coerce - that is to say, you will be able to break down the mental weaknesses of townspeople to garner information from them you might not have found, before... so long as you are clever in your questioning. that's a pretty weird ability for a cleric to have... :coerce: much more like a cleric, you can also use your warmth and presence to guide lost lambs, should you find them, where they might join your party to help you in a time of great need.
you also find that you are deeply proficient in light based magic, as well as the healing arts, a skill you are innately capable of practicing. your healing spells can even revive the dead, so long as you get to them fast enough. you also find yourself carrying a staff, and know that if you are running low on magic, you might be able to whack someone to get it back.
additionally, you may find that your outfit has changed...? you get less variety than lucien but welcome to church, churchboy. you also have a bag of items that you did not have before! but you don't get to look at that until you've all been brought together. ]
[ he goes to reply to lucien — confirm that, yes, he can see eunhyuk and wonder why lucien would think he couldn't, but—
his eyes narrow slightly against the sudden wind, shoulders and body tensing when it feels swirls around him. he has no idea why the ‘voices of the wild’ would be relevant to someone like him, but— hunter?
anyhow. the wind swirls around shu once more, inviting and friendly - it prods at his tense muscles, as the voice chuckles: ] You will not make a true shot with such tense muscles. Nevertheless. In search of an ending, Shu Lynn O'Keefe, I behold unto thee my powers. May your arrows and your path ever strike true, my hunter. Your choices are yours to make.
[ there's a noise like a rustle of leaves - then crackles into pure lightning, then blue flames leap free of the torch at the center of the room and land at shu's feet. the blue flames melt away, after a moment, leaving behind a black bird. the bird stares up at him, and then speaks to shu, and only to shu: A hunter has his companion, and I will be stalwart for you.
you understand innately that his name is Scarecrow. the others cannot understand his speech, but you can.
power swirls through you, and shu it is clear that you have classed into the abilities of a hunter. you realize that you have innately gained the ability: Befriend. using your wisdom (and animal handling), you are able to speak to any and all animals, though not all animals will be immediately friendly to you. additionally, should you like to, you have the ability to Provoke, or force someone into a battle using scarecrow's unique skills.
you have also gained the ability to fire a bow with remarkable accuracy, as well as axe based combat; to track animals; and to work with Scarecrow, who can provide an arcane attack in a moment of need. his abilities are based in wind, but his arcane blade can strike any weak point.
additionally, you may find that your outfit has changed some…? and, of course, that you are now sporting a pair of fluffy white cat ears and a tail, as well as sharper claws and sharp canine teeth. congratulations on being a catboy! ]
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[ as the three of you contend with your new blessings, the torch in the center of the room - the massive goblet containing the blue fire - flickers and flares.
a voice says, soft, maybe familiar - ] May the Sacred Flame guide you.
[ a pause. ]
...Or something like that.
[ fucking typical. but the blue light envelopes the room, and for a moment, eunhyuk in particular is completely enveloped in it - for the briefest of seconds, his form looks like it's made entirely of blue flame -
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He also does not look surprised to see either of them, but then again, his expression has always been like this. Even as Lucien reminds him that... THIS IS HIS SECOND RODEO? damn.]
...And our memories are still ours.
[that's a good sign, right. (laugh track)]
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no he doesn't but he does kind of stumble stupidly. good job. as the three of you make your way down to the main floor of the dais, you will feel that the statues are very inviting. there's no danger here - this place is a sanctuary, almost violently protective of the three people who currently stay within. they will feel the sense that the bright blue flame in the center of the room is what is emulating that warm, comfortable feeling: like a hearth and a torch, it lights the way.
as you make your way down the stairs, you will each feel that you can investigate the statues, but one seems to call to you more than the others. there's a pull, a whisper. a beckoning - something that feels like coming home. for lucien, the statue of aeber. for eunhyuk, the statue of aelfric. and for shu, the statue of draefendi.
do you take the invitation being offered? ]
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Right, this isn't your first time.
[ shu is the newbie now... wow... although he does stop to squint up one set of stairs when he realises eunhyuk is also here. that's... ok. that's sometime to unpick, even if he does logically known that the dead are out there somewhere, he didn't expect somewhere to be here, right in front of him. ]
You look better than when we last saw you. [ removes the specifics because my brain was like yeah he remembers this. no he doesn't. go to bed becks. ]
[ he'll do a circle of the statues when he's in the central platform, but does find himself drawn to one statue more than the others. he's not exactly sure what to think about that weird pull, or why it's there, but-- ]
...
[ you truly only live once (said in this group with these characters). ] Might as well. It's not like we can just climb back up and out, is it?
[ invite accepted. ]
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Oh. You can see him as well?
[ did he just assume eunhyuk was a hallucination. that's normal and fine probably. he'll make a face about that that is halfway between concerned and angry and then go down to stand in front of the statue that is compelling to him. he hates this feeling actually, the way it crawls under his skin and tries to whisper in his ear. make him feel safe. he's heard voices like that before. ]
Be careful of whatever they're offering.
but what's one more whisper in a crowded room? he'll accept too. ]
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The feeling is powerful, and foreign in the way that it's been a long time since he's felt safe or comfortable anywhere. He's forgotten how that felt like. He watches Shu accept their circumstances, listens to Lucien's warning, and thinks that there's truth in both of what they say. Shu, in that there seems to be no way to go but forward. Lucien, in that there's still danger to keep in mind.
Eunhyuk doesn't have anything useful to add to whatever's already been said, so he turns his gaze towards the statue of Aelfric, and also accepts.]
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each of you step up towards the statues that seem to be calling your names. the blue flame at the center of the dais flickers, once.
shu. when you step up to the statue of draefendi and touch it, you hear a voice in your head. it is airy and light like the breeze; wind ghosts through your hair as the voice speaks, ruffling it gently, curling around your figure. the wind forms into a small shape directly in front of you, though it’s hard to tell what it is. the voice is unfamiliar, but familiar all the same when it speaks out. ]
O chosen hunter. I grant upon you my powers, and my skills. Use them wisely as you traverse through the lands of Solistia, and let the voices of the wild be your calling. I ask of you, kindle the flame. In your life: what is it that you seek?
[ lucien. when you step up to the statue of Aeber, you realize with a start that there is a cigarette floating in the air in front of you. perhaps one you had on your very person until just a moment ago. you hear a male voice speak in your head, relaxed. it shifts to something lower, more feminine, maybe more familiar. low and soft, talking about siblings and how you are nothing like them - and then melds back to the male voice as the cigarette spins in the air, as if spun deftly between fingertips. ]
O chosen thief. I grant upon you my powers and my skills. Use them wisely as you make your way in this world with your daggers as your guide through Solistia, unflinching upon your foes. I ask of you, kindle the flame. In your life: what is it that you seek?
[ and finally, eunhyuk. when you step up to the statue of Aelfric, you feel...warm. rare for you, isn’t it? but you do, you feel warm, like it’s coming from your very soul. it fills you up, and for a moment, you feel utterly at peace. as you stand, you hear a voice - it’s old, wisened, but for a moment, it sounds so familiar, melliflous and light, a lofty voice you heard once talking about truth in front of the stars, then it falls back to the voice of the wise, elderly man. ]
O chosen cleric.. I grant upon you my powers and my skills. Use them wisely, and let the Sacred Flame be your guide through Solistia. I ask of you, kindle the flame: for you must always remember the truth lies within. I ask of you this: in your life, what is it that you seek?
[ well? perhaps a one or two word answer will suffice. what do you seek, travelers? ]
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The world.
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and there's... a chuckle, from the voice. like he understands. like he accepts this reasoning. ]
Then in search of the world, Lucien Tavelle, I behold unto thee my powers. I wish you swiftness, my thief. Your choices are yours to make.
[ the invisible hand places the cigarette back in your palm. the second it does - power rushes through you, the feeling emboldening, electrifying. lucien, you have classed into the abilities of a thief. you innately recognize that you have gained the ability steal - that is to say, you are a truly excellent pickpocket. using your dexterity, you can swipe objects large and small from townspeople, many of which can help you on your journey... so long as you're quick. you also may find yourself very, very capable of knocking someone out with an ambush, if you're sneaky.
you have gained both proficiency with a dagger and with a classic sword, both of which are now in your possession, one strapped to each hip. you also realize you have the innate ability to steal health from your enemies to give to your friends, and additionally, you are quite good with the shadows - that you could pull them around yourself like a cloak to shield yourself from prying eyes, here and there.
additionally, you may find that your outfit has changed some…? congrats on being even more purple. your outfit can change into any outfit you like as long as it fits this general sort of vibe. you also have a bag of items that you did not have before! but you don't get to look at that until you've all been brought together. ]
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he doesn't know how that's possible. he's not privy to how these journeys have changed, but it doesn't matter because the voice asks him a question, and he tilts his head up to respond. He knows what he wants to say: "a way back", for all the others still waiting, but the voice asks for the truth within -- and something deeper, heavier answers for him.]
A cure.
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A cure...? Perhaps Dohter would appreciate your type just as much. [ the warmth doesn't leave him, though - it stays. like a tiny, burning hearth in his chest. ] Dohter once shared her power with me, in order to save this world from its imminent destruction. Her gift was one of the many that guide our world.
...But, no. No... I see your light. Very well, then. Eunhyuk Lee, I behold unto thee my powers. I wish you a clear head and a faithful heart, my cleric. Your choices are yours to make.
[ the warmth in your chest flares, and power swirls through you. eunhyuk, you realize that you have classed into the abilities of a cleric. you innately recognize that you have gained the ability coerce - that is to say, you will be able to break down the mental weaknesses of townspeople to garner information from them you might not have found, before... so long as you are clever in your questioning. that's a pretty weird ability for a cleric to have... :coerce: much more like a cleric, you can also use your warmth and presence to guide lost lambs, should you find them, where they might join your party to help you in a time of great need.
you also find that you are deeply proficient in light based magic, as well as the healing arts, a skill you are innately capable of practicing. your healing spells can even revive the dead, so long as you get to them fast enough. you also find yourself carrying a staff, and know that if you are running low on magic, you might be able to whack someone to get it back.
additionally, you may find that your outfit has changed...? you get less variety than lucien but welcome to church, churchboy. you also have a bag of items that you did not have before! but you don't get to look at that until you've all been brought together. ]
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his eyes narrow slightly against the sudden wind, shoulders and body tensing when it feels swirls around him. he has no idea why the ‘voices of the wild’ would be relevant to someone like him, but— hunter?
it fits. in its own, cleverly twisted way. ]
To finish what she started.
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anyhow. the wind swirls around shu once more, inviting and friendly - it prods at his tense muscles, as the voice chuckles: ] You will not make a true shot with such tense muscles. Nevertheless. In search of an ending, Shu Lynn O'Keefe, I behold unto thee my powers. May your arrows and your path ever strike true, my hunter. Your choices are yours to make.
[ there's a noise like a rustle of leaves - then crackles into pure lightning, then blue flames leap free of the torch at the center of the room and land at shu's feet. the blue flames melt away, after a moment, leaving behind a black bird. the bird stares up at him, and then speaks to shu, and only to shu: A hunter has his companion, and I will be stalwart for you.
you understand innately that his name is Scarecrow. the others cannot understand his speech, but you can.
power swirls through you, and shu it is clear that you have classed into the abilities of a hunter. you realize that you have innately gained the ability: Befriend. using your wisdom (and animal handling), you are able to speak to any and all animals, though not all animals will be immediately friendly to you. additionally, should you like to, you have the ability to Provoke, or force someone into a battle using scarecrow's unique skills.
you have also gained the ability to fire a bow with remarkable accuracy, as well as axe based combat; to track animals; and to work with Scarecrow, who can provide an arcane attack in a moment of need. his abilities are based in wind, but his arcane blade can strike any weak point.
additionally, you may find that your outfit has changed some…? and, of course, that you are now sporting a pair of fluffy white cat ears and a tail, as well as sharper claws and sharp canine teeth. congratulations on being a catboy! ]
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a voice says, soft, maybe familiar - ] May the Sacred Flame guide you.
[ a pause. ]
...Or something like that.
[ fucking typical. but the blue light envelopes the room, and for a moment, eunhyuk in particular is completely enveloped in it - for the briefest of seconds, his form looks like it's made entirely of blue flame -
and then just like that you find yourselves somewhere new. ]