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whatever you were doing before this moment becomes irrelevant: one moment, you blink, and the next, you're standing at the top of a long set of stone stairs, in the middle of what looks like a cave. if you turn around, there's nothing to see behind you except for void. if you look forward, light from above shines down at the bottom of the stairs, and you can just see a halo of blue light in the center of what appears to be some sort of dais.
the stone structure of the dais is in the shape of an octagon. you hold a lantern in your hand, and if you make the descent, you might realize you aren't alone - there are three staircases, all leading to the center platform, and three people on this particular adventure.
viktor, shouxue, harley.
as you descend the stairs - assuming that you do, of course - you will find that this place feels quite sacred. it's hard to escape the just slightly oppressive aura of something holy and important that presses down on you as you reach the center of the dais. it isn't a bad feeling. it's warm. comforting, almost, like the hug of an old friend, like recognition of your abilities and your power, like a light in the darkness. in the very center of the dais sits a massive goblet structure: within that, a blue flame flickers, strong and true.
at each point of the octagonal dais stands a stone statue. they are worn with the sands of time, but their faces and poses are visible to you, and at their bases, words have been carved into the stone, readable by lantern light.
AELFRIC THE FLAMEBRINGER. - a bearded man in vestments, carrying a staff.
AEBER, PRINCE OF THIEVES. - a man with flowing hair, wielding a dagger.
ALEPHAN, THE SCHOLARKING. - a wizened man in robes, holding a book.
BIFELGAN, THE TRADER. - a man holding a set of scales.
BRAND, THE THUNDERBLADE. - a man with his hands on the hilt of an austere sword.
DOHTER, THE CHARITABLE. - a woman, holding up a jar
DRAEFENDI, THE HUNTRESS. - a woman with a spear.
SEALTICGE, LADY OF GRACE. - a woman in the midst of a graceful dance.
talk to each other, get your bearings, figure out what's going on? but know this: as you talk, you'll feel the urge to approach one of the statues. there is no hint to tell you which, no choice to be made for you - only the sensation that you are meant to examine one, as if it is your destiny.
which one calls to you, traveler?]
whatever you were doing before this moment becomes irrelevant: one moment, you blink, and the next, you're standing at the top of a long set of stone stairs, in the middle of what looks like a cave. if you turn around, there's nothing to see behind you except for void. if you look forward, light from above shines down at the bottom of the stairs, and you can just see a halo of blue light in the center of what appears to be some sort of dais.
the stone structure of the dais is in the shape of an octagon. you hold a lantern in your hand, and if you make the descent, you might realize you aren't alone - there are three staircases, all leading to the center platform, and three people on this particular adventure.
viktor, shouxue, harley.
as you descend the stairs - assuming that you do, of course - you will find that this place feels quite sacred. it's hard to escape the just slightly oppressive aura of something holy and important that presses down on you as you reach the center of the dais. it isn't a bad feeling. it's warm. comforting, almost, like the hug of an old friend, like recognition of your abilities and your power, like a light in the darkness. in the very center of the dais sits a massive goblet structure: within that, a blue flame flickers, strong and true.
at each point of the octagonal dais stands a stone statue. they are worn with the sands of time, but their faces and poses are visible to you, and at their bases, words have been carved into the stone, readable by lantern light.
AELFRIC THE FLAMEBRINGER. - a bearded man in vestments, carrying a staff.
AEBER, PRINCE OF THIEVES. - a man with flowing hair, wielding a dagger.
ALEPHAN, THE SCHOLARKING. - a wizened man in robes, holding a book.
BIFELGAN, THE TRADER. - a man holding a set of scales.
BRAND, THE THUNDERBLADE. - a man with his hands on the hilt of an austere sword.
DOHTER, THE CHARITABLE. - a woman, holding up a jar
DRAEFENDI, THE HUNTRESS. - a woman with a spear.
SEALTICGE, LADY OF GRACE. - a woman in the midst of a graceful dance.
talk to each other, get your bearings, figure out what's going on? but know this: as you talk, you'll feel the urge to approach one of the statues. there is no hint to tell you which, no choice to be made for you - only the sensation that you are meant to examine one, as if it is your destiny.
which one calls to you, traveler?]
Edited 2024-03-24 23:12 (UTC)
[Well, having the entire embodiment of yourself strangled by holy just makes him think he's really dead for sure. He raises the lantern, squinting. Liu Shouxue doesn't surprise him, naturally. This place does. Harley definitely does.
He starts at the bottom of the stairs.]
...Harley?
[WH-- It dawns on him that he may not be dead, but only because he knows this has happened before. A strange place, and life and death.
He does not have a crutch or even the stand-in cane, but his walk isn't too bad when he wanders to look, awed, at the statues. His eyes linger on Alephan.]
Have you ever seen this place before?
He starts at the bottom of the stairs.]
...Harley?
[WH-- It dawns on him that he may not be dead, but only because he knows this has happened before. A strange place, and life and death.
He does not have a crutch or even the stand-in cane, but his walk isn't too bad when he wanders to look, awed, at the statues. His eyes linger on Alephan.]
Have you ever seen this place before?
[ there is a sense of weariness as she walks down these stairs. she has no idea what's going on or happening, but when she sees harley and Viktor, she frowns. she's talked to enough people to have a small inkling.
the comfort and warmth of this sacred place is not lost on shouxue. it is discomfiting in its own way. she glances at the statues and looks away even as she's pulled towards one. ]
None of this is familiar. Do either of you feel as if you should approach one of the statues?
the comfort and warmth of this sacred place is not lost on shouxue. it is discomfiting in its own way. she glances at the statues and looks away even as she's pulled towards one. ]
None of this is familiar. Do either of you feel as if you should approach one of the statues?
[there's no danger here, it seems - the gods are present, watching, and they so very much want you to be safe. it's a sanctuary, almost violently protective of the three people who have started to make their way down. 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. draefendi, for shouxue. alephan, for viktor. and sealticge, for harley.
do you take the invitation?]
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. draefendi, for shouxue. alephan, for viktor. and sealticge, for harley.
do you take the invitation?]
[i am so concerned by both of your metatexts.
harley is lowkey wondering if she is losing what few marbles she had left or if this is just, you know, just another day ending in y on the eudora. thank you.
a little emotionally sweaty:] ... Hiiii. Long time no see.
[she takes a step forward, squinting at the statue and the bright blue flame in the center, though not quite approaching either yet.]
So, yeah, this is definitely new. Loving the dancer's vibes. Though I get the feeling now that it's less because she looks great and more because some fucked up shit's about to go down.
harley is lowkey wondering if she is losing what few marbles she had left or if this is just, you know, just another day ending in y on the eudora. thank you.
a little emotionally sweaty:] ... Hiiii. Long time no see.
[she takes a step forward, squinting at the statue and the bright blue flame in the center, though not quite approaching either yet.]
So, yeah, this is definitely new. Loving the dancer's vibes. Though I get the feeling now that it's less because she looks great and more because some fucked up shit's about to go down.
Yes...
[He steps up to Alephan, raising the lantern a bit higher so he can see Alephan's very auspicious oooooooooo the wizard face. He is not sure why he has the urge to gravitate toward it, but he accepts it for some reason. Like when you know you have to do what you have to do.
Also, he's too stupid of a curious boy not to reach his free hand out to carefully touch the Alephan statue.
The vibes had been calm, protective, and sanctuary, so sure it's fine if he touches this thing.]
[He steps up to Alephan, raising the lantern a bit higher so he can see Alephan's very auspicious oooooooooo the wizard face. He is not sure why he has the urge to gravitate toward it, but he accepts it for some reason. Like when you know you have to do what you have to do.
Also, he's too stupid of a curious boy not to reach his free hand out to carefully touch the Alephan statue.
The vibes had been calm, protective, and sanctuary, so sure it's fine if he touches this thing.]
[ does anyone have any of their marbles left after being on the eudora?
she's no stranger to the fierce protective feeling of something holy, of something divine. it is not the same as what she knows, but it's adjacent enough. she knows there is little worth in fighting it, in the end. ]
If only this were a dream, but you are likely right, Harley.
[ there's going to be some fucked up shit that's about to go down.
she walks up to the statue of draefendi, looking it over closely. this may or may not be fine, but it may as well happen. ]
she's no stranger to the fierce protective feeling of something holy, of something divine. it is not the same as what she knows, but it's adjacent enough. she knows there is little worth in fighting it, in the end. ]
If only this were a dream, but you are likely right, Harley.
[ there's going to be some fucked up shit that's about to go down.
she walks up to the statue of draefendi, looking it over closely. this may or may not be fine, but it may as well happen. ]
[eh. marbles are overrated.
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.
shouxue - when you step up to the statue of draefendi, you hear a voice in your head. it's quiet and cool, like the breeze. it's like standing in the middle of a lush green forest, looking for your prey. it is soft, and wry.]
O chosen hunter... I grant upon you my powers, and my skills. Use them wisely as you traverse through the lands of Solistia. I ask of you, kindle the flame. In your life: what is it that you seek?
[harley - when you step up to the statue of sealticge, you feel a warm presence, and a voice in your head. it feels as if you’ve been embraced: a playful, invisible hand tips your chin up, gentle, and the voice is almost singsong when it speaks.]
O chosen dancer... I grant upon you my powers and my skills. Use them wisely to support your fellow travelers, as you traverse the lands of Solistia. I ask of you, kindle the flame. In your life: what is it that you seek?
[viktor - when you step up to the statue of aelphan, there's the smell of books, old dusty libraries. there's a surge of focus, of the lightning strike before a new idea, the flame of passionate research, the cool icy logic of debate. the voice is rough, short.]
O chosen scholar... I grant you my powers, and my skills. Use them wisely to support your fellow travelers, as you traverse the lands of Solistia. I ask of you, kindle the flame. In your life: what is it that you seek?
[there's a whisper, here. a sense. a one or two word answer would likely suffice.
what do you want, throné? a voice whispers, behind the voice of the gods.]
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.
shouxue - when you step up to the statue of draefendi, you hear a voice in your head. it's quiet and cool, like the breeze. it's like standing in the middle of a lush green forest, looking for your prey. it is soft, and wry.]
O chosen hunter... I grant upon you my powers, and my skills. Use them wisely as you traverse through the lands of Solistia. I ask of you, kindle the flame. In your life: what is it that you seek?
[harley - when you step up to the statue of sealticge, you feel a warm presence, and a voice in your head. it feels as if you’ve been embraced: a playful, invisible hand tips your chin up, gentle, and the voice is almost singsong when it speaks.]
O chosen dancer... I grant upon you my powers and my skills. Use them wisely to support your fellow travelers, as you traverse the lands of Solistia. I ask of you, kindle the flame. In your life: what is it that you seek?
[viktor - when you step up to the statue of aelphan, there's the smell of books, old dusty libraries. there's a surge of focus, of the lightning strike before a new idea, the flame of passionate research, the cool icy logic of debate. the voice is rough, short.]
O chosen scholar... I grant you my powers, and my skills. Use them wisely to support your fellow travelers, as you traverse the lands of Solistia. I ask of you, kindle the flame. In your life: what is it that you seek?
[there's a whisper, here. a sense. a one or two word answer would likely suffice.
what do you want, throné? a voice whispers, behind the voice of the gods.]
[this truly might as well happen.
well. hope this won't become relevant later. because while she's squinting at that second voice in her head, the first thing that comes out of her mouth, without any real thought behind it, is—]
To get back home to Ive without ending up in a casket first? [... mumbled almost, like, duh. this should be obvious!! and then she actually thinks about what she just said and she glances at the other two.] ... Uh, no offense.
well. hope this won't become relevant later. because while she's squinting at that second voice in her head, the first thing that comes out of her mouth, without any real thought behind it, is—]
To get back home to Ive without ending up in a casket first? [... mumbled almost, like, duh. this should be obvious!! and then she actually thinks about what she just said and she glances at the other two.] ... Uh, no offense.
[This could be a dream, he guesses. This is so damn wild it could very well be a dream.
His brows furrow at the whispering voice behind the rough and short one bestowing him with philosophical inquiries. Throné? Did he hear that right...? He peers up into Alephan's face. How does he answer this without it immediately being To not die? What person just says that?
...
He glances briefly in Harley's direction, expression momentarily flat. THANKS, GIRL. Driving home the answer here. He looks back at the statue, thinking it over.]
...To create what improves lives.
His brows furrow at the whispering voice behind the rough and short one bestowing him with philosophical inquiries. Throné? Did he hear that right...? He peers up into Alephan's face. How does he answer this without it immediately being To not die? What person just says that?
...
He glances briefly in Harley's direction, expression momentarily flat. THANKS, GIRL. Driving home the answer here. He looks back at the statue, thinking it over.]
...To create what improves lives.
[ harley is so valid. shouxue isn't offended at all, and she shake her head to indicate that. they already know you want to live, viktor. your dying message is seared into shouxue's memory.
hearing throné makes her pause. the voice asking her what she seeks also makes her pause.
she has immediate answers. freedom. atonement. her own life. to save others. ]
Peace for others.
hearing throné makes her pause. the voice asking her what she seeks also makes her pause.
she has immediate answers. freedom. atonement. her own life. to save others. ]
Peace for others.
[idk why i did that out of order the first time anyway
that singsong voice that spoke to you, harley, laughs. a trill, sweet and almost performative, like an actor on a stage. power swirls though you, and the voice speaks:]
Home. A wonderful goal. Then... Harley. In search of home, I behold unto thee my powers. I wish you luck, darling. Your choices are yours to make.
[and you'll find that you have the abilities of a dancer! you innately realize that you have learned the abilities allure + entreat. using your charm and charisma, you can convince people to follow you and aid you in times of need, or to give you items you might want from them without much trouble at all.
you have additionally gained proficiency with daggers, and the ability to cast wind magic. you also know instinctively that your dances can be used to support your teammates - to buff them in a variety of manners. however you want to do this, let me know! and also, your outfit has changed - it can either be this, or anything that you might think a dancer would wear.]
--
[viktor - the voice you heard, curt and steady, speaks to you. it seems pleased with your answer.]
Creation of a better world. A lofty goal. Then... Viktor. In search of creation, I behold unto thee my powers. I wish you luck. Your choices are yours to make.
[power swirls through you, and you realize you have been blessed with the power of a scholar. you innately realize that you have learned the abilities scrutinize + mug. by using your quick wits and sharp focus, you can see information about places and people that others might not notice. the other one i feel like is self explanatory. you... you can mug someone. you can steal their items or just knock them the fuck out if you want. how? be creative.
you've gained proficiency with staffs, and the ability to cast fire, ice, and thunder magic. your magic is offensively used, though i'm sure you'll find a way to be creative. additionally, your outfit has changed - you are wearing the outfit on the left (yes the chain included) or something you might think a scholar would wear.]
--
[shouxue - the voice you heard, wise and knowing, whispers:]
Peace. What all hunters desire. Then... Shouxue. In search of peace, I behold unto thee my powers. I wish you luck, apprentice. Your choices are yours to make.
[power swirls through you, and shouxue, it is clear that you have classed into the abilities of a hunter. you realize that you have innately gained the ability: befriend + provoke. 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. you can also use those animals to pick fights with people in order for them to give you stuff, or distract them.
you have also gained the ability to fire a bow with remarkable accuracy; to track animals; and to work with your new animal companion - an animal of your choosing, who can provide an arcane attack in a moment of need. his or her abilities are based in shadow, but her arcane blade can strike any weak point.
additionally, you're now wearing this or anything you might think a hunter would wear. also, you have animal ears and a tail! beastling time.
gives you a turn to react to this]
that singsong voice that spoke to you, harley, laughs. a trill, sweet and almost performative, like an actor on a stage. power swirls though you, and the voice speaks:]
Home. A wonderful goal. Then... Harley. In search of home, I behold unto thee my powers. I wish you luck, darling. Your choices are yours to make.
[and you'll find that you have the abilities of a dancer! you innately realize that you have learned the abilities allure + entreat. using your charm and charisma, you can convince people to follow you and aid you in times of need, or to give you items you might want from them without much trouble at all.
you have additionally gained proficiency with daggers, and the ability to cast wind magic. you also know instinctively that your dances can be used to support your teammates - to buff them in a variety of manners. however you want to do this, let me know! and also, your outfit has changed - it can either be this, or anything that you might think a dancer would wear.]
--
[viktor - the voice you heard, curt and steady, speaks to you. it seems pleased with your answer.]
Creation of a better world. A lofty goal. Then... Viktor. In search of creation, I behold unto thee my powers. I wish you luck. Your choices are yours to make.
[power swirls through you, and you realize you have been blessed with the power of a scholar. you innately realize that you have learned the abilities scrutinize + mug. by using your quick wits and sharp focus, you can see information about places and people that others might not notice. the other one i feel like is self explanatory. you... you can mug someone. you can steal their items or just knock them the fuck out if you want. how? be creative.
you've gained proficiency with staffs, and the ability to cast fire, ice, and thunder magic. your magic is offensively used, though i'm sure you'll find a way to be creative. additionally, your outfit has changed - you are wearing the outfit on the left (yes the chain included) or something you might think a scholar would wear.]
--
[shouxue - the voice you heard, wise and knowing, whispers:]
Peace. What all hunters desire. Then... Shouxue. In search of peace, I behold unto thee my powers. I wish you luck, apprentice. Your choices are yours to make.
[power swirls through you, and shouxue, it is clear that you have classed into the abilities of a hunter. you realize that you have innately gained the ability: befriend + provoke. 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. you can also use those animals to pick fights with people in order for them to give you stuff, or distract them.
you have also gained the ability to fire a bow with remarkable accuracy; to track animals; and to work with your new animal companion - an animal of your choosing, who can provide an arcane attack in a moment of need. his or her abilities are based in shadow, but her arcane blade can strike any weak point.
additionally, you're now wearing this or anything you might think a hunter would wear. also, you have animal ears and a tail! beastling time.
gives you a turn to react to this]
[THAT OUTFIT IS SO CUTE... sadly i must go with the primrose version of the dancer outfit because it's more on brand.
anyway, i'm sorry to say that her reaction to this is to start shaking her butt, causing the decorations around her hips to start jingling. jingle, jingle, jingle.]
Oh, shit, my ass looks amazing in this. Hey, guys, what d'you— [she looks up to see viktor and shouxue. pauses.] ... Does Shouxue have a tail?
anyway, i'm sorry to say that her reaction to this is to start shaking her butt, causing the decorations around her hips to start jingling. jingle, jingle, jingle.]
Oh, shit, my ass looks amazing in this. Hey, guys, what d'you— [she looks up to see viktor and shouxue. pauses.] ... Does Shouxue have a tail?
[Viktor mugging.............
He is wearing the given clothes, except the opposite is happening: instead of everything being too large, they are now, like, one or two inches too short. He looks stupid. The titties are out, and he is too skinny, but has very endearing moles here and there like the ones on his face which he wished no one else could see actually.
The collar is very disconcerting actually, he does not like it.]
........
[He turns around, a bit mortified, to look at the other two probably right around the time Harley decides to twerk, AND THE IMMEDIACY IN WHICH HE AVERTS HIS EYES POLITELY. Oh--he is surprised by Shouxue's furrification, but thankfully he can look at her without getting embarrassed.]
Wolf girl...
[Don't just say this.]
He is wearing the given clothes, except the opposite is happening: instead of everything being too large, they are now, like, one or two inches too short. He looks stupid. The titties are out, and he is too skinny, but has very endearing moles here and there like the ones on his face which he wished no one else could see actually.
The collar is very disconcerting actually, he does not like it.]
........
[He turns around, a bit mortified, to look at the other two probably right around the time Harley decides to twerk, AND THE IMMEDIACY IN WHICH HE AVERTS HIS EYES POLITELY. Oh--he is surprised by Shouxue's furrification, but thankfully he can look at her without getting embarrassed.]
Wolf girl...
[Don't just say this.]
[ don't just say this!
she will wear the given outfit, but it will take getting used to because her clothes don't usually expose that much skin. the ears and the tails are even more disorienting. ]
Why? What?
[ they are now wolf ears and tail because viktor spoke it into existence. ]
Why did we all change like this?
[ why is she the only one who has more changes than clothes??? hello????
she experimentally tries to swish her tail. also, does she still have her human ears or are they gone now? ]
she will wear the given outfit, but it will take getting used to because her clothes don't usually expose that much skin. the ears and the tails are even more disorienting. ]
Why? What?
[ they are now wolf ears and tail because viktor spoke it into existence. ]
Why did we all change like this?
[ why is she the only one who has more changes than clothes??? hello????
she experimentally tries to swish her tail. also, does she still have her human ears or are they gone now? ]
[her human ears are gone ONLY ONE SET PURIST
as you figure out your powers and your path actions, the blue flame in the center of the room flickers, and then bursts - burns more hotly than before, like an acceptance of your abilities. it curls down off of the brazier, and blue flame in the shape of footprints lead back up the stairs.
the gods are with you. you are chosen. when you're ready, follow.]
as you figure out your powers and your path actions, the blue flame in the center of the room flickers, and then bursts - burns more hotly than before, like an acceptance of your abilities. it curls down off of the brazier, and blue flame in the shape of footprints lead back up the stairs.
the gods are with you. you are chosen. when you're ready, follow.]
Wolf girl...
[don't just repeat it?
while shouxue is subjected to furry purism, harley watches the blue flames creep up the stairs.]
Not very subtle, that blue flame. Should we...?
[she points a thumb at the stairs. once again, this might as well happen.]
[don't just repeat it?
while shouxue is subjected to furry purism, harley watches the blue flames creep up the stairs.]
Not very subtle, that blue flame. Should we...?
[she points a thumb at the stairs. once again, this might as well happen.]
[Damn, he subjected her to wolf girl purism.
He flinches ever so slightly when the flame just erupts. Yes, thank you, guiding flame. His eyes watch it tip-toe on up the stares, bewildered because this is the magic he has never seen before despite studying its basics.]
The... gods... willed it, I guess?
[WHY DOES HE FEEL THE NEED TO SAY THIS HE THINKS IT'S WEIRD he's an atheist]
Ladies first.
He flinches ever so slightly when the flame just erupts. Yes, thank you, guiding flame. His eyes watch it tip-toe on up the stares, bewildered because this is the magic he has never seen before despite studying its basics.]
The... gods... willed it, I guess?
[WHY DOES HE FEEL THE NEED TO SAY THIS HE THINKS IT'S WEIRD he's an atheist]
Ladies first.
[for a moment, what you see is this - a glitch, almost, like a screen being shown to you.
and then the screen vanishes. and you are in a city! you know it to be New Delsta, the place you grew up in. you've been here your whole life, right? it's weird, though, because as you almost... load in, something strange happens to viktor and shouxue. for a moment, the two of you are made of that blue flame, burning and see through. only for a moment, though, and then you are solid and flesh once more.
in any case. you've been here your whole life, and you've lived as a blacksnake for just as long. all three of you are orphans, gathered together under Mother and Father's roof. you steal, you kill, and you clean up messes, and you have since you were six years old. you have thought about running away quite a bit, but... you can't. there is a collar around your neck, and you know that it is full of fatal, instant poison that will drop you dead in seconds if you try to force it off.
(viktor has two collars, the shackle and the blacksnake collar, which i think is funny.)
the three of you have known each other for a very long time. you've probably grown up together, been on jobs together. this is routine. violent nights leading to hollow mornings, a cycle, over and over. you are too scared of what mother and father might do to you to leave. but lately... lately, you've started to think about what you might have to do to earn your freedom.
but that isn't important now. what is important is father has a job for you, which means you need to go inside the parlor and speak with him. you are standing outside said building, looking up at it.
will you go inside?]
Your name isand you are a thief. Your tale begins in a thrilling city in the Brightlands.
You are a member of the Blacksnakes, a thieves guild that controls the city from the shadows. Your job is to steal... and clean.
You are on your way to meet Father, who has a job for you. But you are wary... you never know when someone may be waiting to stab you in the back.
and then the screen vanishes. and you are in a city! you know it to be New Delsta, the place you grew up in. you've been here your whole life, right? it's weird, though, because as you almost... load in, something strange happens to viktor and shouxue. for a moment, the two of you are made of that blue flame, burning and see through. only for a moment, though, and then you are solid and flesh once more.
in any case. you've been here your whole life, and you've lived as a blacksnake for just as long. all three of you are orphans, gathered together under Mother and Father's roof. you steal, you kill, and you clean up messes, and you have since you were six years old. you have thought about running away quite a bit, but... you can't. there is a collar around your neck, and you know that it is full of fatal, instant poison that will drop you dead in seconds if you try to force it off.
(viktor has two collars, the shackle and the blacksnake collar, which i think is funny.)
the three of you have known each other for a very long time. you've probably grown up together, been on jobs together. this is routine. violent nights leading to hollow mornings, a cycle, over and over. you are too scared of what mother and father might do to you to leave. but lately... lately, you've started to think about what you might have to do to earn your freedom.
but that isn't important now. what is important is father has a job for you, which means you need to go inside the parlor and speak with him. you are standing outside said building, looking up at it.
will you go inside?]
[octopath doesn't think about ages and we are now assigned tragic shared childhood backstory.
harley places a hand over the collar, which looking at her outfit is probably at least partially concealed by all the jewelry she's wearing. she's too busy getting jumpscared by the glitching to notice whatever the heck just happened to the other two. and for now, she doesn't move from her spot right in front of the parlor doors.]
The hell...? Did you see that?
harley places a hand over the collar, which looking at her outfit is probably at least partially concealed by all the jewelry she's wearing. she's too busy getting jumpscared by the glitching to notice whatever the heck just happened to the other two. and for now, she doesn't move from her spot right in front of the parlor doors.]
The hell...? Did you see that?
[Which one is worse: being mysterious blue flame after porting in randomly, or having both a BDSM collar and a Battle Royale one at the same time?
He exchanges a glance with Shouxue, and then gets brain blasted with the most Young Royce backstory ever.]
Do you think he'll be really mad if we're late?
[HELP, he has already become A S S I M I L A T E D.]
He exchanges a glance with Shouxue, and then gets brain blasted with the most Young Royce backstory ever.]
Do you think he'll be really mad if we're late?
[HELP, he has already become A S S I M I L A T E D.]
[ she has no chance to answer harley before she, too, is A S S I M I L A T E D.
she glances at viktor, who she's now known for all her life. ]
You should know he won't be kind, if we are. We should see what he wants.
[ she is going to try to enter unless either of them tries to stop her. ]
she glances at viktor, who she's now known for all her life. ]
You should know he won't be kind, if we are. We should see what he wants.
[ she is going to try to enter unless either of them tries to stop her. ]
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