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imeeji_frontstage2022-08-07 12:02 pm
rosetograce) wrote in imeeji_frontstage2022-08-07 12:02 pm
Flowers of Heaven II: Star of Bethlehem
Who: lost(?) idols
Where: ???? a mysterious courtyard
When: day 490
[ You awaken to the feeling of cool stone at your back, and a night sky overhead.
All around is a courtyard—a wide circle of marble tile, alternating black and white, interspersed with stone benches and flowerbeds and ornamental trees, all lit by the lambent gleam of strangely vivid starlight.
It is beautiful. And it is decaying. The stone is cracked; the flowers wild and overflowing between the cracked stone; the trees bent and twisted with age, the ground around them littered with fallen fruit. There is a fountain in the center of this space, but it too is broken-down: the water sits stagnant, and nothing remains of the design except a basin and the shattered base of a once-golden sculpture.
—And surrounding it all are not walls, but dense mounds of kudzu, climbing over itself until it towers as high as any watchtower.
How did you get here?
The last thing you vaguely recall is a sudden fit of drowsiness. There’s no sign of any guide or host around, and your powers don’t currently work either. In fact, if you have any corruptions, whether mental or physical, they too are … gone? No, perhaps that's not quite it; you can still feel them—faint, like a phantom limb. Invisible, and unable to affect you.
But there is one notable exception to the rule: all wings, corruption-induced or not, remain in place, as natural as the starlight.
There are other idols around you, all waking up the same way. Is this meant to be some kind of game…? ]
Where: ???? a mysterious courtyard
When: day 490
[ You awaken to the feeling of cool stone at your back, and a night sky overhead.
All around is a courtyard—a wide circle of marble tile, alternating black and white, interspersed with stone benches and flowerbeds and ornamental trees, all lit by the lambent gleam of strangely vivid starlight.
It is beautiful. And it is decaying. The stone is cracked; the flowers wild and overflowing between the cracked stone; the trees bent and twisted with age, the ground around them littered with fallen fruit. There is a fountain in the center of this space, but it too is broken-down: the water sits stagnant, and nothing remains of the design except a basin and the shattered base of a once-golden sculpture.
—And surrounding it all are not walls, but dense mounds of kudzu, climbing over itself until it towers as high as any watchtower.
How did you get here?
The last thing you vaguely recall is a sudden fit of drowsiness. There’s no sign of any guide or host around, and your powers don’t currently work either. In fact, if you have any corruptions, whether mental or physical, they too are … gone? No, perhaps that's not quite it; you can still feel them—faint, like a phantom limb. Invisible, and unable to affect you.
But there is one notable exception to the rule: all wings, corruption-induced or not, remain in place, as natural as the starlight.
There are other idols around you, all waking up the same way. Is this meant to be some kind of game…? ]
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-- I've noticed that you haven't lost your ears and tail as some of the others have. I thought they suited you too well to be caused by this place.
Re: EXPLORE THE COURTYARD?
[ his tails and ears twitch at being mentioned... and the flames, well, they just continue to flicker like normal. ] You were right on the money then. My ears, tails, and horns are all a part of me~ I think I may have told you I'm part Godzilla, right? Well, the other part of me is Gazelle. [ and apparently all the godzilla stuff is recessive... you know how it is... ]
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I'm not familiar with Godzilla, but Gazelles I know -- or my world's version of them, anyway.
Do you like when people touch them? After asking, of course. [ he somehow thinks petting is a normal form of comfort and support, so ]
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I don't mind when people touch my ears, but my tail is off limits. If you'd like to pet my ears you can. And I promise the flames won't hurt. They'll even be warm to the touch!
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[ He first crooks his fingers through the flames, and then gently pet's Lala's ears. By the way his hand moves, he's very used to petting furry ears. ]
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[ he smiles, leaning into the touch, his ears twitching as the flames glow a bit brighter. they're warm, pleasantly so, and they definitely don't hurt or do any damage. ]
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They certainly suit you well. And they feel nice.
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Now let's keep poking around. There's got to be something worthwhile here, right?
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I'm right behind you! Or beside you, we'll see how wide the path is.