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alectryon / cats / epona
You appear in a near-empty room. But you are not alone—your team is here, and another. Mirrors line the walls on all sides. Reflected in those mirrors are--
Not you.
Flickering in and out of the mirrors are images: flashes of reds, blues, greens; trees and fields and water; faces you know – all of the "reflections" are images of Kyriakos as you know it.
But it seems so far away—covered in a thick layer of grime.
Those of you whose mirrors are in danger of fading away on the outside know instinctively that you can't simply return. At least, not as you are in your current state. Anyone who looks at them will notice that their forms seem somehow insubstantial, almost see-through. More over: you feel emptied of something, something essential. Whatever it is that makes you care, that keeps you tethered to your very existence has weakened—is in fact failing.
Those of you in the room not in danger of losing yourself understand already that you must aid these people in finding both a new source of strength, new, stronger connections – and clearing the way back home.
Not you.
Flickering in and out of the mirrors are images: flashes of reds, blues, greens; trees and fields and water; faces you know – all of the "reflections" are images of Kyriakos as you know it.
But it seems so far away—covered in a thick layer of grime.
Those of you whose mirrors are in danger of fading away on the outside know instinctively that you can't simply return. At least, not as you are in your current state. Anyone who looks at them will notice that their forms seem somehow insubstantial, almost see-through. More over: you feel emptied of something, something essential. Whatever it is that makes you care, that keeps you tethered to your very existence has weakened—is in fact failing.
Those of you in the room not in danger of losing yourself understand already that you must aid these people in finding both a new source of strength, new, stronger connections – and clearing the way back home.
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What in the world prompted you to go after such a thing?
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( what? you need a better explanation? )
Back home, I cut through stuff like that all the time. Bigger and meaner stuff. Even here, I'm wielded to tear through monsters, so I thought this would be fine like every other time. But it cracked me.
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I don't mean to sound like I don't believe you, because I can't imagine you've any reason to lie [ I mean, you could be a filthy chuuni, but...! ], but... A sword?
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( how does one explain. )
I'm not a human. I'm a spirit. One who serves a god as his weapon and his guide. If he calls for me, I turn into dual swords and together we can cut through anything. Even stuff that isn't tangible like memories or relationships.
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Let's hear it.
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If I were you, and a weapon of a god that could cut through even intangible things, I imagine that being cracked by anything would leave me feeling incredibly vulnerable, and scared of what could hurt me next.
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No. You're right. I'm fucking terrified.
But my strength and sharpness is based on confidence, so—
( gotta fake it until i make it. )
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Well, if it helps... This realm seems to be horribly unfair all around, so I have confidence it wasn't anything on your part.
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( leaving out a lot of details here. for sake of not complicating it. )
But we won that. This too. So, maybe it's a learning experience. . .?
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