soulping | 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.

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Just shut up and drink in my hatred. [She's holding it up, face firmly in palm.]

Oh sorry, I thought I was already engaged it that activity.

[taking the chalice and taking a sip as he holds out his own with the other hand]

[>DrinK.]

[ As you exchange and drink the liquid offered to you by Kiiro, you experience visions or thoughts and feelings, not your own. They are the things that Kiiro DESPISES about themselves or that bring them SELF DOUBT, and you can feel all that anger or uncertainty directed at the you-that-isn't you. Perhaps you should say something to them...? ]

[Hoo boy. You get overwhelming self-loathing from Kiiro on a few levels. There's the part of him that's still a Heroic Spirit, that isn't human and has had their humanity eroded away by generations of being called upon as a symbol, as a myth, as something greater. That part feels that everything about Kyriakos is beneath them and that this place has made them weaker. Brought them down and closer to earth again in a way that a Heroic Spirit ought never to allow themselves to falter. It's strange because there's a twisted pride to having defied his mystical programming but it's undercut by the idea that he's a failure. Which leads to the next layer: That he isn't even a Heroic Spirit but a monstrous, half-aborted attempt at the glorious incarnation he was intended to be. That the him everyone in Kyriakos knows is incomplete and that a higher level of completion might've just been him serving his purposes as a monster, then dying as a monster against the magical girls of his world. Underneath all of that is a harsh, needling voice (his own) telling him that he's weakened himself being here. Opening up. Wanting to be human again. Wanting to share experiences with others. Wanting to care for others without the guarantee of their obedience. Wanting to control or possess the ones he loves, to protect and cherish them... But also to own them and know that they're his and cannot leave or be lost to him like... Like so many things have, unacceptably. It goes on and on. He hates his humanity and he hates his lack of humanity. All aspects of himself are insufficient compared to what they should be.]

[Wow holy shit bro.]

[This is some nervous laughter.]

Okay, I don't know how to process half of these feelings..? But this place does that to you. Even if you can't help it, you wind up finding someone you like.

But... uh... controlling people like that at least needs a safeword.

[uh yeah he literally has not voluntarily shared in Kyr to date so there is.... A LOT to parse out]

If you were able to adequately process these feelings you would be--Well you wouldn't be you, I can say that much. It's probably for the best you can't perfectly relate to my experiences either way.

[re: safeword remarks...] I know it isn't the sort of thing that's acceptable in such explicit terms so I just... don't express those viewpoints or wants. [he looks genuinely guilty about feeling them though]

Well, I mean... I'm kind of a kinkster myself. There's nothing wrong with the desire itself, if you're making sure you only express it with people who are into that?

[tilting his head back and forth]

This seems like the sort of thing I should probably ask for more information about when my existence isn't up in the air. We should circle back to this though.

Sounds like a plan.

[Gonna explain kink to a kid.]

[actually that would be terrible if she didn't know he wasn't really a kid.]

[yeah he's really glad that people are slowly coming around to him not actually being a teenaged boy but something super arcane, talking about it was the right move]

[Lilac was a literal goddess that she's still not sure is ancient or like three. Iota is supposedly five but have you seen dat booty and also she's an AI.]

[who even knows, Pearl is getting used to this weird age shit.]

Edited 2016-03-19 04:25 (UTC)

[ As you exchange and drink the liquid offered to you by Pearl, you experience visions or thoughts and feelings, not your own. They are the things that Pearl DESPISES about themselves or that bring them SELF DOUBT, and you can feel all that anger or uncertainty directed at the you-that-isn't you. Perhaps you should say something to them...? ]

Edited (SORRY I konw who I'm tagging... maybe...) 2016-03-19 03:40 (UTC)

[ahahahahahahahaha]

[She's a failure. She can't do anything right. She has to rely on people when she knows she can't. She cares too much. She should be aloof. She should always play the winning side. She shouldn't like anyone--that always just hurts. Failure. Coward. Liar. Laughing at everything instead of being serious. You can't even be serious for two seconds unless the world is literally ending, and even then you can't. You can't even be a pervert right. You're so wishy-washy. Like a joke character. You're the joke character in the fighting game of life.]

[...there's more. Plenty more.]

[wow we have way too much in common (being the joke character and being the unintended wild card shares some baggage, huh?). he isn't sure what to say so he just uses the hand not holding a chalice to reach up and pat her shoulder, height difference be damned]

[She grins just a bit, putting her hand on his.]

Gotta' say. I knew you were an asshole.

Didn't know we were the same type of asshole.

[laughs outright because that right there? that's funny]

Not at all what I would have guessed either, but this place has a way of showing you things you don't expect, right?

Damn right.

You better not go vanishing on me, blondie. I'll have to register a complaint with the universe.

I'm sure there's paperwork for that.

[giving a look that says he'll stick around though]

Then it's a good thing I brought a spare ballpoint pen.

I'll fill it out in triplicate.

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