❁ Characters have access to all of their canon powers, as well as all of their purchased imeeji powers. ❁ Phones work! You can't contact people outside of the ideal world, but you can contact other characters in the same session as you, plus access your phone camera, apps, the internet, etc etc. ❁ Feel free to tag other characters in the same session as you or run solo, either is fine.
Characters innately know two things: ❁ Their objective is to show Ao that it's better for her if she leaves, and help her return to Tokyo-F. ❁ Death in this world is permanent. If you die, you don’t get another chance. If Ao dies, her spirit stays in this realm.
It's green and vast and calming. There's a pleasant breeze passing by, carrying the smell of wildflowers and the voices of an adult and a child a short distance away, tossing a long bone back and forth as a sheepdog chases after it, to and fro between them.
Past them looms the skeletal remains of a ruined modern skyscraper, overgrown with vines.
Just a little ways behind you is a small, plain wooden house. The wood isn't treated, or even sanded down; it looks like it was made using little more than an axe and a knife. There's a hole carved out of the door for a handle. ]
[ It’s already pretty apparent even at a distance thanks to the tattoos, and it only becomes clearer up close that the child - teenager, really - is just a younger-looking, much smaller Challah. She can throw the bone a lot further than the man opposite her, who keeps coming up short and also isn’t very good at catching it in return even when she tosses it right to him. In spite of this, he’s laughing a lot, like he’s having a great time. Visually, they make an odd, mismatched pair; the man is in a bright purple quilted windbreaker over a graphic tee of some kind, sweatpants, and very comfortable-looking sneakers, while Challah Small is barefoot, in just a simple tunic.
The man looks to be somewhere in his twenties, maybe, but it's hard to place age with confidence because he also seems pretty sickly; his complexion isn't good, and he's way too skinny, next to no muscle definition as far as the eye can see. The distance he can manage to toss the bone gets progressively smaller, until he seems to have tired himself out so much that his laughing morphs into a wheeze and the bone drops from his fingers. Challah Small hurries over to take his arm and help him sit down in the grass. With the game of catch-slash-fetch coming to an end, the dog comes to their side, too. ]
[ It’s already pretty apparent even at a distance thanks to the tattoos, and it only becomes clearer up close that the child - teenager, really - is just a younger-looking, much smaller Challah. She can throw the bone a lot further than the man opposite her, who keeps coming up short and also isn’t very good at catching it in return even when she tosses it right to him. In spite of this, he’s laughing a lot, like he’s having a great time. Visually, they make an odd, mismatched pair; the man is in a bright purple quilted windbreaker over a graphic tee of some kind, sweatpants, and very comfortable-looking sneakers, while Challah Small is barefoot, in just a simple tunic.
The man looks to be somewhere in his twenties, maybe, but it's hard to place age with confidence because he also seems pretty sickly; his complexion isn't good, and he's way too skinny, next to no muscle definition as far as the eye can see. The distance he can manage to toss the bone gets progressively smaller, until he seems to have tired himself out so much that his laughing morphs into a wheeze and the bone drops from his fingers. Challah Small hurries over to take his arm and help him sit down in the grass. With the game of catch-slash-fetch coming to an end, the dog comes to their side, too. ]
well, that's a cute scene. still, he should try to find ao—this is her dream after all, not challah's
looking around every direction, taking everything in.
canon powers does mean he has access to revelation but also revelation is kinda whack so like. will the gm allow lucifel to gut instinct which is the most straightforward or otherwise best path to ao ]
There was a plaque by the door declaring the name of this building, but it's illegible now, half-ruined and half-veiled by greenery. Inside, you find what used to be a wide lobby with high ceilings. There are stands dotted across the floor, some of them still mostly intact; it looks like they might have once held artifacts on display, but every glass case atop of them has been shattered and whatever was inside taken. A visitor's desk is half crushed beneath rubble from the floor above. In some places, there are craters in the floors or gaping holes in the wall that looks like something smashed through with brute force; in other places, there are char marks and ash as if there were fires and explosions. All throughout, sprouting from cracks in the construction and holes from the destruction alike to overtake every available surface are vines, weeds, flowers, shrubbery, even a tree grown so tall it threatens to push through the ceiling to the floor above.
The door to the stairwell has been ripped off its hinges, but the stairs inside look usably intact. There are only stairs going up, even though the empty elevator shaft nearby clearly goes down. ]
[ as you walk in, with Solomon gazing about from where he's held in your arms, he starts reciting, like some kind of overly energetic advertising pamphlet: ]
The Harel Research Institute was founded in ■■■■ A.D. by the Harel family with the dream of harnessing the magical properties of old world artifacts. Though their original goal was magic, over time, they renounced superstition for evidence and truth, and became a reputable school of science and history. From there, their focus expanded into all kinds of fields of study, and they gained an especially esteemed reputation in the areas of archaeology and bioengineering. This unique combination led to their greatest public achievement, when in ■■■■ A.D. they obtained and successfully cloned the long-lost remains of the ancient King Solomon of Israel.
After that, this and that happened, so I guess since they didn't have the time to spare to grow another clone from infancy, they decided to resort to a different method. Instead of physical remains, they found traces of blessing of protection placed on Cain by God, and used that along with some other relevant materials as the vectors to create a spiritual reconstruction of Cain. Things went really wrong with Cain, so they must have thought they needed a better one, so they used the earth cursed by the blood of Abel, and created Abel. And so on and so forth, with a few other names.
Since the institute doesn't study magic in the public eye, just like they're not a military operation in the public eye, Solomon's cloning was the only public project out of all of them, and the Institute didn't really want the rest of them to know who they themselves were, so instead of calling them "Cain" and "Abel," they gave them the designations "Reaper" and "Shepherd."
[ he seems to lose a bit of steam as he goes. there's something of a sadness about him, by the end. ]
Well, but I still call them Cain and Abel. Don't you think those sound more like proper names?
I never thought to ask them about it like that. Although, I don't think Cain would really give me a straight answer if I did. Actually, it's always bothered me a little that I'm "Solomon," since I'm not actually "King Solomon of Israel," the way they are "Cain and Abel."
The cloning? Well, there were a few reasons for the first one. Prestige, power, and so on... And then I turned against them, so they needed weapons and shields against me.
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GUIDELINES
❁ Phones work! You can't contact people outside of the ideal world, but you can contact other characters in the same session as you, plus access your phone camera, apps, the internet, etc etc.
❁ Feel free to tag other characters in the same session as you or run solo, either is fine.
Characters innately know two things:
❁ Their objective is to show Ao that it's better for her if she leaves, and help her return to Tokyo-F.
❁ Death in this world is permanent. If you die, you don’t get another chance. If Ao dies, her spirit stays in this realm.
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It's green and vast and calming. There's a pleasant breeze passing by, carrying the smell of wildflowers and the voices of an adult and a child a short distance away, tossing a long bone back and forth as a sheepdog chases after it, to and fro between them.
Past them looms the skeletal remains of a ruined modern skyscraper, overgrown with vines.
Just a little ways behind you is a small, plain wooden house. The wood isn't treated, or even sanded down; it looks like it was made using little more than an axe and a knife. There's a hole carved out of the door for a handle. ]
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The man looks to be somewhere in his twenties, maybe, but it's hard to place age with confidence because he also seems pretty sickly; his complexion isn't good, and he's way too skinny, next to no muscle definition as far as the eye can see. The distance he can manage to toss the bone gets progressively smaller, until he seems to have tired himself out so much that his laughing morphs into a wheeze and the bone drops from his fingers. Challah Small hurries over to take his arm and help him sit down in the grass. With the game of catch-slash-fetch coming to an end, the dog comes to their side, too. ]
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Oh, how wonderful!
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What is wonderful?
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Isn't it wonderful?
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Angel-san?
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Oh! Hello, Lucifel! It is so very good to see you again!
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It's good to see you, too. Though, I'm not sure how long I can be here . . .
Can I ask you for a favor?
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You're a ghost?! How did I not notice . . .
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voices. yes. let's follow those ]
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The man looks to be somewhere in his twenties, maybe, but it's hard to place age with confidence because he also seems pretty sickly; his complexion isn't good, and he's way too skinny, next to no muscle definition as far as the eye can see. The distance he can manage to toss the bone gets progressively smaller, until he seems to have tired himself out so much that his laughing morphs into a wheeze and the bone drops from his fingers. Challah Small hurries over to take his arm and help him sit down in the grass. With the game of catch-slash-fetch coming to an end, the dog comes to their side, too. ]
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well, that's a cute scene. still, he should try to find ao—this is her dream after all, not challah's
looking around every direction, taking everything in.
canon powers does mean he has access to revelation but also
revelation is kinda whack so like. will the gm allow lucifel to gut instinct which is the most straightforward or otherwise best path to ao ]
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hang on i think im disappearing brb ]
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There was a plaque by the door declaring the name of this building, but it's illegible now, half-ruined and half-veiled by greenery. Inside, you find what used to be a wide lobby with high ceilings. There are stands dotted across the floor, some of them still mostly intact; it looks like they might have once held artifacts on display, but every glass case atop of them has been shattered and whatever was inside taken. A visitor's desk is half crushed beneath rubble from the floor above. In some places, there are craters in the floors or gaping holes in the wall that looks like something smashed through with brute force; in other places, there are char marks and ash as if there were fires and explosions. All throughout, sprouting from cracks in the construction and holes from the destruction alike to overtake every available surface are vines, weeds, flowers, shrubbery, even a tree grown so tall it threatens to push through the ceiling to the floor above.
The door to the stairwell has been ripped off its hinges, but the stairs inside look usably intact. There are only stairs going up, even though the empty elevator shaft nearby clearly goes down. ]
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The Harel Research Institute was founded in ■■■■ A.D. by the Harel family with the dream of harnessing the magical properties of old world artifacts. Though their original goal was magic, over time, they renounced superstition for evidence and truth, and became a reputable school of science and history. From there, their focus expanded into all kinds of fields of study, and they gained an especially esteemed reputation in the areas of archaeology and bioengineering. This unique combination led to their greatest public achievement, when in ■■■■ A.D. they obtained and successfully cloned the long-lost remains of the ancient King Solomon of Israel.
After that, this and that happened, so I guess since they didn't have the time to spare to grow another clone from infancy, they decided to resort to a different method. Instead of physical remains, they found traces of blessing of protection placed on Cain by God, and used that along with some other relevant materials as the vectors to create a spiritual reconstruction of Cain. Things went really wrong with Cain, so they must have thought they needed a better one, so they used the earth cursed by the blood of Abel, and created Abel. And so on and so forth, with a few other names.
Since the institute doesn't study magic in the public eye, just like they're not a military operation in the public eye, Solomon's cloning was the only public project out of all of them, and the Institute didn't really want the rest of them to know who they themselves were, so instead of calling them "Cain" and "Abel," they gave them the designations "Reaper" and "Shepherd."
[ he seems to lose a bit of steam as he goes. there's something of a sadness about him, by the end. ]
Well, but I still call them Cain and Abel. Don't you think those sound more like proper names?
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I think . . . what matters are the names they feel connected to. If they love those names then it is okay.
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I never thought to ask them about it like that. Although, I don't think Cain would really give me a straight answer if I did. Actually, it's always bothered me a little that I'm "Solomon," since I'm not actually "King Solomon of Israel," the way they are "Cain and Abel."
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I think so, too. .... Still, why did they do all of this?
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