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❁ 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.
❁ 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.
Edited 2020-08-07 07:43 (UTC)
[ You're in a field.
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 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. ]
[Lets go look at where those voices are coming frommm.]
[ 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. ]
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. ]
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. ]
[ they both look to you at the sound of your voice, Challah asking with a puzzled face, ]
What is wonderful?
[ at the same time as the man beams brightly back, ]
Isn't it wonderful?
What is wonderful?
[ at the same time as the man beams brightly back, ]
Isn't it wonderful?
[ ah.
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 ]
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 ]
[ thanks
. . .
hang on i think im disappearing brb ]
. . .
hang on i think im disappearing brb ]
[ following after her incidentally, just seeing where the voices are coming from, but at once he calls out ]
Angel-san?
Angel-san?
...
Oh! Hello, Lucifel! It is so very good to see you again!
Oh! Hello, Lucifel! It is so very good to see you again!
[ if you're close enough to talk to Angel you're close enough to talk to us also
the man calls out, a little wheezily ]
Are you having trouble?
the man calls out, a little wheezily ]
Are you having trouble?
[ the man confirms: ]
I am!
[ Challah looks a bit embarrassed, tugging at her tunic ]
Yes, but I shouldn't have pushed him so. I'm sorry, Solomon.
[ he reaches up and pats her head, his hand shaking slightly from the exhaustion. the dog noses at his other hand, so he pets the dog too. ]
It's all right, Abel. Thank you for indulging me.
I am!
[ Challah looks a bit embarrassed, tugging at her tunic ]
Yes, but I shouldn't have pushed him so. I'm sorry, Solomon.
[ he reaches up and pats her head, his hand shaking slightly from the exhaustion. the dog noses at his other hand, so he pets the dog too. ]
It's all right, Abel. Thank you for indulging me.
Ah—
[ with a little wave of his hand ]
It's alright. I'll adjust.
[ with a little wave of his hand ]
It's alright. I'll adjust.
[ smiles, though he seems a little like. fadey. shimmery light ]
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?
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?
[ with an unbothered smile, the man simply answers ]
Oh, that's good.
[ but Challah puffs out her chest a bit ]
If you are in need, I will aid and protect you, sir.
Oh, that's good.
[ but Challah puffs out her chest a bit ]
If you are in need, I will aid and protect you, sir.
Oh, I see! You are both very kind and love one another very much! Yes, I was right, it is very wonderful indeed!
Oh yes! How can I help?
...
You're a ghost?! How did I not notice . . .
...
You're a ghost?! How did I not notice . . .
[ oh no cute
smiles, even as he's fading a bit ]
That's very kind of you.
smiles, even as he's fading a bit ]
That's very kind of you.
It doesn't come up very often! But since I'm a ghost, I can't exist in this world without something to hold onto.
Could you be that for me, please?
Could you be that for me, please?
Edited 2020-08-06 23:38 (UTC)
[ Challah looks a little flustered, maybe even bewildered at that, but the man just laughs ]
I agree. I'm happy we can get along these days.
I don't think I'll be able to walk on my own for a bit now... What's your name? Could you help me?
I agree. I'm happy we can get along these days.
I don't think I'll be able to walk on my own for a bit now... What's your name? Could you help me?
[ though, overhearing his conversation with Angel, she adds ]
Are you a good ghost, or an evil ghost?
Are you a good ghost, or an evil ghost?
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