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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.
[ 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 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 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. ]
[ You open the door to what seems to be a combination kitchen and dining area. The floors are bare dirt ground, except for some wool rugs scattered around here and there; there’s one under a set of carved wood chairs and a table. It would look like a commoner's house from a very, very long time ago, if it wasn't for the up-to-date appliances and smooth white kitchen counters. (Actually, they're even more advanced than modern appliances...?)
On the wall behind the dining table hangs a large wooden cross.
Aside from the entrance leading to the field outside, there's only one other door. ]
On the wall behind the dining table hangs a large wooden cross.
Aside from the entrance leading to the field outside, there's only one other door. ]
[ominous crosses, okok.
time to investigate the only other door, then.]
time to investigate the only other door, then.]
[ There are three women in this room. One old, white-haired woman lies in bed, eyes closed, with a face mask hooked up to a breathing tube covering the lower half of her face. The breathing tube is connected to boxy machine beside the bed with a screen display on it that beeps periodically. In one of her hands she holds a sprig of myrtle to her chest; the other is held by another similarly old, similarly white-haired woman, tall and gray-eyed, sitting at her side.
The third, sitting on the opposite side of the bed, has waist-length hair, is dressed in a plain, undyed linen long-sleeved dress and gloves, wears an even, unreadable expression, and has no mark on her forehead - but otherwise, there’s no mistaking she looks exactly like Ao (except that Susanoo doesn't even know who tf that is I guess).
She looks up when you come in. ]
The third, sitting on the opposite side of the bed, has waist-length hair, is dressed in a plain, undyed linen long-sleeved dress and gloves, wears an even, unreadable expression, and has no mark on her forehead - but otherwise, there’s no mistaking she looks exactly like Ao (except that Susanoo doesn't even know who tf that is I guess).
She looks up when you come in. ]
[ 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.
the man smiles up at Leo, wheezing ]
We are! Or we were. I overdid it a little, ahaha. Thank you, Abel.
[ Challah answers, ]
Whatever you may need, I give you my aid. I should not have pushed you so, as weak as you are.
[ he pats her head. ]
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.
the man smiles up at Leo, wheezing ]
We are! Or we were. I overdid it a little, ahaha. Thank you, Abel.
[ Challah answers, ]
Whatever you may need, I give you my aid. I should not have pushed you so, as weak as you are.
[ he pats her head. ]
[blinks in surprise before lifting a hand in greeting.]
Ya... don't mind me, I'm just healer passing through.
I'd heard there were some lovely ladies who were in need of a healer?
Ya... don't mind me, I'm just healer passing through.
I'd heard there were some lovely ladies who were in need of a healer?
[ she gets up and moves around the bed towards you, placing a hand on the shoulder of the sitting older woman as she passes, speaking in a low, quiet voice, barely above a whisper ]
Let us not disturb her as she’s resting. Please, let me welcome you in the other room.
Let us not disturb her as she’s resting. Please, let me welcome you in the other room.
Of course.
[might as well go easy starting out. figure out how things are...
who this person is... no clue. oops.
meandering back in the main part of the house]
[might as well go easy starting out. figure out how things are...
who this person is... no clue. oops.
meandering back in the main part of the house]
Lower your voice, if you please, or even in here we may yet disturb her.
[ she continues to speak softly, too. ]
May I offer you food or drink? You are a guest in this home.
[ she continues to speak softly, too. ]
May I offer you food or drink? You are a guest in this home.
Edited 2020-08-08 23:22 (UTC)
[ it's just a bone. it was a bone even before you dropped it? ]
My name is Solomon, and this is Abel. Who are you?
"Good to meet you."
My name is Solomon, and this is Abel. Who are you?
"Good to meet you."
Isn't it more that I'm an intruder, if you're starting with that first line?
My apologies, it wasn't my intention to intrude. Only to help. I have to wonder now... how long has that woman been so ill?
[his voice is not as soft but it is less of the chipper loud tones he used to start with]
My apologies, it wasn't my intention to intrude. Only to help. I have to wonder now... how long has that woman been so ill?
[his voice is not as soft but it is less of the chipper loud tones he used to start with]
She is not ill, but in a coma.
[ if u don't want anything then she'll sit down at the dining table with her back to the cross on the wall, waving for him to join her ]
Please, sit.
[ if u don't want anything then she'll sit down at the dining table with her back to the cross on the wall, waving for him to join her ]
Please, sit.
[ it's probably a femur or something ]
"What?? Why would anyone cut a baby in half??"
[ Solomon laughs ]
No, but my namesake might have!
"What?? Why would anyone cut a baby in half??"
[ Solomon laughs ]
No, but my namesake might have!
[sitting...]
Hm... coma... that usually speaks to an illness or an injury... either way, if it's for so long...
[well, obvious answer is obvious, right?]
Hm... coma... that usually speaks to an illness or an injury... either way, if it's for so long...
[well, obvious answer is obvious, right?]
Namesake? So you're not really Solomon?
[ don't know what he's gonna do with a femur. maybe just toss it up and down and catch it like a baton ]
What about Abel? It looks like you're still alive, which isn't how that story goes. Do you even have a Cain?
[ don't know what he's gonna do with a femur. maybe just toss it up and down and catch it like a baton ]
What about Abel? It looks like you're still alive, which isn't how that story goes. Do you even have a Cain?
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