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Eclipse's Heart Game ☉ Session #2
You drift like you're floating in water. It's almost relaxing, actually. As long as you don't think too hard that what you're floating in may be bottomless, because under you lies only a deep darkness that only the ocean can provide.
Then something grabs you and drags you deeper, down, down, down into the abyssal depths. You can't breathe, but that's not on the forefront of your mind now, is it?
There is a mounting sense of anxiety and dread.
Who do you want to become? Will you even get to see tomorrow? What if all roads lead to ████████? Can you still stay '███'? If people see the ████ you, will they think less of you? Will they feel cheated?
You want to live. Even if it's a ███, even if your hands must be covered in █████, you want to live. You want to be '███'.
Finally, a voice pierces through the darkness. It a woman's voice.
"My, how unfortunate. Your journey ends before it even begins."
"... Just kidding. That would be terribly boring! I suppose I can do the boy a favour just this once."
You feel someone grab your arm and pull you up to the surface.
...
When you come to, you are standing somewhere else.
Then something grabs you and drags you deeper, down, down, down into the abyssal depths. You can't breathe, but that's not on the forefront of your mind now, is it?
There is a mounting sense of anxiety and dread.
Who do you want to become? Will you even get to see tomorrow? What if all roads lead to ████████? Can you still stay '███'? If people see the ████ you, will they think less of you? Will they feel cheated?
You want to live. Even if it's a ███, even if your hands must be covered in █████, you want to live. You want to be '███'.
Finally, a voice pierces through the darkness. It a woman's voice.
"My, how unfortunate. Your journey ends before it even begins."
"... Just kidding. That would be terribly boring! I suppose I can do the boy a favour just this once."
You feel someone grab your arm and pull you up to the surface.
...
When you come to, you are standing somewhere else.
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There's one large table in the centre of the room, which has a huge writing slate laid on it, along with some pieces of chalk. Next to it is a piece of paper with a cat's pawprint (a contract...?), and a book with an olive drab cover.
Various writings are scattered here and there on the slate, like some work-in-progress collection of thoughts.
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[ Leans in to peer at that piece of paper, without trying to touch it ]
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[ Scratches her cheek ... shrugs, and heads west ]
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The shelves here are fewer and shorter compared to the main library room, and there are several tables, but they're filled and covered with various books and scrolls. One table in particular has some blank, wooden slats, brushes and inkstones.
(Yes, inkstones. If you want ink, you're going to put in some elbow grease.)
A couple of the wooden slats on the table already have something written on them, though you'll need to take a closer look to read them.
On a wall is a wooden board that also has wooden slats hanging on it. You could take a closer look?
Oh, and there's also a ... boy (?) in green robes sitting at a table against the wall. At least, he looks younger than Eclipse, but even with his back turned towards you, you get the sense that he's much older somehow. There are books and scrolls opened up around him on the table, and he seems to be busy with something. Quite grumpily, if the mumbling under his breath tells you anything.
There are two exits: The door behind you, and a door that leads back to the main library room.
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Hello!
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"Oh, someone finally showed up."
-- That is definitely not the voice of a child. This is a really deep voice that easily belongs to someone at least three or four decades older than he looks.
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Yes, I'm here, hello. Were you expecting people sooner?
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[ She wanders deeper into the room, though she doesn't touch anything yet, and nods ]
Hope said we should.
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Tea can probably take a look at the wooden board hanging on the wall, if she wishes.
"... Of course she'd say that. Did you take a look at the slate in one of the rooms?"
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He rubs his temples with his fingers, clearly at least a little annoyed about what he's about to say.
"He's been privately having a fit over his name and can't make up his mind on how he wants to proceed. It's getting petty enough that I'm starting to think some getting outside input is better than none."
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"... Shit, he is at that age, isn't he."
He sighs.
"He'd loathe to call it something that sounds as dramatic as a 'crisis', but I suppose him struggling with this was a long time coming." One hand taps its fingers against the desk. "The part where he feels like he got played by some higher force over his damn name was just the straw that broke the camel's back."
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Hmmmmm, hm, well ... [ Rubs her chin ] Tell me more about it. I don't want to suggest things without understanding his feelings first.
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"He recently found out he's the unwitting heir of a deeply problematic legacy. As far as he knows, he's come into great power, but with that also great responsibility, great consequences, and the very distinct possibility of great madness in his future. It's overwhelming, he can barely comprehend it, and that's on top of learning some unpleasant truths.
Of course, he then proceeds to lose his shit over his name, because finding out he unwittingly set himself up for the irony of being named 'Eclipse' over 280 days ago makes him feel foolish. He deeply dislikes the person who suggested it to him as well, so it's become more unpleasant with this discovery.
... It's just him trying to focus on something 'smaller' though, because the bigger question of 'what do I do with myself from now on?' is harder to answer."
He says it so bluntly that it sounds a little harsh, but he doesn't seem unsympathetic towards Eclipse either.
"... And there are far too many other things in the background that don't help. You may be better served looking at and touching some things in this room and in Perception, if you want to learn about the rest of those."
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[ Bounces on her heels. ]
Okay, I'm off - oh, wait, before I go, what's your name?
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[ Before she goes, though, she's going to take a look at the wooden board she'd noticed. ]
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On the very top row:
"People should be free to choose their own path."
Middle row:
"The freedom to make decisions also means the freedom to bear the consequences."
"Hypocrisy is abhorrent."
"You can't help others if you don't help yourself."
"Always be wary of putting too much stock in the rightness or goodness of your own actions."
"Everything has a price."
Bottom row:
"Sacrifice in the name of the 'greater good' is self-righteous bullshit."
"Don't make promises you can't keep."
"The ones who are the most difficult to love and care for probably need it the most."
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