idolpro | Wednesday's Heart Game

At first, there is nothing.

And then there’s a voice, saying:

I need your help.

… look, I don’t have time to explain. Hold this.

And something, ready or not, is thrust into your hand. Maybe it’s a pen, or a brooch, or a watch or a phone, or anything at all so long as it’s small enough to hold, and looks too important to lose.

Maybe you try to object, but a small, winged creature wreathed in iridescent sparkles darts into your view, and clasps your hands, and curls your fingers tight about the object in them.

You’re just, the creature says, going to have to trust me. Now: raise your hand, and say:

Power of a Dreaming Star – Metamorphose!!

Maybe you know these tropes, or maybe you don’t.
Maybe you’re about to protest that no, you couldn’t possibly, this is ridiculous and you’ve got the wrong person—

But you can’t resist the call. Nobody ever can.

And then?

Then? It’s not dark any more.

And an awful lot seems to be happening at once.

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...hey.

Oh, hello!

I was hoping you might come through here.

What are you doing here?

Well, I was hoping I'd be able to help her somehow. I'm not sure how good of a job I'm doing, though.

You're part of her, right? You can only do so much.

We can do plenty, though. Just point us in the right direction.

Well, that's certainly true!

... what I'd suggest is, check everything. Everything's here for a reason, but - since the plants came, some of it's gone missing. I don't think any of it's gone very far, but... she'd probably feel better they were back where they belonged.

Okay. We'll look around.

[And he does - turns to take in the library, keeping an eye out for anything out of place]

[It looks like a fairly standard school library, if you discount the candles - but when you look at the windows, you cannot see your own face in them, though: instead, you catch a glimpse of what appear to be schoolgirls - at the very least they all wear the same uniform - clustered about the desks, quietly studying.

[If you look at the wall clock long enough, you may also realize that though the second hand sweeps slow and steady across its face, the minute and hour hand – reading seven minutes to four – don’t move so much as an inch.

[Izanagi is examining a set of blue-covered notebooks. There are also a collection of books lying on the empty tables.]

[Going to check out the books]

[There are a large number of them, seemingly on any number of different subjects... but the one thing they have in common is that the names on the covers are not titles, but the names of Wednesday's friends and teammates.

[Amongst others, there are books here for Leviathan, Hiryuu, Cobalt, Yugi, Pink, Gladio, Shrike, Serenity, Thorn, Kaguya and Izanagi. There is also a yearbook labelled Graduates.]

[ooc: these are the things I am very much writing now so please be gentle]

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[I mean]

[He's peeking at his own, of course,]

[His own book is a cloth-bound volume of what appears from the cover to be poetry, in dusky teal: it appears to be the companion to another book bound in blue. A circlet of briars is embossed upon the cover.]

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[He opens it, careful, to see what's inside]

I’m so glad we started talking. I’m so glad I didn’t just think, it wasn’t any of my business. I’m so glad we’re friends now, or at least I really, really hope we are! That’s not too presumptuous, is it? I don’t think it is, not any more.

I want to protect Bad End SO BADLY!! They always get hurt so bad in games and it is NOT!! FAIR!! It’s not fair that all I can ever do is try and make sure we don’t forget them, though I know Cobalt-san would never allow that either, not unless he knew what Thorn-san wanted better than me. Which I think he always does, with Thorn-san. I know they’re from the same world, and were very good friends there, too. I’m glad they could find each other again, but I’m still sort of sad it had to be here, even if home can be so cruel, too. Some day I hope they find somewhere they can be really happy, like they both deserve. I’d even ask if they wanted to come home with me, but… I’m not sure that would make them properly happy. I wish I knew what would.

Sometimes I feel like I’m not much help. But perhaps, that’s because the kind of things that I think are helpful aren’t what he needs? Not everyone wants someone to hover over them when they’re feeling down, even if that’s what I would do.

I trust Thorn-san. I don’t know how not to. I wouldn’t want to.

[Oh no, this was a feelings mistake,]

[He closes the book again]

[It sits there on the desk looking blameless.]

[Seems fake,]

[He leaves it there on the desk, and goes over to examine the clock]

[There doesn't appear to be anything visibly wrong with it. It just doesn't think time's really passing in here.]

[...nudges the hands ahead, to the hour]

[The reflections in the windows seem to give a shift - one of the girls is now absent, and another has put down the book she was consulting and is now working on an essay.]

[Hmmm]

[He goes over to the windows - touches one of them]

[He still can't see himself.

[One of the girls, bent over a book of poetry, looks a lot like Wednesday.]

[Heading back to where the girls ought to be, based on their reflections]

[He reaches out to where Wednesday's shoulder looks like it should be]

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