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Wednesday's Heart Game » Session Three
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.
[ ♡ ooc information & combat rules ♡ ]
Re: ♡ a forgotten shrine
Unless they're contradictory?
Re: ♡ a forgotten shrine
Although, I suppose if one wishes to go home to where one's friends and family are, you wouldn't necessarily wish for their protection. You usually pray for the safety of those abroad or who are sick or separated.
Re: ♡ a forgotten shrine
If she goes home, how can she be sure the friends and family she has here will be safe and protected?
Re: ♡ a forgotten shrine
...she can't, I suppose.
Re: ♡ a forgotten shrine
It could be two opposing desires. The people back home, the people back here.