[She has Some Regrets –– firstly for the plant life that's just sprouted from her arm. She tears at it a little frantically in something of a knee-jerk panic reaction.]
You rip at them, which at least doesn't hurt, for all that the flowers have woven themselves into your skin. It's as if the scar is just... made of them, somehow.
Does the panic pass, and with it urge to rip out the flowers, or do you continue?
[It passes, no cone of shame needed –– she leaves it alone, maybe with a few buds torn loose and scrapes on her skin, but as unnerving as it is, it's not going anywhere.
The carnage around her isn't helping, though -- she doesn't bother inspecting the last wielder, or anything else, making for the pond and trying to ignore that she's someone who habitually goes barefoot crossing a sea of corpses.]
[She settles down by the pond, cross-legged, and sucks in a ragged breath before frowning at it.
Everything she's touched so far has forced some memory or feeling or something, so while she's guessing she's meant to go in, she's not so keen on it.
She tries, instead, pulling out another one of her knives (since the first is still back in the dorm somewhere) and dipping it just beneath the surface, to see what happens.]
Your blade sends out pinprick ripples—but only briefly. Then the surface returns to stillness. Above you—and before you, in the water—the stars continue to fall.
scars reveal history | scars are proof of survival | scars stay with you | scars come from wounds
As before, You reach within yourself, and Scars are there, and you perform a Miracle. As before, you feel her in it, as you do—Hellfire, and the world as she sees it.
The place on your skin where the scar had been is fertile soil, and the flowers sprout rapidly: thin stems that grow lush as they burst from your skin and twine around your hand or arm or leg. They bloom quickly too: miniature purple aconite and pink and white lotus.
It's hard to drown yourself, even intentionally. Every instinct of the body fights against it. Or, well, normally it would be, but the water drifts around you without truly touching you, and you can breathe just fine.
It seems as though the water reflects the void not just on the surface but underneath, for it is dark, too dark to see anything—but there is not need to be afraid, for here the void is right, it is warm, it is good—and though it looked to only be a pond it's so, so much deeper than that, and you find yourself like a weight, sinking
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Does the panic pass, and with it urge to rip out the flowers, or do you continue?
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The carnage around her isn't helping, though -- she doesn't bother inspecting the last wielder, or anything else, making for the pond and trying to ignore that she's someone who habitually goes barefoot crossing a sea of corpses.]
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The water's surface is mirror-smooth, and reflects velvet-dark night sky, moonless and glimmering with stars.
Each and every one of those stars is falling.
It is peaceful here. And you know: here, in the water, is the way home.
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Everything she's touched so far has forced some memory or feeling or something, so while she's guessing she's meant to go in, she's not so keen on it.
She tries, instead, pulling out another one of her knives (since the first is still back in the dorm somewhere) and dipping it just beneath the surface, to see what happens.]
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To find her, drown yourself in a circle of stars.
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Leli.
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With a frustrated snarl, she slashes the surface with her claws.]
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And that is found in this ritual drowning.
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F I N E.
She stands up, tail lashing, and evokes another scar to reject the connection between herself and the water. And then steps in.]
1/2 (plant horror again)
As before, You reach within yourself, and Scars are there, and you perform a Miracle. As before, you feel her in it, as you do—Hellfire, and the world as she sees it.
The place on your skin where the scar had been is fertile soil, and the flowers sprout rapidly: thin stems that grow lush as they burst from your skin and twine around your hand or arm or leg. They bloom quickly too: miniature purple aconite and pink and white lotus.
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It seems as though the water reflects the void not just on the surface but underneath, for it is dark, too dark to see anything—but there is not need to be afraid, for here the void is right, it is warm, it is good—and though it looked to only be a pond it's so, so much deeper than that, and you find yourself like a weight, sinking
down, and
down, and
down.
You emerge from the water to a starry sky.