Levity heart game - Wednesday session

[idolpro]

POWERS ARE OFF

YOU CAN BRING ONE (1) ITEM FROM IMEEJI

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START: THE MACARENSES ANGLE

[weenwoon]

When you open your eyes, you find yourself sitting on the grass in what seems to be a… park? No, more like a lawn within a city. A giant crystal decorated with curving wrought iron is gently spinning above you. As you examine yourself you realize that you are dressed in voluminous black robes cut to your size - very soft and comfortable! There is also a half-mask on your face. If you take it off to examine it, its shape and decoration feel very familiar: some kind of reflection of who you are. You made this, didn’t you?.. A long time ago...

Your memories are a little jumbled at first. Why were you sleeping here? Were you not on your way somewhere? Of course, you’ve got all the time in the world, but there might have been people waiting for you…

But after that initial confusion, your memories of the Production return and the sense of familiarity with the city around you fades. Where are you?

As you stand up and look around, you realize that the most prominent location is a tower rising up in front of you. The rest of the cityscape is a little blurred, a little… flat, as it were; undefined. A set of walkways leads towards the tower, but the street in front of you stretches to the left and the right, too.

On the left, the sky fades into oranges and reds, as though the sun is setting. On the right, it grows darker and darker on the horizon, until there is nothing but inky blue-blackness.

What do you do?

Re: START: THE MACARENSES ANGLE

[scarvedforlife]

[ Gently placing crowbar behind his back as he looks around with a squint, then at his mask. ]

Re: START: THE MACARENSES ANGLE

[weenwoon]

The mask covers his upper face; the base is white, but there are accents in Sho's position colour... but even as he looks at it, it seems to change subtly, becoming something he would have made if he'd had to make a mask like that for himself.

There doesn't seem to be anyone around, not at the first glance. The architecture is a little strange; though most buildings are fairly geometrical, there are strange arches and curving towers rising into the sky, seemingly for no other purpose than ornamentational.

Re: START: THE MACARENSES ANGLE

[scarvedforlife]

Eeeeh, okay.

[ Heading right! ]

[ouji4board]

Fancy!

Right-o. ...What I need is a coin to flip.

[ GOING LEFT, THOUGH ]

[weenwoon]

The sunset red grows deeper, brighter, edged with black - a fire, perhaps? There is the smell of smoke, the heat of stone, a background noise…

As you get closer, the sky grows incandescent. Indeed, it is the city itself on fire, but there are still no other people on the streets… save one.

They’re wearing the same robes as you are; not too tall and rather slightly built. They’re simply watching the fire in the distance for now, seemingly unaware of your presence - until they speak.

“You’ve come.”

The voice may sound familiar, if younger. Is this… Alexander?

[ouji4board]

Uh.

Yeah.

Dude, the city's on fire.

WESTWARD OF TIME

[weenwoon]

cw animal injury/self-harm kinda

[weenwoon]

The street that led you here stops abruptly - and from here you can see a square below, the buildings surrounding it ablaze, and in the center of the square... a giant firebird. It looks injured, a wing hanging limply - but even as you watch, a glow surrounds the creature, mending the wing.

But it's a pointless endeavor. As soon as it's healed, the bird gives a screech, rising up into the air... and almost immediately throwing itself at the surrounding buildings, not caring about the injuries to itself. Again the glow, the healing, again the mindless thrashing; repeat, repeat, repeat.

A sad and gruesome sight.

Re: cw animal injury/self-harm kinda

[ouji4board]

[ looking around for stairs or something!! ]

THE TRUTH, A TRUTH

[weenwoon]

Re: THE TRUTH, A TRUTH

[weenwoon]

The sky grows bigger as you walk, the surroundings fading away, until there is nothing but the blackness… that slowly grows littered with stars, far away points of light. It seems to grow colder, too - but after some time you stop feeling it, only being aware of it in the same way you are aware of, say, the color of your hair.
It grows colder still, but it does not affect you. What a strange thing. At the back of your mind you know that no living thing could exist in such cold.

What a strange thing.

At one point the pavement under your feet changed from the familiar stone and metal to somewhat dusty, barren, white earth. Your steps raise little clouds of dust as you walk that fall slowly, so slowly.

It is so utterly silent, and you know that no sound could exist here.

What a strange…

No. A thing. Simply a thing. Simply a fact.

Do you go on?

Re: THE TRUTH, A TRUTH

[scarvedforlife]

[ ... REVERSE. ]

BUREAU OF THE ARCHITECT

[weenwoon]

Re: BUREAU OF THE ARCHITECT

[weenwoon]

The tower still stands sliced-up, the separated sections floating in the air, but one of the great doors is open a crack! They certainly were locked before.

And if you step inside, you are greeted with a rather grand interior, marble and metal everywhere. The gentle glow of the lamps, though, does give it a somewhat cozy feeling...

The reception hall is almost empty, save for one person - robed and masked much like you, too, but their mask is red. They're leaning against one of the counters, reading, but look up from their book on seeing you.



"Oh my. Visitors?"

Re: BUREAU OF THE ARCHITECT

[ouji4board]

Oooooh, fancy!

[ petting his chicken as he looks around ]

Oh, hey! Levity!

Re: BUREAU OF THE ARCHITECT

[scarvedforlife]

Are visitor hours open?

BUREAU: THE ANCHORS DEEP

[weenwoon]

BUREAU: HALL OF THE SPECTATOR

[weenwoon]

Re: BUREAU: HALL OF THE SPECTATOR

[weenwoon]

You find yourself in what seems to be a cross between a library and perhaps a laboratory - tall shelves, though filled not only with books but also with strange devices and oblong crystals encased in metal tubes. Between the shelves are desks with more such crystals lying on them, things that look like maps, models of planets among other things, drawings of strange creatures... There is a lot!

Sitting behind one of those desks and tinkering with one of the crystals - this one is projecting a map of some land you've never seen - is another possibly familiar figure. Like the others, he's dressed in robes, but his hood is down. He half-turns around on hearing you enter.



"Why, hello there."

Re: BUREAU: HALL OF THE SPECTATOR

[ouji4board]

[ oh he knows you but not really ]

Aaaaabsinthe!

BUREAU: REFUGE

[weenwoon]

BUREAU: CROSSROADS

[weenwoon]

BUREAU: AT THE CENTER OF EVERYTHING

[weenwoon]

BEGINNING, SECONDS AGO

[weenwoon]