✿ Characters remember that they were called to Honmachi Sakura Park, and can infer that they’re currently exploring someone’s heart.
✿ Characters’ phones seem to have disappeared. Huh!
✿ All characters are brought down to regular human strength and abilities, though they can still appear as they normally do with corruptions, etc.
✿ Unless otherwise noted, characters currently in the heart are not exploring together and cannot see/interact with one another.
✿ Characters’ phones seem to have disappeared. Huh!
✿ All characters are brought down to regular human strength and abilities, though they can still appear as they normally do with corruptions, etc.
✿ Unless otherwise noted, characters currently in the heart are not exploring together and cannot see/interact with one another.
Your character is alone in a pure white room... truly, nothing more than a white void that expands seemingly eternally. The only thing to break that vast whiteness is a single pedestal ahead of them, whichever direction that may be - assuming, of course, such a place even had directions to begin with. The pedestal is nothing particularly remarkable, being made of some sort of simple brown wood, and laying closed atop it is a sturdy satchel and a weapon.
The weapon is, notably, a single weapon from 1955 or earlier that suits their preferred fighting style, complete with any holster or sheath needed to carry it comfortably.
The weapon is, notably, a single weapon from 1955 or earlier that suits their preferred fighting style, complete with any holster or sheath needed to carry it comfortably.
A singing voice could be heard.
It was a crimson world.
Deep red flowers covered the surface of the ground as far as the eye could see.
There was nothing, except for the expanse of blue sky.
No one could be seen on the prairie.
Even so, the singing voice flowed through the space of crimson and blue.
It was a song which was slow yet lively.
The song continued in joy and melancholy.
I’ll give you some flowers
Some lovely, colorful flowers.
So that you might be happy.
So that you might smile.
Finally, the song ended with a beautiful, extended, high-pitched note.
Soon after the song had ended, a voice could be heard calling out,
“Encore!”
“I’d love to hear one or two more songs, or…”
“Or what?” asked the voice which had been singing.
“Or you could pick me up,” the first voice replied.
“Ahaha. I understand, then just one more――”
The singing voice was heard once more throughout the crimson prairie.
There was the sound of a film roll coming to an end. And so, your character finds themself in a field of red flowers. In the distance, someone can be heard singing...
It seems your character is no longer an audience member, but a part of the story itself. They may act as they wish.
Before your character stretches a long dirt road. On either side are large screens with images projected on them like a theater, yet large enough to display altogether different scenes as though they were simply part of the scenery, should one stray from the path. Though there are a multitude of screens in different sizes or shapes, your character can quickly realize there are three scenes on display:
1. A rural country, with a line of statues of important officials and a large wooden ramp built along the otherwise straight road, as though to allow a person to drive right over them.
2. A country traveling on giant treads, leaving deep gashes in the earth behind it as it crawls, ever forward to an unknown destination.
3. A peaceful country where everyone seems to be enjoying a strangely red dish...
In fact, upon closer examination, the panes aren’t just screens - they’re doorways, allowing the character to walk inside. However, when doing so, the other two panes flicker and go dark. Whichever path is chosen, the others will become closed off.
[Inside, he finds a thick but otherwise nondescript book with a sturdy leather binding. Even if he checks all the other pockets, he won't find anything else stored in the satchel.]
Upon opening the book, they’ll find that the very first page is fully colored, portraying a field full of red flowers. In the field, a youth in their mid-teens lays next to a fallen motorcycle. Actually - is it just a picture, or...
No - they’re the one in the field, aren’t they?
No - they’re the one in the field, aren’t they?
[ even if he can't keep them or really tend them, he's going to kneel down by some of the flowers, run his fingers through them. what a pleasant song... ]
Ahh, if a flower is blooming a bright color, I hear it means it's trying to attract bees because it's ready to find its match and spread more flowers...
Pretty cool.
[ even if he's only talking to himself in the end, it felt important to say. why not, right? but he's also going to look around to see if he can see any tells of the person singing, any path or trail. ]
Ahh, if a flower is blooming a bright color, I hear it means it's trying to attract bees because it's ready to find its match and spread more flowers...
Pretty cool.
[ even if he's only talking to himself in the end, it felt important to say. why not, right? but he's also going to look around to see if he can see any tells of the person singing, any path or trail. ]
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quickpersuader
2022-02-11 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
[There's a flattened patch in the flowers up ahead - but more tellingly, the singing cuts off as the singer sits up, looking over.]
...Oh. There was another traveler.
[-And climbs to their feet, patting the remaining petals from their long brown coat.]
...Oh. There was another traveler.
[-And climbs to their feet, patting the remaining petals from their long brown coat.]
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quickpersuader
2022-02-11 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
It's you, isn't it? You may just be starting out, but... so long as you travel, you're a "traveler."
[And then, from the ground:]
Hey, Kino? Once you're done trying to sound all precocious or whatever, could you stand me up already?
[A beat as they look at the motorcycle? on the ground.]
Pretentious?
Yeah, that! Whatever, just hurry up and stand me up!
[Obligingly, they move to pick him up and get him set upright.]
[And then, from the ground:]
Hey, Kino? Once you're done trying to sound all precocious or whatever, could you stand me up already?
[A beat as they look at the motorcycle? on the ground.]
Pretentious?
Yeah, that! Whatever, just hurry up and stand me up!
[Obligingly, they move to pick him up and get him set upright.]
Nice to meet you! I'm Hermes.
Anyway, if you have any questions about traveling before you start, I can try to give you some advice.
Kino's definitely traveled a lot!
Anyway, if you have any questions about traveling before you start, I can try to give you some advice.
Kino's definitely traveled a lot!
I usually buy a map of the area when I can, so I can see what other countries are around. If there are other travelers visiting the country I'm in, I ask them for their recommendations. But in your case...
If you want to continue, the best way would be to turn the page.
Right, right! That's how you normally continue a good story, isn't it?
If you want to continue, the best way would be to turn the page.
Right, right! That's how you normally continue a good story, isn't it?
It's rare to meet other travelers on the road... but it's not impossible, either.
Are you worried about traveling alone?
Are you worried about traveling alone?
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