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Flowers of Heaven 2: pep!pep!
Strange: there's a pile of pencils, pens, and crayons at your feet. Where did that come from?
As soon as you take notice of them, though, they move of their own accord, caps popping off to draw into being a collection of simple, animate doodle people. They can’t talk, but wave at you like you're old friends, and instead begin hurrying off in their wobbly way toward a gap that's opened in the thick curtain of kudzu vines and onto a winding path beyond.
Once you cross through, the vines grow rapidly to cover the open space behind you, and the voices of your fellow idols fade from your ears. It seems as if you’re on your own, now.
❀ ❀ ❀
Here, the vines that surround your path are hung with old newspaper clippings and photos, all too faded with age to properly make out.
It seems the doodle people are carrying some things for you: a collection of sixteen different flowers, and a small lantern of blue flame, and a wreath woven from acacia, gorse, and mimulus.
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As soon as you take notice of them, though, they move of their own accord, caps popping off to draw into being a collection of simple, animate doodle people. They can’t talk, but wave at you like you're old friends, and instead begin hurrying off in their wobbly way toward a gap that's opened in the thick curtain of kudzu vines and onto a winding path beyond.
Once you cross through, the vines grow rapidly to cover the open space behind you, and the voices of your fellow idols fade from your ears. It seems as if you’re on your own, now.
❀ ❀ ❀
Here, the vines that surround your path are hung with old newspaper clippings and photos, all too faded with age to properly make out.
It seems the doodle people are carrying some things for you: a collection of sixteen different flowers, and a small lantern of blue flame, and a wreath woven from acacia, gorse, and mimulus.
RESULTS
Re: RESULTS
The fire has an unnatural feeling to it; when it leaps to the vines blocking your path, they aren't so much burned as unmade.
And the path carries on. ]
@ SAFFRON
And then they are gone... but the flickering of cold blue flame around you lingers. ]
@ SHANDY
And then it’s gone... but the flickering of cold blue flame around you lingers. ]
Re: @ SHANDY
YELLING
keeled over
head empty]
Re: @ SHANDY
he will crouch by him and wait for the yelling to be over]
Re: @ SHANDY
whomst is this
confused look at this guy]
Re: @ SHANDY
......
...Um...
...How do you feel?
Re: @ SHANDY
Re: @ SHANDY
...Um... As for what hurt you... That may be difficult to explain.
...However, you are not in any immediate danger.
Re: @ SHANDY
Re: @ SHANDY
Re: @ SHANDY
Re: @ SHANDY
...Because you were previously in danger, and this resulted in you losing your memories.
...But only temporarily. If we continue on... I think they will return.
Re: @ SHANDY
Re: @ SHANDY
...Since we are not presently in danger but may imminently be in danger again, we had better continue moving.
Re: @ SHANDY