Flowers of Heaven 2: avante en garde

[idolpro]

There's a snap in the air like the fluttering of a banner in the wind, and then the heavy sound of some large animal breathing.

Gathering around you, though, are creatures that more resemble the idea of animals: lions, wolves, gryphons, unicorns, and stags with stunted bodies, gaping mouths, and rearing poses—like nothing so much as... heraldry. Indeed, upon closer inspection, their bodies seem to be made of stitched brocade. Nevertheless, they bow their heads to you, solemn and respectful, and nudge at you with their heads, paws, and horns, guiding you 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 path beneath you is partially-paved with ancient-looking stones, and in the distance, from no identifiable direction, is the faint, steady sound of a drum.

It seems the herald-creatures are carrying some things for you: a collection of sixteen different flowers, and a small lantern of blue flame, and a wreath woven from vervain, star of bethlehem, and chamomile.

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Comments

@ TSUKASA

[idolpro]

[ A searing pain wracks your body, spreading white-hot from the center of your chest—perhaps you clutch at your chest, or double over, and there, over your heart, is a gout of flame, the same unnatural bright blue as the lantern. The faint image of LOTUS can be seen within the flame, and the pain only intensifies as it curls in on itself, withers, and then catches alight, burning bright before charring and crumbling to ash.

And then it’s gone. ]

Re: @ TSUKASA

[heavyliesthecrown]

AAHNNG-!

[ Gritting his teeth he falls over, clutching his chest as he cries out in pain. It burns, dragging an agonizing cry from his lips before he collapses to the ground. He writhes as it withers and curls, until at long last the pain finally begins to recede, even if the memory lingers. Sweating, he stays on the ground for a moment, breathing hard as the effects of losing his flower settle over him.

Curse of irrelevance: become a solipsism—people literally struggle to remember you if not reminded; at worst, you might not feel real without them.]

rip

[worthathousand]

[ oh no!!!

anyway, ]

1/2

[worthathousand]

Tsukasa—!

2/2

[worthathousand]

[ but the fire is searing Nemesis too, and surely that's just as urgent—

she can't just help him—

she has to... pay attention to what's really happening... ]

Re: 2/2

[heavyliesthecrown]

[ Well this sucks a lot. He eventually staggers himself up, still holding his chest from the feeling of loss. Sad. ]