Heart Game: Sol [#02]

[idolpro]

Note: please be as cryptic as possible regarding any specific actions your character takes when discussing them in the game channel to avoid influencing everyone else!

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[bluerosestyle]

[nods, but more seriously]

I'm turning eight soon. All three of us are, so we only have two years left... That's why I'm worried.

[syncintohell]

Two years have not yet passed. Your present is under your control, even if your future is unknown.

[ He puts a hand on his shoulder, to try and be supportive ]

[bluerosestyle]

[a child is Listening To You]

But if I don't get that Calling, it's going to stay as a dream. My father and my brothers say I should give up. Does my present matter?

[syncintohell]

It does. You never know when the future will bear down upon you, but it has not yet. In fact, that makes the present all the more precious— so you may at least hold fast to that memory of your efforts and joy, before what you hold so dear was shattered before your eyes.

[ Which, maybe isn't something he should tell a child, but he's very tender and sincere in saying so. ]

[bluerosestyle]

[This child just nods, now glancing at his friends and grandfather.]

I want this to go on forever. I don't want to be separated from my friends...

[then he looks back at Shu and smiles]

Thank you. I'll never forget that my present is important.

[syncintohell]

You are welcome.

[ He reaches up to ruffle his hair. ]

[bluerosestyle]

[Tiny!Sol looks surprised, and then-- hugs him!

(The black-haired boy is glaring openly at Shu.)

Shu may also notice that the door he came from is glowing again. It's a gentle glow this time, not urgent and not fading in any way, almost like an invitation.]

[syncintohell]

[ He'll hold Sol as long as he wants to be held.

AND IGNORE THE BLACK-HAIRED BOY!!

And the light for now, since he's hugging Sol. ]

[bluerosestyle]

[Sol seems content to be there!

...At least, until the black-haired boy elbows the girl, and then the girl looks back at them and clears her throat while looking away.

Sol immediately jumps and glances back at them. The black haired boy grins at him, and Sol sticks out his tongue at him. Then he looks back at Shu, with a shy smile again.]

Do you like your own present, Mister?

[syncintohell]

[ Shu has to pause, both to think about his answer and to think about scolding the children, but offers up after the small gap: ]

There is no need for children to be worrying after me. If I desire a better future, I will build it with my own two hands— if someday, I can say yes, decisively, I want to have earned that answer myself.

[bluerosestyle]

[He looks very impressed... looks down at his own hands. Sorry for being completely literal but, you know.]

Building a future with your own two hands...

[syncintohell]

[ decisively, meant as encouragement: ]

Yes. You will find things you grasp through your own effort are far more fulfilling than things handed to you.

[bluerosestyle]

[*_*

nods slowly, but emphatically...!

The door is glowing more brightly now and the black-haired boy is standing up to (obviously) come pull his friend back to his side.]

[syncintohell]

[ nods at his friend, acknowledging, as he pulls the young Sol away. ]

[ Straightening, to look at the door. ]

I have intruded long enough.

[ And time to go to the door ]

[bluerosestyle]

[He goes out the door and finds himself back in the basement again! The door he just came through is fading in real time, and he'll find that the basement is... intensely cold. So much that there's frost on the same random items and furniture he saw when he first came down here.]

[syncintohell]

[ UNIDEAL!!!

furthermore, what happened?? Are Selka, the children, and the nun alright??

He'll pull his coat close around him and try to find the way he entered the basement before this, calling out]

Selka? What has occurred here?!

[bluerosestyle]

[He can find the way he entered the basement fairly easily! But the door is, well, completely frozen. In fact, it might as well be made of ice...? Part of the wall around it, and some of the steps, are also frozen.

If he plans to go up those steps normally, he'll have to roll 1d2 and hope he doesn't slip on the ice and fall down the stairs. Definitely unideal!

Of course, there's no reply.]

[syncintohell]

[ when no response comes, he casts about the room, finally paying attention to the items in the basement. Would there happen to be any matches, flint, anything of the like that would help thaw the place out? ]

[bluerosestyle]

[Nothing that convenient! There's an oil lamp, but no way to turn it on. If he looks REALLY HARD, he'll find... an old, moist and useless box of matches. Frost is bad.]

[syncintohell]

[ CURSES.

Disgruntled, Shu is going to do his best to get a grip on the wall before he walks up the stairs, hopefully it helps some because the power he has isn't much use in this situation.

.roll 1d2, rolls a 2! ]

[bluerosestyle]

[Good! He walks up the stairs and finds himself in front of the door! And now that he's looking at it more closely, he can tell that it has no lock. It's just a door, if doors were ice blue, frozen, and radiated coldness on the regular.]

Does he touch it?]

[syncintohell]

[ that is the obvious thing to do when he wants to open it. He has his gloves on, at least, as he reaches forward to open it ]

[bluerosestyle]

The door won't budge. But when you touch it, you feel intense loneliness... Your Life decreases by 25. The gloves provided some protection from this, at least!

[syncintohell]

[ winces but that isn't going to make him want to stay where he is more

Can he attempt to pound down the door?

Because if he can't manage that's a little unfortunate, since he's sure making an attempt ]

I am not staying locked in the basement! If there is anyone there, I demand you open up!

[bluerosestyle]

[He can attempt it, but the door won't budge! It's like this door doesn't want to open by any means and, at least at the moment, it's stronger than Shu.]

Your Life decreases by 25.