out of options for who i can be

[promittere]

LIGHT UP THE FIREWORKS

Lazuli seems… agitated, this morning. Not so much in the sense that he’s irritable (because that's just normal, really), but it seems as if something has gotten under his skin. He keeps looking up, out the windows or out over the horizon, and it seems eventually he grows tired of whatever it is bothering him. He accosts whoever it is that seems to have little to do this day, gathering a group of competent (...?) wizards.

“I need you to come with me,” he says, arms crossed and a furrow between his brows. “Something’s not right, even more than things usually aren't right.”

Vague, but do you really have the option to ignore him? You can certainly try, but it won’t get you anywhere. You’re being dragged onto this impromptu excursion whether you want to go or not. Lazuli drags the group to the elevator, using a mana stone to transport everyone to the Northern tower. On the other side is the same snowy wasteland that’s always there, and nothing seems amiss no matter how hard you strain your senses. Lazuli seems to get even more tense, though, summoning and mounting his broom.

“Follow me. We can talk while we fly, but we don’t have long.”

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🌙 Welcome to the mini-event! This isn't going to be anything too crazy and not likely to impact the trajectory of the game too terribly if you spend the entire thing just fucking around and finding out, so just have fun! If you play your cards right, though, you might find yourselves a new ally.

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PUZZLE SOLVED...?

[promittere]

[Malice and Ahito fit their pieces into the crystal, fitting in near seamlessly. There's some minor chipping and pitting around the crack, from whatever broke it in the first place, but the gaps are filled enough that the image on it is complete.

A brilliant light is released from the crystal, sweeping through the room. The cloth doll that Lazuli gave Ahito crumbles into dust, drifting away with the wind that follows the light, but... everyone in the room remains unscathed by whatever it was released by them putting the pieces back together. It didn't feel cursed, but what just happened doesn't feel quite like magic, either? Or... at least not the magic they're used to.

It's abnormalities on top of abnormalities, but the crystalline mirror lays there, immovable but completed, and outside the room they stand in they can hear the sounds of something moving. Something large and lumbering, bellowing in what sounds like pain, and stepping outside will show the landscape has entirely changed again. Trees with purple leaves surround them, some knocked over by a sickly white beast that seems almost incomprehensibly large, but there are places that seem like they belong to somewhere else entirely, white stone paving bits of the ground that seem entirely incongruent with the nature around them. Parts of the sky seem to be on fire, blazing meteors falling in areas so localized it's barely a threat. On the horizon tall buildings loom, as well as a spire of jagged crystal... Several pieces of different worlds, of different times, stitched together in a place where dreams come to life and trap people in their thrall.

These are not dreams, though, Not entirely. These are fragments of memories, someone's past on display right in front of them. Whose memories, then?

The answer is close, as it feels like the spire in the distance is calling to them.]

[leewards]

[Spire? Who cares about the spire? Yes, It's quite fascinating to Ithaqua and he tells himself he will be going there later, but there is a beast in pain, and that's more important to him right now than a spire in the distance that is wholly out of place.

His potions might not do anything to a non-human-like beast, but he still wants to see what he can do for it. Hence moving in that direction.]

[promittere]

[Ithaqua heads the sound of pain, towards the white beast. It seems like it was injured in some sort of battle, deep cuts in its hind quarters, but its mouth and claws are dyed red with the blood of humans.

It hurt whatever hurt it, at least, and Ithaqua can approach it. It doesn't seem to notice him, so it's not clear if there's anything he can do to help it. If these are the creations of someone's memories, can things be changed? Or would they stay the same?

There's no chance to know unless he tries his potions.]

[leewards]

[Well if there's nothing else he can do...

At least Ithaqua can approach it without trouble, since it doesn't seem to realise there's someone else around-- perhaps it's not real. But even if it's not real, he simply can't let a beast be, unless it's at the very end of its life and there's nothing he can do about it. But a beast can live even if its hind legs are injured, it just needs a bit of help.

So he takes one of the green healing potions he has from his cape and pours it over a collection of the wounds.]

[promittere]

[The potion pours over the wounds, and shockingly... they do begin to heal over, which may be something Ithaqua can note for later, the discovery that these memories are not as rigid as ones that have not been effected by the Forest of Dreams.

The beast will be fine, and he can join the rest at the spire.]

[foresightis2020]

[ Whatever is this?

Jing Yuan doesn't even understand what's going on, what is in front of them in the first place. The abnormalities seem to rush pass, changing again and again, until it is laid upon them; he can't quite understand it all himself either. But, despite this...

...if they are being called, why not head towards it?

He decides to walk through the memories, but his ultimate trajectory is the spire, aiming to answer the call. ]

[annihilator]

[Yeah, he's sticking close by; the spire is calling them, and it'd be silly not to answer it, right? So like before, he's tagging along with Jing Yuan.]

[promittere]

[The presence of the spire is almost impressive, all jagged points and edges, and as they get closer the world continues on in its patchwork collection of locations someone else remembered.

They can see that the spire is actually... made of the same blue crystal as the "mirror" they restored, and there are large doors set into the base of it.]

[foresightis2020]

[ A blue crystal, huh?

Well, that can't be a coincidence. Jing Yuan is many things, though, and being the kind of man to hesitate isn't one of them.

Time to continue to wander through it all, eyes laid upon the patchwork collection of locations. He will head towards the large doors located at the base, then.

Are these doors the push/or pull open type? Because he will be going for trying to open them, provided they are not stopped by something before then but there are doubts. ]

I might need a little hand.

[annihilator]

Well, I've only got one good one for this.

[Malice grins and wiggles the fingers on his good hand in explanation. His metal claws are not exactly great for much, but he can probably manage to get a door open.]

Let's see what we got, yeah?

[dyingtohealyou]

...Sure.

[Ahito still looks wary, but he'll lend a hand as needed to try to get those doors open.]

[promittere]

[Well, the doors are massive, so the more people who can help the better...! Though they might not even need to open them, as there is something on the ground in front of them.]

[dyingtohealyou]

[...

Picks up the newest shiny???]

[promittere]

[GOOD LUCK PICKING IT UP AHITO, IT'S PROBABLY NOT SOMETHING YOU CAN MANAGE...

As it is roughly the size and shape of a person. Because the something is actually a someone.]

[dyingtohealyou]

[HELLO???????????]

What the...

[annihilator]

[Whoa, that's new.]

Hey, you alright?

[Crouches down to get a better look at the poor person... Are they a corpse. They better not be a corpse.]

[promittere]

[They're a corpse.

No, they're just sleeping like the dead, collapsed in front of the doors, but they do seem to be alive.]

[annihilator]

[Probably best not to move them if they're injured...]

Either of you guys able to heal 'em? I can carry 'em if needed, but we should make sure they're alright first.

[dyingtohealyou]

Yeah, hang on.

[He'll reach over to lay a hand on the mysterious person's shoulder and channel his magic - his inferior northern healing, but healing nonetheless, a gentle wave of warmth to soothe any pain and encourage healing.]

[leewards]

[Here the snowman is to save the day--]

Aah, what is this then? [He places his free hand on his hip. From here he can hear the breathing... But really. Who in the world is this?]

Don't tell me you've all managed to kill someone~! I'm so proud of you. [he's teasing.]

[dyingtohealyou]

If that was the case, I wouldn't be bothering with healing.

[He's not opposed to murder??????? But he is opposed to making extra work for himself.]

1/2

[promittere]

[A guy can't even sleep in a weird fucked up memory dimension in peace, can he? The healing spells don't do terribly much, as he wasn't that injured to begin with, but we can't fault being cautions.

The flow of magic does seem to wake the person, as they uncurl from their lump and blink their eyes open.]

2/2

[erythropoiesis]

[Ithaqua is such a surprise to see for someone who's just woken up, and the other people around him are just as strange.

There's a very, very long pause.









Very, very, very long.]

Hello?

[revengier]

I can too.

[ And he'll hop right in and join Ahito in healing! ]

[foresightis2020]

[ Oh... okay.

He will come closer as well, then?? Who is this someone, and does it look like they're breathing? ]