[ "The important part, I think. Hopefully?" The woman watches for a moment and then: "Well. Once upon a time. No-- Twice upon a time."
There's a strange sense of timelessness happening - you are everywhere, and nowhere, and also a small part of you ... somewhere. all colors and songs and joyful life, while you are here. with her, watching you carefully.
"Now we can begin. Begin again, I mean. Would you like to see the draw?"
the woman continues shuffling her cards, before putting three down on the small table between the two of you. face down.
"Your past. Your present. Your future."
She turns the first. A purple-skinned tiefling child draws blood from his arm, filling a chandelier hanging from the ceiling of the great Sanguine Sanctuary. On either side, a dark-furred catfolk woman, and a tall, muscular blonde watch on, holding tight to either elbow.
"A terrible trade for magic ... but I suppose one has to make sacrifices."
She turns the second. A purple-skinned tiefling in a red coat, patterned and beautiful, spinning. It makes you sick to look at it. A red eye is tattooed across the back of one of the figure's hands.
"Empty. Free. Death-obsessed. Then again, you always were, weren't you? In another time and place, you'd be in another time and place."
She pauses, fingers against the third card and she hums before standing and walking away. You feel everything go dark again. Silence. Like when everyone has filed out of the theater after the performance, and you've been left here alone. Comforting, in a way, to be finally alone in the quiet.
there's a sound like a song, filtering through the silence. and before long (or not long? time isn't anything here) you hear the final notes of the refrain. A blade twists in your chest and
You hear footsteps. The woman is back, bending down to look you in the eye, smiling.
"Thrice upon a time. Can you believe it? Say, do you know what comes after thrice ... ?"
But you don't have time to respond. The purpose. The promise. THE VISION. OPEN YOUR EYES.A whispered command: wake up.
And then the light pours in.
You're back.
hi Mizuki.
lucien is off to the side, having a panic attack. ]
She stands still for a long moment; that was a lot of process. And, really, she hardly knows what to think about... okay, most of that. With more questions than answers, Mizuki turns—
And sees Lucien, on the verge of a meltdown. Oh. ]
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Mizuki blinks blearily, unmoving in the moment, a hint of bafflement written into the expression of her face. ]
Uhh... Which part are we talking about, exactly?
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There's a strange sense of timelessness happening - you are everywhere, and nowhere, and also a small part of you ... somewhere. all colors and songs and joyful life, while you are here. with her, watching you carefully.
"Now we can begin. Begin again, I mean. Would you like to see the draw?"
the woman continues shuffling her cards, before putting three down on the small table between the two of you. face down.
"Your past. Your present. Your future."
She turns the first. A purple-skinned tiefling child draws blood from his arm, filling a chandelier hanging from the ceiling of the great Sanguine Sanctuary. On either side, a dark-furred catfolk woman, and a tall, muscular blonde watch on, holding tight to either elbow.
"A terrible trade for magic ... but I suppose one has to make sacrifices."
She turns the second. A purple-skinned tiefling in a red coat, patterned and beautiful, spinning. It makes you sick to look at it. A red eye is tattooed across the back of one of the figure's hands.
"Empty. Free. Death-obsessed. Then again, you always were, weren't you? In another time and place, you'd be in another time and place."
She pauses, fingers against the third card and she hums before standing and walking away. You feel everything go dark again. Silence. Like when everyone has filed out of the theater after the performance, and you've been left here alone. Comforting, in a way, to be finally alone in the quiet.
there's a sound like a song, filtering through the silence. and before long (or not long? time isn't anything here) you hear the final notes of the refrain. A blade twists in your chest and
You hear footsteps. The woman is back, bending down to look you in the eye, smiling.
"Thrice upon a time. Can you believe it? Say, do you know what comes after thrice ... ?"
But you don't have time to respond. The purpose. The promise. THE VISION. OPEN YOUR EYES. A whispered command: wake up.
And then the light pours in.
You're back.
hi Mizuki.
lucien is off to the side, having a panic attack. ]
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She stands still for a long moment; that was a lot of process. And, really, she hardly knows what to think about... okay, most of that. With more questions than answers, Mizuki turns—
And sees Lucien, on the verge of a meltdown. Oh. ]
... Hey. Hey, c'mon, it's all right.
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[ he's okay, he's getting it under control - though he does have a hand over his eyes like the light hurts. physically. new and bright and terrible. ]
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[ SHE HAS NO IDEA REALLY BUT ?! ]
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[ he is not actually that mad at her. I mean. He is aware that she had little choice here but to see it. ]
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[ ... wait ]
I mean, uh—bad question.
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A bit over two years ago. I was recently returned to life in my own body, a few weeks before arriving here.
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[ like, okay, he's literally saying it, but her disbelief is palpable ]