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lucky lucky nice to meet you

WHO: y'all
WHERE: places
WHEN: Day 82 morning through noon-ish

[ Well. Yesterday was certainly a thing! Between the paper curse and the surprise ritual with everyone's favorite Gambler Demon, shit went down a little. Like, not as much as some other sheep sheepenings, but a little!

so what are you all up to today. how's your luck doin'. ]

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Chaos came down almost before I had finished drawing my own blood; my valet’s body had not yet begun to cool. It is disconcerting to find such a being beautiful, and yet he is.

Always remember, you who read this account of mine, that his man’s face is a mask.

Okay, I didn't need the description of how hot he is or whatever.

[the star doesn’t respond to this, presumably because this ancestor of Charon’s did not write a preemptive retort to it in his private journals]

[ SKILL ISSUE

okay he's going to wait a second to make sure this star is done talking. if it is? he's checking out that Darkness ]

[if he doesn’t prompt it further or touch it it doesn’t give him any more, no!

the Darkness is…dark. is he pressing beyond the stars and into it?]

[ WAIT HANG ON he's gonna touch this star first

and then yeah, he will press beyond the stars into it ]

[instead of an old man to match the voice he sees—Charon? a younger version anyway, maybe twelve or thirteen, awkward and lanky but with a ghost of the adult version’s physical self-possession already there.

he’s in the depths of the shelves of some kind of library, paging through a thin diary with great care, holding the ancient pages by their very edges. there’s a look on his face that’s…triumphant? like he just found all the answers to something he was looking for.]

[ the diary page is the exact same thing ceph just heard, huh

that's what baby charon's excited about ]

[im sure this had no ramifications for him later in life

anyway: darkness! boy it sure is fucking dark in here

he headed some kind of soft cadenced chanting from the left, and a sound like wind blowing from the right. he knows he can only pick one of these at this time. which one does he go for? or does he pick a different direction altogether?]

[ mr charon lily you are in SO much trouble

hmmMMmm

truthfully the chanting scares him more, so he starts there ]

[there’s a cacophony of noise as he makes his way towards it. it drowns out the chanting pretty fast, though Cepheus can pick up now and then that that’s still going on underneath

sparks, in the darkness. a great metallic clash, like weapons striking…]

[ dream logic means there doesn't have to be an explanation for how quickly riptide appears in his hand, if still in pen form.

keeps moving closer and looking to see what he can find though... ]

[he finds himself looking over a weird aurora in the middle of the darkness, where shapes form and twist and shift.

the chanting is clearer now:

In the beginning lay Darkness.

In her loneliness, Darkness shed a tear.

the bright shape of a tear coalesces and drops down upon illusory ground, bursting open. the remnants of it form into two objects—

From the tear were born two brothers, the Sword and the Shield.]

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And...then they lived happily ever after? I'm a big fan of that ending.

[the two weapons rise.

The Sword claimed that he could cut through anything that existed. The Shield claimed that he could block any attack that existed.

The argument turned into a fight, that lasted seven days and seven nights.

they begin to clash again fiercely, creating that ear-shattering noise Cepheus heard from a distance.]

Girls, girls, you're both pretty.

[ flinches at the sound, though, reaches up to cover his ears the longer it goes on ]

[it goes for a bit, though probably not an entire week, and then, a turning point:

In the end, the Sword broke through the Shield, and the Shield shattered the blade of the Sword. The fragments rained down, becoming the earth as we know it, and the sparks from the battle became the Stars of Destiny. The jewels set into the Sword and Shield scattered throughout the world, as the twenty-seven True Runes.

Thus the world came into being, and continues to this day.]

[ gods, his ears are ringing ]

I have notes. Like, maybe David Attenborough could've narrated this? Would've been way more interesting.

But I'll take an explanation about what a True Rune does, if I can't get that.

[a very different voice cuts in]

Hm, nope. Your time is up.

[ ...is this a familiar voice or ]

[not at all. it feels like a knife to the ears, even if it’s not an unpleasant voice.

his chest feels

cold.]

[ oh. oh boy. that's troubling.

he smiles, sword appearing in his hand. ]

What, not even gonna show your face?

[chuckles]

Some other meddler in blue’s preventing that. But I can still kick out what doesn’t belong.

[speaking of swords there sure are two protruding from his chest now

they don’t hurt. but they feel very strange.]

[ THEY SURE DO FEEL STRANGE

kind of breathes in sharply and has the brief, probably unwise impulse to puLL THEM OUT, but. ignores it. he does not!! want to show weakness in front of this fuck ]

So you're a coward, and all talk. Cool. What are you so afraid of me finding out?

Why don’t you ask your shepherd that? He should have told you to avoid his shadows, if he didn’t want me.

[and the swords pull apart, in a single deadly cutting sweep

and Cepheus wakes up.]

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