RITUAL 32 - never have i ever

[manwhofelltoearth]

WHO: you
WHERE: around the pasture
WHEN: morning 86

[so how are we doing, everybody? feeling a little more together? feeling a little furry, floaty, or both? well–don’t mind this newer Weed who’s just climbed up on a big rock, clapping his mildly bloody hands together to get your attention.

is that a new demon hovering around him? well–this might as well happen.]

‘Scuse me! I’m Father Argent, if we haven’t previously met. I know this is a little presumptuous and all, but it seems like most people could use a pick-me-up right now? So my friend over here and I have, well, arranged something. I hope you’ll indulge us today!

[and a little ripple of movement goes through the surrounding area, transforming it – the colours of this part of the pasture go pastel, and everything gets bubbly. rocks are now round and bouncy, the grass loses its edges and looks more like a carpet of fat succulents, fences look and feel kinda like pool noodles. you can bounce around without damaging anything, if you build up enough momentum, but even without doing that it’s just…nice to hang out on, soft and springy. there’s also some random clear spheres hanging here and there in the air, filled with small round crunchy snacks and drinks like popcorn, or pork rind and grain puffs, or gummies, or cold water, or weak beer. not enough to fill up on or really get drunk, but something to munch and keep you refreshed.

y’all are stuck here for a bit! and even if you’re not in immediate range or holed up indoors, you might feel the pull to come see what’s up – or simply be teleported into the ritual zone, in a bright popping flurry of bubbles.]

rules | turn-in | winners and prizes

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[fiftyhades]

There. Are you satisfied?

[onlyscratchesremain]

[ her expression doesn't change. she holds her usual heartless gaze throughout the entire memory - unlike the other times add's managed to drag something out of her, she doesn't even shift her posture or tremble.

but when she speaks, it's clear - her voice is clipped, held at a low amplitude. quiet, and with noise creeping in at the edges. ]

...Yes. This memory just proves you wanted better tools. To fix your mistakes. Even if one of those tools was just the mortal you became. The manusya carved out of your exuviae.

Is this what you call love? Leaving us to wonder for millennia?

[fiftyhades]

Why bother to explain when you've already decided otherwise?

[onlyscratchesremain]

To at least give me a reason to doubt that decision. But that's not good enough for you. Is it. You have to be right.

[fiftyhades]

Perhaps leaving was the only "right" decision I made.

[ a deep sigh. ]

When you arranged your death, what would you have had me do?

[onlyscratchesremain]

You could have stopped me like you stopped the others.

[fiftyhades]

Another death at my hands? No. I had erred enough.

[ ...she just. takes a seat, right there in the pastel bubble. ]

Even if I had chosen to, how could I have found you? You were gone, outside even my reach. Where could I have found you?

[onlyscratchesremain]

I don't know. I don't know.

[ her voice doesn't get any quieter, but noise overtakes words more and more as she continues. ]

You knew. You acted like you knew everything. You told me that you knew everything. You knew more about DIS than we did. You knew enough to make us. But. You're talking now like I actually outsmarted you. Like I won until I didn't.

[fiftyhades]

I thought I knew what was necessary. I was wrong.

[ she doesn't move from her seated position. let lev stand, let her sit. it's her choice now. ]

[onlyscratchesremain]

[ she just

holds her head in her hands. her fingers tangle in her hair and this is when she starts to tremble, ever so slightly. ]

So. What. What is that supposed to mean. I don't understand. What was I working against that entire time?

[fiftyhades]

My own mistakes. Just like any other daughter.

[onlyscratchesremain]

I̸̯͑ ̸̡͂̈́ͅḩ̸̖̿a̴̠͐͝t̸̞̹͗e̸͖̒ ̶̟͍̅̂y̸̘̻̾̏o̴̗͛͋u̷̟̅͜.̴̝̤̄

[fiftyhades]

...if you say so.

[ she knows, on some level, lev means it. and at the same time, she truly, deeply hopes it isn't entirely true. ]

[onlyscratchesremain]

[ she's sullen and silent and just

sits down. flops over onto her side. goodbye world. ]