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sheep_game2023-12-08 10:20 am
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Ritual 17 - Ghosts of Christmas Past
WHO: Everyone
WHERE: Everywhere
WHEN: Day 46, evening
[ Well! Isn't this a fine day? Despite the snow — or perhaps because of it — it's been a fairly chill (haha) day. So chill, in fact, that people may not have noticed Faith slipping out of her tower and heading to the edge of the pasture. Once she's by the fence, she draws a knife across the palm of her hand before pressing the mark on her arm.
The sky flashes red briefly and then there's . . . more light flurries falling? Huh.
More notable is the big red sleigh that is now going to and fro across the pasture sky. It's led by eight reindeer who seem to be doing a bang up job of keeping it just out of reach, even if people are able to fly. Sitting in the sleigh is Faith herself, all dressed up and looking pretty pleased with herself. Seated next to her holding the reins to the sleigh is what appears to be the ninth reindeer, a skeletal being with a festive hat planted between his tinsel-decorated antlers, his nose glowing an eerie shade of red.
Suddenly, everyone will find themselves with two bingo boards and a stack of memory coins. But these coins aren't normal, as indicated by their candy cane color scheme and the visage of the reindeer demon printed on one side. Instinctively, you know you are responsible for imbuing these coins with memories yourself and that they will work in any water source.
The demon's voice echoes into the night: ]
Share amongst thyselves and release the ghosts of the past once and for all.
[ MEMSHARE RITUAL TIME. The breakdown can be found over here with a link to the bingo cards. Turn in goes here and is due by midnight PST on 12/14. Results will go up at some point on the 15th! ]
WHERE: Everywhere
WHEN: Day 46, evening
[ Well! Isn't this a fine day? Despite the snow — or perhaps because of it — it's been a fairly chill (haha) day. So chill, in fact, that people may not have noticed Faith slipping out of her tower and heading to the edge of the pasture. Once she's by the fence, she draws a knife across the palm of her hand before pressing the mark on her arm.
The sky flashes red briefly and then there's . . . more light flurries falling? Huh.
More notable is the big red sleigh that is now going to and fro across the pasture sky. It's led by eight reindeer who seem to be doing a bang up job of keeping it just out of reach, even if people are able to fly. Sitting in the sleigh is Faith herself, all dressed up and looking pretty pleased with herself. Seated next to her holding the reins to the sleigh is what appears to be the ninth reindeer, a skeletal being with a festive hat planted between his tinsel-decorated antlers, his nose glowing an eerie shade of red.
Suddenly, everyone will find themselves with two bingo boards and a stack of memory coins. But these coins aren't normal, as indicated by their candy cane color scheme and the visage of the reindeer demon printed on one side. Instinctively, you know you are responsible for imbuing these coins with memories yourself and that they will work in any water source.
The demon's voice echoes into the night: ]
Share amongst thyselves and release the ghosts of the past once and for all.
[ MEMSHARE RITUAL TIME. The breakdown can be found over here with a link to the bingo cards. Turn in goes here and is due by midnight PST on 12/14. Results will go up at some point on the 15th! ]
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the first memory in the sphere of water opens up on a scene in harsh sunlight, astride the endless, labyrinthine roots of the immense Iifa Tree. Angel Devil is an attendance alongside a silver dragon. Below him, on another root, are a little collective of eight and I'm gonna be real I am not giving a play by play of the entire ffix playable party here. The gang's all here, okay. Of particular note as players in this drama are the blond boy with a monkey's tail, one of Angel Devil's little war dolls (looking quite autonomous and sapient and also filled with as much anger as that tiny little body can hold), and a dark-haired girl in an orange jumpsuit.
The girl introduces herself as Princess Garnet Til Alexandros, asking if he is (the name is replaced by the sound of steam evaporating off of the water), and if he's the guy that caused her mom to go warmongering.
...and, unsurprisingly...
...soon shortly...
Angel Devil's siccing some fucked up rotted-soul bugs on them and took off on his dragon.
he shows little expression as this all plays out. ]
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It's an image of Charon in a war pavilion -- no surprise there -- consulting on the campaign with a man in blue military garb. Despite the other man's apparent youth, there's a faintly deferential air in the way Charon talks and inclines his head, explaining routes, delays, strategems.
There's a surge of noise outside, the background hum of voices in the war-camp rising in surprise. "Hey, that's...the masked Bishop, isn't it? But he really looks like..."
"Yeah, he's the spitting image of Lord Sasarai!"
Charon, unruffled, continues his report. "Your request for more provisions and men has been refused, Bishop Sasarai. There was some incident regarding the added troops..."
The Bishop frowns. "So it wasn't just my imagination--that sinking feeling in my chest..."
The clank of soldiers in a hurry, metal on metal. A troop of them bursts into the pavilion, immediately surrounding Sasarai; Charon straightens, expression immovable, and steps back to make room for them.
"What on earth is this!?" Sasarai cries -- then his eyes snap to the entrance, as three more figures enter. He gapes at the third one -- despite their different outfits and mien, the resemblance is completely unmistakeable.
"That face! You're..."
His twin -- are they twins? they must be twins? -- inclines his head. "Commander of the force invading the Grasslands, Lord Sasarai. I bear a message from the Crystal Valley commanders. They've decided that because of deficiencies in your command, you are to be relieved of this post."
Sasarai draws himself up. "What's this all about? Have we not been completely loyal? How has our war effort not been satisfactory? Tell him,
Albert!"In the background, Charon merely bows his head, and remains silent. It's clearly not the response Sasarai expected, from the look on his face.
"
Albert...?"Luc shakes his head. "I'm sure you're displeased...but this message came from Chief Bishop Hikusaak."
"Lord Hikusaak...?" Sasarai echoes, as the soldiers seize his arms.
Luc makes a dismissive gesture. "Take charge of him--and treat him with care."
The soldiers lead Sasarai out of the tend. He half-stumbles out, completely blindsided.
Yuber grins once the sound of their footsteps has faded, tipping up his black hat. "Nice work, strategist."
Charon offers a little shrug, lifting his head to scrutinize his three new companions. "Well, I did make a few miscalculations..."]
finally i have decided angie should just say odd shit
Re: finally i have decided angie should just say odd shit
We have mismatched senses of humor.
Re: finally i have decided angie should just say odd shit
Re: finally i have decided angie should just say odd shit
It's in the past, anyway. I might work with Bishop-General Sasarai again in a decade or so, when the furor dies down enough.
Re: finally i have decided angie should just say odd shit
After you get done traveling the countryside?
Re: finally i have decided angie should just say odd shit
After Holy Harmonia's powers that be decide they need my expertise more than they need to keep a price on my head.
Re: finally i have decided angie should just say odd shit
Re: finally i have decided angie should just say odd shit
Re: finally i have decided angie should just say odd shit
Re: finally i have decided angie should just say odd shit
[he does not choose to bring up that some people in said hellscape likely will or already have fucked up his careful plans. that's a weakness of sorts that he doesn't care to admit to, not even to Angel Devil.]