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hello (heart)gamers. im here w some special guest stars

WHO: all who dare enter angie's literal mind palace. it's OPEN HOUSE! no invites needed!
WHERE: in front of miku's salad (and yours)
WHEN: evening 73.

[ in the middle of running a perfectly innocuous miniquest, Angel Devil falls down.
His clothes have twisted away into bone-white rags, leaving a body covered over with only thick swathes of red fur, and downy feathers. His long tail is curled into a tense arc, banded fur standing on end.

The air wavers like he’s a heat mirage, not a man. He’s boiling away with absolutely stupid amounts of arcane power… and, most frighteningly, he does not seem in control of the fact that it is there and being brought to bear. It’s impossible to get any closer to him.

When he speaks, it’s quite timid. ]

Oh.
Oops.
...Thought I had... a little more time.

[ (and in a blinding flash of light, there is the sound of something breaking.) ]

~KRRSHHK~

[any observers will see, strangely see-through and superimposed on the scene, some kind of vast tree, illusionary roots twisting over and around to frame a door. the door itself is wrought of opaque stained glass in blacks and whites and greys; a stylized rendition of Angie in that strangely ragged, feathered form, curled in on himself, eyes closed. Angie himself is nowhere to be seen. ]

instead, a shadow . . . steps into view from behind the door. for a moment it looks like nothing so much as a second genome – then it turns, gaining features and definition with the movement. The monkey tail separates into three plumes; a ponytail unfurls into wings that lift up from the sides of the head.

Teleute(?) is here, dressed in her customary black, but there is colour in her skin, and her hair and eyes are blue. she’s frowning.]

. . . well. This is the least I can do before I go, in exchange for the safe harbor.

[she lifts her head, nodding to any observers, and gestures at the door.]

You’ll want to head in there now if you don’t wish to lose your flockmate, I think. Even the false-death of this place won’t be much help to him, if his soul is left to finish pulling itself apart.

My sisters and I can maintain the way into and out of it for you, but we were not made to knit such wounds by ourselves. Have a care.

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And isn’t there a part of you having that worry independent of them?

The dead don’t appreciate theatre. The dead don’t angst about the room for their existence. They don’t feel joy in watching puppets dance, or see and dread the beauty of a crystal that spins worlds. They have memory and they take space, but it is not the same.

Don’t tear them out. Let me take them.

"..."

[ he reaches down to the two halves of the broken death mask. There is one side where all the holes remain, another left as a smooth field of blue.

one in each hand, he holds them out. ]

Edited 2024-04-18 22:22 (UTC)

~ which mask to wear? ~

MASK OF ETERNITY
"Accept the side absent holes."

MASK OF ETERNITY
"Accept the side riddled with damage."

[he takes the side riddled with damage.

who do you think he is, honestly]

[ the dead hold nothing but memory, and space,

but,
so, too, in this world and Angel Devil's, do they hold power.

s. sweats. Pop quiz. Seth just curious what would you design a trance form for Charon as.

Because
That's happening rn ]

Edited 2024-04-18 22:44 (UTC)

[well. the colour washes out of him save for the dark bloody red of his hair, which intensifies; the glow of Trance is white from him. a glyph appears upon his brow, unreadably twisted and painful to look at. his coat becomes sweeping, a strange multilayered half-organic thing; from angles it looks like it’s made of overlapping dragon wings, or perhaps bird wings.

he looks kinda cool, if also sort of nonplussed by the whole thing]

[ giggling into his hand. that expression..... ]

"How does it feel? To hold the same source of power I almost ended creation with?"

Confusing, if I am to be honest.

[he’s certainly got enough emotion in him for a Trance to latch onto even without the dead bolstering it, though]

What do you need me to do with this?

"With the power to end worlds, rend time to a single point, and command the most fantastic monstrosities of history to do your bidding?"

"Build a pretty palace, I guess. It's what I would do, if I was choosing what to do with it with a clear head."

"Or. It. Would be nice if you ferretted out wherever the clown's hiding in all of this and crushed him to bits, if I'm being honest."

It’s nice to get honesty from you.

[a little sigh though. of course it’s clowns. it’s always clowns. no more clowns

after bemoaning clowns in the safety of his own head for a sec he’ll walk up to the throne itself.]

[ sidles to the side to give him access to it ]

[ the vibes are rancid. terrible things have been done here. this chair could be used as a murder weapon in a method so foul there would not even be a remnant left for Death's own plate.

has been used. but we're canceling that, today. ]

[oh yeah no though he was going for Angel Devil in the chair, not the chair itself. takes him by the wrist]

Hold still a moment. I'm going to try something to track him down.

[ WRIST'D

here is the standard note of touching angel devil: when he isn't explicitly trying to front warmth and softness and humanity to someone, he has this weird waxy flexibility to the way he holds his body. weird vessel guy.

so like. he holds still. he is in fact incredibly great at holding still just as a matter of course. ]

A little more illuminating, please?

[that's fine. makes him more relateable tbh. that's how Charon operates evey hour of the day he's not alone or around someone he trusts implicitly]

I followed my binding upon you here. Perhaps I can follow his to him, yes?

[ it might snap, he thinks to himself, under the weight of being followed.

he touches his free hand to a spot where the pale braid is exposed.
...it's strong.
it'll hold firm. ]

Do it.

...

Thank you for trusting me.

[he'll reach, then, with that mental hand. careful about it; he remembers how that bright string was straining last time he saw it.]

"I figure if I do vanish today into the final depths of night, Muffin's going to rise up as a feathery little lord of darkness in my place. I'm not..."

[ the memory of Pandaemonium's most grotesque surgical suite shakes around them. ]

"...
I am quite scared, ha, ha, ha. This could go very, very wrong. Quite a few someone's have taken the opportunity to do something very terrible to me, in such a moment of vulnerability before. And the whole thing is already quite. Precarious. My Master did not believe in half-measures.

Well.
Do your utmost, Charon, whatever it may be."

Edited 2024-04-21 02:03 (UTC)

[ under his fingers,
the thread of the curse snaps,

and it turns out that fucker was elastic, because it jerks hard in Charon's grip as it surges toward a course for its origin.

hold on tight, buddy! ]

[im going to kill Kefka Palazzo on sight for how many times he has compromised my dignity at this point

HE HANGS ON!]

[ where it takes you, you end up dragged ten feet through tall, dewy grass before coming to a stop.

beautiful blue skies.
faint bleating in the distance.
the scent of so goddamn many flowers.

gothy wrought iron fence in front of a haunted mansion.

...
what the hell.
you're at rose.

the thread's gone slack in your hand, but it does still have further to lead you. it's just that...
...it can't keep pulling forward, before there's a door closed on the next segment of it - Rose's front door, to be specific. ]

...

[

waves up a Lily ghost and gets it to go look in the apple tree for a key]

[ on it, baass.

...

one particular apple falls down. it's red, with tons of yellow speckles. ]

[can he pick it up while holding the string. if not the ghost can pass it to him]

[ yup, he can get it just fine!! the string stretchy-stretchies a bit as he walks over to it. probably can't... wander of TOO much while still holding it... but around the Rose yard is fine.

apple sure looks yum. definitely not poison. definitely normal. probably nothing in there but some perfectly normal apple seeds with tiny bits of cyanide in them! ]

Edited 2024-04-21 02:43 (UTC)

[wraps the string around his wrist so he can more or else use both hands, takes out a knife, and starts cutting the apple in half]

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