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

[finalbows]

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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[electricflock]

You are.

[picks the mask up and clatters it around in his beak, tipping his head to the side to ask "is this the right one?"]

[finalbows]

"Eh...heheh...

That one's name is "Mask of Perseverance.""

[electricflock]

[! nudges it into quetzal's hands]

Sounds like good one! We persevere. Are more than our fears and expectations.

[finalbows]

"...it has done a lot for me. It got me as far as here.."

[ though
even as he picks it up,
the ocean has brought another.
he sees it, and looks a little nervous--

but puts on the mask of Perseverance, anyway. ]

"...will you take care of... those three masks you're holding, on your journey? I fear this piece of me... might be about to leave you, too."

[electricflock]

[not looking at that new mask, we're making ACTIVE CHOICES here!!

hops up to put his paws on Quetzal's shoulders and headbutt his forehead]

Will keep them safe for you. Say hi to the rest of you for me? Tell all of you I love you. Will talk more when you're healed.

[finalbows]

[ wahhhHHHHHHhh
COMPLETELY DISTRACTED FROM THE MASK OF DOOMPILL ]

"He knows.


But I'll tell him."


"See you soon."
[ and he's gone. ]

[electricflock]

[tucks the three masks securely into his light bag]



[hm. still kind of a void here.]

[launches up and flies straight, leaving it to the world to guide him. the Mask of Resignation is left behind.]

"The Tragedy of Garland of Terra" 1/2

[finalbows]

[ left to its own devices, its wiles,
the piano begins to play for him, once more.

the pale void above the ocean begins to be interrupted by bit of musical notation -- not quite a song, not quite measure-- and little strokes of letters, struggling on their way to be words.

a story starts to be written. a tune starts to be played.

There once was a man... who lived for over five thousand years. In all that time, his one and only goal was to save his sleeping princess.

For the sake of his dear princess, he lived all alone in a dreary castle, waiting for the day fate would allow her to awaken.

Stricken with grief for his daughter's fate, one day, the king laments to the heavens, and begs of his most able-bodied servant:
"Please, so that she may yet wake,
Journey to the world beyond,
Cut one hundred throats, and one hundred more,
So that we may yet save her!"

But before he knew it... that treacherous knight he'd ordered to find a cure, had slipped into the castle, and buried a knife in the princess's dear chest.

The knight, journeying to find the cure, came to believe the cost of saving the princess was far too great to pay...

He took her out of the picture. Because he understood the king. He knew he'd never let her memory go, and would replace the knight with another if he merely refused his role...

For his treachery, the king killed the knight. But not, quite, the way one would expect.

This story was a true tragedy for each player involved...
The knight was outplayed before he ever made his first move.
The king had poisoned him, when he first saw a hint of disloyalty in the knight's eyes. When the knight had taken scarcely twelve steps from the princess's deathbed...

"The Tragedy of Garland of Terra" 2/2

[finalbows]

~ which mask to wear? ~

MASK OF ETERNITY
"The knight dropped dead, right there."

MASK OF FATE
"The knight was conscripted for his brutality by the God of Destruction."

[electricflock]

As play, knight should die. Is more tragic ending.

[but he clips his claws against the yellow mask. he wants to keep his favorite character alive. and besides,]

God of destruction, Veoton, is god of gryphons.

1/2

[finalbows]

[ another mask of eternity crumbles away into nothing.

Gained MASK OF FATE. ]

2/2

[finalbows]

[ and with that choice, dry land emerges from the infinite horizon of sea.


a familiar lighthouse, wrapped in an embrace of tree roots. ]

[electricflock]

[flies towards the lighthouse and calls]

Oo-woo?

[finalbows]

[ someone leaning over the railing by one of the open windows says, ]


"Uwu."

[ he's wearing a blue mask of kinship. ]

[electricflock]

[FLAP FLAP FLAPS missing his landing and circling around the lighthouse before grabbing a perch on the railing]

Fifi?!

[finalbows]

"Yo."

[ lazy cat explains nothing ]

[electricflock]

[hops hops

hops

pecks HOPS BACK]

I thought you left! Or fell asleep!

[finalbows]

"I lied. I was hiding up here the whole time. Wanna come in?"

[electricflock]

Don't hide in Quetzal's brain.

[shifts and hops off the railing. yes please.]

[finalbows]

[ akrinak "shows him in," and by showing him in I mean points out a lone red pillow Muffin could sit on before chilling out on the floor ]

"It's not that different. Same amount of demons.
And he won't let me out."

[electricflock]

[sits on the pillow]

Why not?

[finalbows]

[ the piano starts up. where were you earlier, buddy. the knight's story has been over for a bit now.

the cat shrugs. ]


"I don't think Rose's favorite toddler has gotten the hang of letting things go yet."

[electricflock]

You haven't been gone that long.

...unless you count from when left Rose.

[finalbows]

"Oh, really? From this side it's seemed like it's been months. Guess I've started aging in monkey years."

[electricflock]

Has only been a week.

[clacks his teeth like snapping his beak. no bully.]