[X] Sharpness 1
[X] Hardening 2
[X] Appearance
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You think you're dreaming. That's the only explanation you have on how you suddenly found yourself in this dark place. It is very dark, disturbingly so. The only lights that you can see are far off pinpricks like stars in the night sky and the light that you have.
You can feel that this light, this star of yours, has grown a little bit stronger, a little bit brighter, and all the more beautiful. It pushes away the shadows nearby and what little you see tells you that there is a path in front of you. However, somehow you just know that there are things moving in the darkness and your star will only draw them ever closer. Unless your light is strong, you will eventually be swallowed up by the darkness just as other stars in the distant have.
In the darkness, you hear a voice speak from nowhere and everywhere.
"Oh child, blessed by the stars, the path that lies before you is covered in darkness and uncertainty stills your steps. But fear not for the gift, your star, will light the way. Though it is weak now, it is a star that will one day become bright enough to burn away all shadows and light the journey towards your destination.
Until such a time comes to pass, you will be tested and pushed to your limits. The shadows will come hungering for your star. Slay them and free the sparks of potential from the depths of the abyss.
Your path will cross with those of other who carry a star within them. There will be those who will seek to take the light of your star and leave you in total darkness. There will be those that will join forces to push back the darkness and follow the paths that are revealed before them. Defend your light from those that would steal it. Journey alongside the stars that you accept as part of your constellation.
And perhaps, at the journey's end, you will discover what you are looking for. Even if you do not have a dream that you wish to fulfil, it is certain that you shall find one along this journey."
The voice falls silent and you look to the path once more. Indeed, it is dark but your star will surely become bright enough to show you the way.
Suddenly, you feel everything begin to fade away.
Before everything disappears, you hear the voice call out to you once more.
"Oh, and gifted of the Papyrus, your original wish shall be granted."
Wait what?
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You open your eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling. It takes a few moments for your mind to boot up and begins asking important life questions such as "Who am I?", "Where am I?", "What did I do last night?", "Oh god did I do anything stupid last night?", and "Who the heck is lying right next to me?!"
It soon all comes back to you.
Lucille's confessing her fears to you. You comforting her by revealing your powers. The Yorizen Star Storm. The golem, holy shit that wasn't a dream! You getting hurt. Lucille smashing it with a sledgehammer. You finishing it off with a giant paper fist. You blacking out. The dream and the voice.
Lucille! What happened to Lucille after that?!
And where the hell are you anyway!?
You're in what you think is someone's guest room, lying on a bed. Were you in Lucille's house? Did she bring you back all the way from Skyfall Park? What about your parents? Did they call or are they worrying their guts out right now?
"Mmmm…evil spirit….disappear…" You hear a familiar voice sleepily murmur next to you. Turning your head, you come face to face with Lucille's sleeping face. She's in a chair right next to your bed, using her arms as pillows as she breathes ever so softly in her sleep. Your heartbeat seems to grow louder in your ears as you stare at the sleeping expression of the girl who had pretty much saved your life last night. A slight blush suddenly appears on Lucille's face and you hear her murmur some more, "…touching…dirty…naughty…James…"
Okay, time to get out of bed. As quietly and carefully as you can, you get out of the bed that Lucille put you in and leave your club president to her dreams. Your ankle is a bit sore but you can walk on it if you don't put too much pressure on it. You're still in your school uniform while Lucille is in her pyjamas. The cut on your face has been cleaned up and covered with a bandage. It seems that Lucille took care of you while you were out before falling asleep at your side. You can't help but be touched by such care.
Leaving the guestroom, It's a large apartment unit, meant for a well-off family. The furnishings are all high-quality stuff and very avant-garde. Lucille's family definitely has money to spend. You can, however, see Lucille's own touches. Dreamcatchers, tiny stone idols, Japanese style charms, and all kind of mystical knick-knacks are all over the place if you look carefully. However, as far as you can tell, the only one living here is Lucille. Does she live on her own, separately from her parents?
You musing are quickly cut off when you step on the most fiendish object that you could possibly step on. A lego piece. There's a lego castle on the coffee table and there are pieces of lego all around it and some of them have been left on the floor for you to step on.
"MOTHERFUCKER!" You swore loudly, and you jump back in pain. Goddamn, those things smarts. You hear a yelp coming from the guestroom followed by confused panicking before the guestroom door is slammed opened to reveal Lucille holding the sledgehammer she used to smash the side of the golem last night. You also realised that you missed the fact that she didn't wear the bottom half of her pyjamas when she went to sleep.
Are those side-tie cat panties she's wearing?
"What's wrong!? Did another golem come!?" Lucille practically bellow in adrenaline-fueled panic. Then she takes a look at you frozen on the spot. She has the decency to blush as she carefully places the sledgehammer against the wall behind. "Um…Hey?"
"…Just where did you get that sledgehammer?" You find yourself saying before you could stop yourself. Lucille pales and looks around anxiously while you scramble to figure out what would be appropriate to say in this situation while hoping she doesn't realise she showing off her panties.
At that moment, the large fancy digital clock hits seven AM and starts sending out a loud repeating alarm.
"Ah! Good morning, James! We have school today so let's have breakfast! I'll go make some eggs and sausages!" Lucille then turns and runs into what you assume to be the kitchen.
"Yeah, morning." This was going to be an awkward morning.
"OH GOD! I FORGOT MY PANTS!"
Make that really fucking awkward.
A short while later, you and Lucille are seated at the dining table, eating breakfast in silence. The incident from earlier makes it very hard to talk and neither one of you are willing to break the ice just yet. Meanwhile, you've checked your phone to find that Lucille had been smart enough to send a text to your parents saying that you were staying over at a friend's house to help them study for a test. That one thing you won't have to worry about.
You have to admit though that Lucille makes a nice egg and sausage breakfast.
As you are halfway through your second sausage, Lucille finally speaks. "So as you can see, when you fainted last night, I couldn't take you to your house since you got your face cut and everything so I took you back to my place since I don't live with my parents."
"Uh-huh. Thanks for patching up my face." You say to her, getting a slight blush from her. A bit of tension leaves the room and you find it easier to speak again. "So…you wouldn't have any idea what last night was all about, do you?"
What Lucille says next was not what you were expecting. "Um, wasn't the golem one of the shadows hungering for stars?" It takes you a couple of moments to realise that you hadn't heard Lucille wrong.
"You had the same dream!?" You ask perhaps a tad louder than you wanted. Lucille flinches slightly but quickly composes herself.
"You mean the one where everything was dark and there was a voice talking about how our stars would draw shadows that wanted to eat them and more stuff. Then yeah, I had that dream."
You gape for a few moments at Lucille before realising what this meant. "You have powers now?!"
"I-I think so. I haven't tried them out yet but I think I do." Lucille admits soundly a little excitement before pouting angrily at you. "And you were lying! You only had your powers for at most a couple of days!"
You tell Lucille that you never said that you had them longer than a day, only that you had them and thus were supernatural. Lucille glares at you before her expression softens and she lets out a giggle. She grabs your hand in a comforting manner and gives you an understanding smile.
"Don't worry about it, James. I forgive you plus now I know the supernatural is real! So thank you" Lucille says before looking at her hand. She's entwined your fingers together and her hand feels soft and warm. She yelps and pulls her hand away to your disappointment, her face red with embarrassment. "Um, so yes. All is forgiven and we should probably get ready to school.
You frown as you think about everything that has happened to you in the last twelve hours or so.
To be frank, you're not sure if you really want to go to classes. While Lucille seems to want to go to classes, it might be prudent to skip classes for the day to figure out what the hell is going on. If your dream was telling the truth, then that means there are other golems out there along with other "Gifted" out there.
What should you do?
[ ] Go to school. People are expecting you and Lucille to show up to classes since you two are still students after all. Hell, the incidents that the other members went to check out might be related to this whole supernatural business! Maybe you'll find out something more? So what if you had a life-and-death fight with moving clay statue last night?
[ ] Skip school. Fuck academics! You've got more important things to worry about! Like when will more of these golem monsters will show up, what kind of powers does Lucille have, and what does all this star business mean! That and you still need to get your head together over everything. You and Lucille need to support each other in this period of turmoil in your lives.
