You see endless darkness. In the midst of the darkness, you inexplicably see a glowing outline of a silhouette. It feels important. It feels unfinished. It feels... you.
You feel you should finish the unfinished shell. You feel you should provide it a word to connect with.
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You passed not one, not two, but multiple words into the brew. It coagulates and forms into a being. Your self is manifested into the shell that you've created.
The being then fades into oblivion. The glyphs that floated as if held by a stiff string followed the image's fading.
You awaken in the a forest filled with autumnal colors. There is a bag situated to where you found yourself. You are CVD%3, but that is your specium, not your name. You try to remember your name. What is your name? What should do then?
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Many names are passed. Hmm... Why blue? You like many of the names you are given. The bluenames does feel like taunting you, though, but you like them nonetheless, since they appear to be meaningful.
Cielo sounds good, but you have found your name, and it is Tiercel. Names are good. They give identity. They carry subconscious meaning.
You should move on to something else, but what do you do now?
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Okay. No need to be rude or pushy. You're looking inside the bag. Ah, looks like a courier hat and an indefinite tool is stashed. That indefinite tool would be really useful for it could turn into any tool you want. The courier hat, on the other hand, is fashionably navy.
You look around a little. You try to forage but there was nothing but dry grass and leaves by the ground and the trees. You hunt down something and find a bunch of crickets. This autumnal forest in strangely quiet and lifeless. There was no large living thing around, or maybe it's just your imagination or you're not looking hard enough.
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Huzzah. The courier hat is put on. It's very fashionable. You like it very much. It seems to have some sort of symbol sewn into it. You're not sure it means anything.
You come to a trunk of a tree. You prepare yourself to climbing of the tree. You sink your sharp claws into the wood of the tree.
You easily ascent the tree, since your fingers and toes are essentially blades. The tree's height should give you a good vantage point for surveying the surrounding.
There seems to be a large gap where there should be more land. The empty void seems to extend for infinty. On the other hand, there seems a town a little bit away. Seems like a good place to settle down and find things and people.
You climb down the tree. You plan on visiting the town. It seems like a rational idea, but first you gotta check this chasm of a void.
Ah. Here you are. The edge of the autumnally colored forest. The endless chasm lies before you.
You stare beyond the edge, the void stares back... or something. You're not sure. It's lifeless and inanimate. You sniff the void, but it is odourless. You listen to the void, but it is silent and mute. You scream to the void, but it does not answer.
You throw a rock into the void, and it ripples. Looks like something interesting is about to happen.
The rock you threw ignites. Pink flames enveloped the thrown rock. The rock disintegrates, vanishes, and is annihilated.
You hold your claws close to your body, away from the dissipitating risen flames. Nope! You're not putting any of your claws near that void. You don't want to lose any. It'll take years for it to grow back to the length it once was, and you don't want to lose dexterity as well.
You head towards the town, far away from the annihilating chasm. Your stroll quick, quiet, and uninteresting.
You arrive at the town. There's a large stone brick square in the middle of it with oddly shaped bricks. It's about to get dark, and there is --OH DEAR! What is that thing? What should you do?!
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Don't worry. The indefinite tool is safely tucked in your inventory, though you did leave the bag behind, but pressing matters first You try to communicate to the white robot cat thing (?).
Tiercel: Hello there, sir or madam.
Huh. You're pretty sure your voice isn't supposed to be that red. The enigmatic entity doesn't change its expression, but you're pretty sure you caught its attention.
Tiercel: What a nice--
White robot cat thing (?): THERE IS NO SPOON.
Whoa! They're quick. They moved to right in front of you in less than a blink of an eye.
Tiercel: Whoa. You're quite swift. I'm Tiercel; what is your name?
You ask the questionable creature, but they don't respond. They remain lifeless and unresponsive.
You think that perhaps poking it will bring it to its senses.
... Your claws sinks effortlessly into it as if it's made of wet clay instead of actual flesh. It's like poking tar, and gum. And like poking tar, and gum, your finger is stuck in it.
White robot cat thing (?): POWER OVERWHELMING.
The inexplicable being deforms and melts around you. Trying to get away only makes the featureless creature stickier.
You slash the anomalous wight right at their face, hoping that it may free your hand, but they are unfazed by your attack and melts further to bury you under their ooze.
Tiercel: Somebody help!
You cry for PUNS, but WORDS comes to your aid. The gummy blob HUNGER pins you down [color=808080]QUESTION[/color] the stone. Would [color=808080]TERM[/color] be your end? No! [color=808080]EXCLAIM[/color] must [color=808080]WORDS EAT[/color] you can [color=808080]PUN[/color].
You try to [color=808080]WORDS[/color] their [color=808080]HORSEFEATHERS. MEANING EAT INTENT DESCRIPTION[/color] -- must persevere -- [color=808080]SPEECH LONGING WORDS HUNGER. WORDS MEAN DIGEST[/color] -- must fight -- [color=808080]WORDS INGEST. BUNKUM NONSENSE WORDS TALK. WOLF TERMS TERMINOLOGY WORDS QUESTION WORDS[/color] need [color=808080]PUNS[/color] WORDS!
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WORDS INGEST WORDS TERM SNUFFBUMBLE WORD PUN TATTLETALE. LIE WORD CONSUME DISSOLVE PUN WORD TERMS PUN SNUFFBUMBLE EAT.
Tiercel: It was an emotional wedding, even the cake was in tiers.
WORDS PUN CODSWALLOP -- orange light assaults your vision. It emanates from the very spot your claws had grazed it.
The very monster that once tried to engulf and digest you now reforms and metamorphizes into something new and concrete.
Ugh! Finally! You can breathe again. The creature that attacked you seemed to steal your words from under your breath and thrust itself into your thoughts and draining it of its very essential meaning. But nonetheless, you can breathe again.
Geez. Easy there, tiger. No need to apologize so profusely. It's bound to happen even if it wasn't suggested. The thing will surely chase you if you run away.
You quickly dash to the bag you left in the forest. You then strap it onto your back, and then dash back to town just as quickly you dashed out of town. It seems that the night is growing near.
You check on the character that is faceplanted on the stone. It appears to be mumbling and groaning.
???: What happened?
The man raises its head and commences eye contact with you.
???: Omigosh! A stranger! A courier even.
???: How did you get here?
???: Oh wait. It's getting dark. Let's move this conversation inside.
Lionel: I'm Lionel, by the way.
You follow Lionel into the building named "Lionel's Lodge." It's quite a modest hotel. There appears to be a boarded up door. Lionel goes behind the receptionist's desk. Lionel whispers curiosities of himself as he searches for an item.
Lionel: Why do my steps feel like carrying me away? Why do my bones feel like they're made of glass?
Lionel sets down a logbook on the table.
Lionel: Sign in. Your stay's on me. This is for saving me.
You sign your name into the logbook... Seems about right. Lionel then hands you the key to your room. Room 201.
Lionel: Anyway, how did you get here? Last time we checked, there's nothing but cliffs to nothing around here.
You also want to ask him questions too, but what questions should be asked?
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Tiercel: I have no idea. I just found myself in the forest today. I'm not sure how I got there. I don't have any memories prior to me being there.
Lionel: Ahh. I see. What a shame. Do you really have no memories prior to that?
Tiercel: Nope. Just various snippets about myself.
Tiercel: What is the name of this town? Where am I?
Lionel: You're in Quepxifah. It's more of a settlement or hamlet rather than a town, to be honest.
Tiercel: Do you have a map of this place?
Lionel: Not a proper one. I could tell you an idea of the locations in town.
Lionel: You are in Lionel's Lodge, a 3-storey hotel in town. There's the Zephyr right beside it, which is a cafe. There's the general store, and the carpenter's shop right across it. There's the policy house, post house, pump house, and heal house on the adjacent side. There's also Terry's stall in front of lodge. Terry sells curious stuff.
Lionel: I also know there's a laboratory up north of town, as well as a lumberyard at yonder northeast, and a [color=#ffbd2]fairground in the west.
Lionel: There's a fence surrounding the laboratory, so not easy getting close to. The fair is barely set up. It's probably just a piles of crates and pipes and tarps lying around.[/color]
Tiercel: In what way did I save you? I presume it's not squeezing the air out of me.
Lionel: I don't know what you did, but I was removed from oblivion. It was like being pulled from unconsiousness, like waking up from hibernation, like being born again.
Tiercel: What made you to be like... that? The squeeze-the-air-out-of-me form? Before we gave you words?
Lionel: We don't know. Your chance of turning into a flan grows bigger and gets harder to fight over time.
Lionel: ... Wait. Did you just say "gave me words"?
Tiercel: Yes, I did. What about it?
Lionel: I would not call myself religious or superstitious, but in belief, only spirits can do that!
Tiercel: So...
Lionel: Nevermind. The spirits must be with us for sparing us from flannification.
Tiercel: ...
Tiercel: As you indicated earlier, noone from out of town can get here, but then why are there names in the log.
Lionel: As you probably noticed, there's no way exiting or entering the town, but these names were here before everything outside of town just decided to poof out of existence in a fiery flash of pink light.
Well, this evening is quite productive, you think. Your body is quite tired after all this time. What do you do now?
You guess it's good to ask for food. You were presumably unconscious for perhaps days in the forest; you feel a bit hungry.
Tiercel: Do you have any food? I don't believe I had any food for days.
Lionel: Oh dear.
Lionel rummages through one of the lower drawers of his table.
Lionel: Will these candies and dried bacon do? I'm afraid this is all I have. I boarded up the kitchen when the cook turned into flan.
Tiercel: ... I hope so.
Lionel handed 3 candies and a strip of dried bacon. You devour the food and filled your belly slightly.
Tiercel: Who else are around?
Lionel: The shops in town need people to be run, so the shopkeepers and wards should be around, assuming that they're not dead or have disappeared.
Lionel: The people with names on the same page you signed yours should still be around. As much as not much people come around in this town, these people have not signed out yet.
Tiercel: Ah. I see.
Tiercel: I'm tired for the day. It seems to have grown dark outside already. I'll be going for bed now.
As you are about to step onto the stairs, Lionel called out to you.
Lionel: Wait! Before you go to bed, let's have each other in our amitidexes.
No harm in that, you guess. You open up your amitidex and add Lionel to your contacts.
You go to your provided room and unlock the door.
Wow. It's quite a nice room.
Well. It's time to crash into the nest. Good night...
...
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Light where? You don't see any glowing object...
Wait a minute... You ARE the light.
Well, what now? Something's wrong here.
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You pick up a generic sword lying on the ground over here. It's an average sword of average construction made of ordinary metal.
After equipping the normal sword, you go off your way into the darkness... away from the island mountain peak.
You explore further and found no visible ground or entity. You glow but the surroundings remain caliginous. You appear to treading or rather floating on what appears to be black... idunnium. You really can't make heads or tails on what the floor is.
You approach what appears to be twisted wood perch. A large bird is perched on it's bough. The hawk then suddenly speaks to you in a raspy voice.
TB: HaLlo theRe.
TB: Oh WOe is mE.
TB: wHeRe iS ThE eveR-sOUghT lIgHt.
TB: WhO Are YoU Sir?
TB: AlL 's lAckinG cLaRITy.
TB: FinD tHe SUn.
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You poke the bulbuos gall that is on the wooden perch. It appears to be a plant cancerous tumor.
Hmm... Perhaps the sun must be out there. You ready yourself for flight--
TB: No fLy.
TB: HeRE caVe. ThErE 's RoOf up tHerE.
TB: geT OuT thErE. taSte ThE NATure.
[quote name="Tanzz" date=2017-11-14 05:01:03]
"HeLlo theRe" Ask the bird where you are?
[/quote] TB: ArE yoU ImItAting mE?
TB: But nEvERthELeSs, yOu Are in "The Land."
TB: Got tHAt? it'S spEllED T-I-E-R-C-E-L.
TB: PaRdON mY sPelLiNg. Can' aCtuLLy sPeLL.
[quote name="MythicalBurrito" date=2017-11-14 12:39:26]
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Ask the hawk what it means by 'wHeRe iS ThE eveR-sOUghT lIgHt.' 'AlL 's lAckinG cLaRITy.' and 'FinD tHe SUn'
[/quote] TB: DoN'T YOu sEe? aRe yOU blINd?
TB: rOsE fYRe BurNed aWaY tHE lIghT.
TB: DArK sWePT iN. So daRK, fLoOr, rOof, and BaCKgRouNd faIls tO iDEnTify itSElf.
TB: SuNLIghT 's iMpoRTanT. HelP oNe RecoVEr fRoM tHe BURn.
TB: SunlIGHT haD gAiNEd StrEngTh. mORe CaN hAvE jOy of SL At oNcE.
[quote name="Tanzz" date=2017-11-17 01:37:54]
Wait... is The Land spelled "Tiercel"?
[/quote] TB: Yes, iT 's.
TB: SOmE aRguE tHaT It's rEaD aS tirs?l.
You ask the hawk if it wants to come with you.
TB: i'M tEmPTed, my bOy.
TB: We JUst mEt, and I beLiEVe yOu'vE jUsT bEeN coNceIvEd.
TB: I shOuLdN't FollOw hALf-baKeD iDeAs IntO frUiTIon.
The hawk appears to have declined your offer. You move on to find this "sun." There is nothing for kilometers.
You explore more and you eventually find the glowing mouth of the cave. An exit from the consuming darkness.
You look outside. It's quite green... and yellow. Flowers cover the landscape like upscaled blades of grass. An outline of a blankly looking kobold stands in the flowers near you. It's there even before you emerged from the cave. A sizzling creature lies in a distant hill. It's big. Far off forward (off-screen) is a giant flower bud. You can feel it curiously enchanting you to come near.
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You go near the kobold. You try to talk to them.
At: Oh... Are you trying to talk to me?...
At: Well, hi there...
At: I'm Arthur... others call me Arthritis... or Achos.
At: Never seen you before...
At: Why are you talking to me?...
At: I'm nobody special...
At: I don't have anything significant to say...
At: I'm here to fill space...
At: And bask in the sun... oh sweet sun...
At: ...
At: Do you have anything special to say to me?...
At: Questions or something?...
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You ask Arthur about the sizzling creature that lied in the distant mound.
At: Oh, her...
At: That's Heat Stroke... I call her Harry...
At: Such a shame that they're probably not awake to see the sun...
At: She had some burns from the pynk fyre incident...
At: Oh... would you look at that...
At: My fill is returning...
You ask him about the place you're in.
At: Oh... I'm afraid you asked the wrong person...
At: I'm not too knowledgeable...
At: Us kobolds and other lesser creatures just slave away under the hawks...
At: It's not much... but it's something we can live by...
At: Anyway... you're in The Land...
At: Got that?... It's actually spelled T-I-E-R-C-E-L despite what it may sound as...
At: Sunny... mountainous... wonderful... flowerful...
At: Has so many swords... you'll trip on one walking through the fields...
At: Recent events:... ravaged countrysides...
At: That's all I have to say...
At: I'm not the most eloquent...
The sword beside him appears to some sort of bronze weapon covered in vines and roses. It appears to be slightly heavier than the generic sword.
You ask the kobold about the giant bud, but the fact of you not knowing what it is appears to shock him.
At: ...
At: You can't be serious...
At: That's The Land's love!...
At: She's the best thing that ever happened...
At: But the fire burned away memories of her...
At: If only it would bloom again...
At: We could mingle with her grace again...
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You ask him about the pink fire.
At: Ah... The pink fyre...
At: The incident that burned away the very foundation of those which it fed its flames...
At: It burned away our memories of those we loved and cared...
At: A merciless blaze that cared not of your thoughts or well-being...
At: An inglorious flare that erased our home... our friends...
At: That is all I remember...
You ask the kobold about your curiousity of the bronze sword beside them. You wish to know if it is special in any way.
At: Ah... That crummy ole thing?...
At: That's the sword of roses... I'm not fond of the flowers itself...
At: I recommend to get rid of the vines before you hold the sword...
At: Although, it inflicts more harm with them on...
Hmmm... It's definitely better than the sword you currently hold. You're taking it. You obtain the sword of roses.
You ask him about the tyranny of hawks.
At: ...
At: I don't want to talk about it... or know much about it...
At: I remember them being mandated to rule over everyone...
At: We slaved under them... and we were happy...
At: We worked so much... There was so much to do...
At: There was many to censor, carry, and interpret...
At: And we would bring them to the hawks so we can offer them to the Land...
At: From the Land, to the Land...
You thank Arthur for being such a helpful kobold, before bidding goodbye.
At: I live to serve...
At: You're welcome...
At: Guess you'll be on your way...
At: ...
At: This is Achos reporting...
At: I met what appears to be a fairy...
At: Yes... Globular... Luminescent... Floaty... Psychokinetic....
At: What?... But that would mean huge deal of pain for me...
At: Why does everyone assume I take pleasure from pain?...
At: ...what?... But she's such an angel...
At: You can't possibly be thinking of doing that to her...
At: But... why now?...
At: You know it wasn't their fault... Stop blaming everything that goes wrong to them...
At: You know,... I think this movement is a bunch of crass...
At: I like everything here...
You approach the sizzling bird on the mound on yonder. It looks like to have rejuvenated its facial features back, or it was just censored from far away. It's still sound asleep. You can hear it mumbling in its sleep.
HS: *sizzle. *sizzle. *sizzle.
HS: *release of steam.
You attempt to awaken the big bird, and your attempt is successful.
Harry "Heat Stroke" awakens, opens it eyes, and sets its sight to you. You say hello to it, and ask if they're okay.
HS: *sizzle?
HS: *simmer. *flash of boiling.
HS: *sizzle. *sizzle.
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You think of touching Harry, but you don't really have manifested limbs. You instead poke it. It's not too thrilled of being poked with a sharp implement.
HS: *fierce sizzling.
You think of fanning it, but you don't think your swords are any good for fanning. The flowers around your are too small to be effective.
You pet Harry. It appears to enjoy it. They even purr.
HS: *purr. *purr.
The language you speak? You think it's called Standard, but it may also have been called English. You ask Harry if they can speak this language.
Harry having their own language? Doesn't seem like it. It seems like they're just trying to mime meaning through carefully sounds they could make.
HS: *affirmative sizzle.
You leave for the giant bud. You give a Harry a pat and a flower. Harry returns happy sounds.
HS: *grateful purr. *rapturous sizzle.
You stand before the bud. It beckons you so strongly. It reminds you of something.
You couldn't resist but come near and touch the flower. It fills you with bliss.
It reminds you of someone, but you can't remember her name. You think her name's Hannah, or was it something else? She was the love of your life. What happened? You could no longer remember her words. You think hard; what were her words?
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Ah yes, that's her, Hannah whose hair flows like waves of a calm ocean, whose heart are as sweet as a tree's sap, and whose burly arms applies force upon your lightweight bones. You could swear you could see stars behind her eyes, and see the ocean beyond her glassen spikes. You both bore a child.
...
Good morning. You slept well. It was such a quiet night. The sun is now shining and rising, and there seems to be a meaty aroma coming from outside.
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There's a plaque a stuck on the frame. It says that it's a painting of Dargon, a patron deity of this region, apparently. It looks crude and old. There's some tales of it being defeated by some one-handed light-bearing hero, but they're probably fairy tales. You're not sure if it truly happened.
You doubt Lionel will be very happy for wrecking this piece of art, but you do it anyway.
...Wow. This thing's itchy to wear.
You go out your room to follow the meaty scent; it's a no-brainer to simply jump off the window. It seems to be coming from downstairs.
The aroma seems to be coming from a pot outside, and Lionel is tending it.
Lionel: Oh. You're awake.
Lionel: I'm making some breakfast.
Lionel: Sorry if it's going to be not good. I usually don't cook, especially under restrictions.
Lionel: God, is that one of the paintings?
Tiercel: What're these restrictions you speak of? Lionel: Well, I boarded up my kitchen long ago when the cook turned into a flan.
Lionel: I couldn't access it, so I tried to circumvent it. I tried to reach for a pot through a ventilation fan.
Lionel: I didn't succeed very much, but to my surprise, there's this cauldron just leaning on th back of the Zephyr.
Lionel: Anyway, I had very few ingredients I could access. I got some beans, cheese, butter, crickets, and meat.
Lionel: Please don't tell anyone I haven't paid yet. That forked lightning was awesome though.
You tip your hat in apology.
Tiercel: Sorry about the painting. I apologise that I have ruined this piece of art. Lionel: No worries. It's one of the most counterfeited painting in existence.
Tiercel: I see... What does it depict, its origin? Lionel: Well, I didn't really listen much to mythology when I was in school.
Lionel: But as far I know, that's Dargon the RNG, creator of the M.E.N.U. and patron deity of luck.
Lionel: According to legend, he was defeated by a one-armed hero wielding a lamp for abusing his power.
Tiercel: That is quite a story. Could I have some food? Lionel: Sure. Why would I cook so much for only myself?
Lionel: As a host, it is in my responsibility to make sure my guest is comfortable.
Lionel serves you a generous stew. It hot and meaty; should fill you up nicely. You must be a carnivore.
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You eat the generous stew. It's delicious and filling.
Tiercel: Thank you. It delicious. Lionel: You're welcome.
You have a few questions stewing in your mind.
Tiercel: How do you earn currency? I think it's called"jacks." Lionel: Yes, it's called "jacks." You earn it from working, selling stuff, and picking them up those people dropped.
Lionel: I don't think it would be very useful right now with all shopkeepers not around. Tiercel: I'd like to buy some stuff from Terry later on. Lionel: Well, I don't think they would open up anytime soon. I guess you could save cash.
Tiercel: Is there a library in this town? Lionel: No, but some establishments have books stowed around.
Lionel: The policy house might have the more interesting non-fiction articles.
Tiercel: Hmm... Would you like to accompany me in exploring the town. Lionel: Sure. If we're the last people alive, we might as well stick together.
Lionel has joined the ensemble.
You inspect the alleged orange paper on the ground. It's not really paper; more like a piece of plywood painted on. It's a sign welcoming, or perhaps attracting the onlooker to enter the establishment. It also has a notice of some sort of meeting.
The Zephyr
~~~ Final Flan Assmt. 8:00 - 11:00
Mushroom soup
Meaty Cheesy Bean Stew
Fried Crickets
Hot Water & Tea
Lionel: It's just the sign they used to inform people what they're serving.
You're not going in there. It's dark, and seems to be boarded and locked manifold inside. Anyway...
You and Lionel go toward the policy house. On the way, you ask some questions to Lionel.
Tiercel: I'm curious. When did all this, the destruction of pink fire and flannification start? Lionel: ... Huh? Tiercel: I won't push if you're unwilling. Lionel: Oh no. It's perfectly okay. I'll answer it. It's the least I can do. It's public information anyway.
Lionel: It started perhaps 3 months ago. Life in Quepxifah was going as usual.
Lionel: Workers from the fairgrounds and lumberyard and their families often visited us.
Lionel: The fairgrounds was being set up for a show for the upcoming month, and Terry set up shop a couple weeks prior.
Lionel: I don't think we did anything that could have triggered it, but I'm sure of one thing:
Lionel: It originated outside of town.
Lionel: It was also the news caught wind of shady dealings done by ArcaTech.
Tiercel: I see. What happened exactly after that? Lionel: Well, there was a great flash that enveloped the horizon and sky in a rose blaze.
Lionel: Then it disappeared. It was only a few days after that we found the town had become isolated from the rest of the world.
Lionel: A few did not take it well. It was that day that the flans and various white creatures started appearing.
Ah. Spare ourselves exposition. You have arrived at the doorstep of the [color=#00fff00]policy house[/color].
You reach for the handle of the door... It appears to be locked.
Lionel: We might need a way to get around that. Tiercel: Hmm. I think I can open this. Lionel: Were you locksmith or something? Tiercel: I doubt.
You steel yourself and slash your blady fingers through wood and brass. The doorknob and sorrounding wood reduced to splinters and metallic bits. It seems that Lionel just silenced himself.
You enter the building. Along with the messy room, a flan and a sylph welcomed you. You are immediately engaged into battle.
Hue: Red
VP: 25/25
CP: 15/15
Vigor: 7
Hue: Yellow
VP: 20/20
CP: 25/25
Vigor: 4
Mighty Swipe
Hue: Transparent
Cost: 3
Swipe the enemy with blades, dealing 7 damage.*
Target: Single
Fiery Swipe
Hue: Red
Cost: 6
Swipes the enemy with flaming blades, dealing 10 damage.*
Target: Single
Forked Lightning
Hue: Yellow
Cost: 8
Releases a lightning bolt that can hit up to three targets, dealing 10 damage to each.
Target: 1-3
Gusty Blow
Hue: Cyan
Cost: 3
Hits all enemies on the field with invisible fists of wind, dealing 5 damage to each.
Target: All
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Tiercel uses Fiery Swipe on Ribbon Sylph. 10 damage is dealt.
Ribbon Sylph is subdued.
Lionel uses Forked Lightning. 10 damage is dealt on ??? (Flan).
??? (Flan) uses Siphon Life on Lionel. 4 damage is dealt, and 4 VITALITY POINTS is restored.
Lionel uses Gusty Blow. 5 damage is dealt on ??? (Flan).
Tiercel uses Fiery Swipe on Ribbon Sylph. 10 damage is dealt on ??? (Flan).
??? (Flan) is subdued.
Scrimmage end!
Okay. Perhaps you applied too much force on the attack the flan is thrown far back into the room, toppling over a bookshelf. The flan is motionless.
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You inspect the body. It's white, stiff, and gooey. You rummage through some debris and find 6 jacks and 6 savvy.
You try to apply words into the flan. You close your eyes and focus. You let your mind expand beyond your head and soak the flan's being.
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... But to no avail. The words fail to dissolve into the flan.
You open your eyes and see a surprise. You've entered a place you don't believe you've been before. You stand in a barren land, devoid of life. Before you laid the body of the flan before the gravitational forces pulled it upwards only held back by a green frayed rope.
You look above and see a menacing eye, observing this world with scorn. The sky is dyed purple and pink, while arcane images flash in the background. High above you churned a great vortex of pale red flames that hungrily licked for the chunks that strayed too close to its wrath.
Without anything to hold it down, the flan began to drift upwards, closer to vortex of fire. You rush towards the flan, but it had already floated beyond your reach. The frayed green rope was still attached to the drifting flan, and was drifting your way. You reach out for the tether and as soon as you touched a fiber on the rope...
All of your vision is flooded with black.
Hello there, young boy/girl. What is your name, and what do you want to be?
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"I am Miguelea, and I'm going to be just like Tiercel."
"Tiercel... the street sweeper? Are you sure?"
"Why? He's cool."
"You can be better than that."
"I guess I'll be a healer."
Now, where will you go? Go to the pile of toy blocks and build something espectacular, to the toy instruments and make a masterpiece, or to the television and watch some cartoons?
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You've built a magnificent city. You've breathed color and life into them through your imagination.
Just look at all your citizens that is all happy and safe through your meticulous city planning.
"Dull-teethed Devil": Alright, Mig'. Playtime's over. Let's go home.
... You exasperatedly sigh... You'll be on your way home.
You approach Tiercel(?) and try to speak to him(?).
Tiercel (?): Hmm... I don't remember us talking here and now. You didn't.
Tiercel (?): Run along, Miggsy. We didn't talk here.
You ask him (?) if he is Tiercel. Tiercel (?): I am he, while also not. I was, but no longer is.
Ante-Tiercel: I'm only an echo, a memory of what is remembered.
Ante-Tiercel: I really wonder if talked here.
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You ask him if he's the future of Tiercel.
Ante-Tiercel: You didn't listen, did you?
Ante-Tiercel: I was him, but no longer is.
You ask where here is?
Ante-Tiercel: Don't you know?
Ante-Tiercel: This is your memory, and not mine.
Ante-Tiercel: Though I can tell that this place mirrors Tellafgextep
You ask if he's okay. Ante-Tiercel: I'm... fine.
Ante-Tiercel: It's... just my aura.
You feel the Dull-teethed Devil will call you soon.
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You think that's your mother. You ask what happened to him.
Ante-Tiercel: You really haven't listened to what I have said.
Ante-Tiercel: I am what I am, and always have been.
Ante-Tiercel: Think of here as a mirror, and everything you can see is a reflection.
Ante-Tiercel: I am one of those reflections.
The Dull-teethed Devil is calling you.
"Dull-teethed Devil:" Come one, Mig'. Your father's here.
She pulls you from Ante-Tercel.
"Steel-tongued Demon:" So, Miguelea. What do you want to be?
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Hmm... Vigilantism may help you get out the house.
You look around... what do you find?
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Ah. Your good old book. You've always liked this book, the Hues and You.
That which that makes you strong and warm,
Red is surely there to keep you from harm.
That which that deals with wood and clay,
Orange is clear to be at play.
That which makes sparks and lights appear,
Yellow is quite known to be near.
When it deals with things that live,
In green, it is best to believe.
When air and stuff are made to dance and flow,
Cyan is clapping out in the row.
When things are less and made quite chilled,
Blue is said to be unshelled.
When it deals with the mind and space,
Violet is known to be enlaced.
These are the hues that make our world;
Of creatures we know and near we hold,
These are elements that make the mold.
Well. One last read would surely not hurt. You have little heart of keeping it far.
You exit through the window. You set yourself to adventure, and crime-fighting, and ice cream too.
