You slowly drift out of your thoughts. What were you doing? Everything is foggy…
Ah yes, you...
Ah yes, you...
Triskaidekaphobia~ Multiversal Witch Worlds
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You slowly drift out of your thoughts. What were you doing? Everything is foggy…
Ah yes, you seem to have been drinking tea. You're sitting at a table in your garden, in a lovely wrought iron chair--
Wait, garden? Chair? You...don't think you have any chairs, and you certainly don't have a garden.
But of course you do. Here it is, with the apple trees all around. Leaning back, you look up. Through the boughs you see a misty grey sky. At least you won't get sunburned. Though you have your bonnet for that if worst comes to worst.
But something makes you think that...there is no sun in this orchard, that wherever the light filtering down comes from, it isn't from Earth's local star.
Part of you is stunned by this realization. The other part dismisses it as a passing fancy. In any case, you might as well check on your home, and see if everything's in order there. You stand up, dusting off your lace-edged, sapphire skirt.
Ah, there it is--your cottage is there in its quaint splendor, black steepled roof edged with gold. You turn the ebony handle of the warm yellow door, but not before you daintily wipe the shimmering dust of the rainbow path from your pointy-toed shoes.
Ah, so festive, so bright~! There's one thing you like about your cottage, and that's how it's bigger on the inside. The interior is an endlessly expanding mansion, like the dream of a victorian doll. Parlours and ballrooms, tea parties and birthdays, presents, garlands, ribbons, lace--
"May I take your bonnet, m'lady?"
"Of course, Madeleine." You smile warmly at the pink-haired maid. She's so cute, and such a dear friend--
"I've prepared a pot of tea, as you requested," a red-haired butler informs you, her demeanor somewhere between proper and tomboyish. "It's an apple blend--should go well with that pie you were planning ta make, don't ya think?"
As if suddenly noticing the slip into her native accent, she covers her mouth with a white-gloved hand, blushing in a rather adorably tsun way.
Of course, you don't mind the way she speaks. You find it rather charming after all.
"Thank you, Coquette. Now, why don't you help me with the apple pie? Or--" You smile mischievously. "--did you and Serafina have plans today?"
"N-no," she stammers. "I mean, we were goin' ta have a picnic later, but nothing that can't wait till after we're done baking."
"I promise we'll be done in time for your picnic," you declare. "Wouldn't do to keep her waiting, after all." You wink.
Madeleine giggles. "Coquette-chan and Serafina-chan are so cute~!"
--
After a half hour or so of baking, you and Madeleine are relaxing with a cup of apple tea and a small slice of the pie you baked. (You sent away a good third of it with Coquette, for her romantic excursion.)
At your suggestion, Madeleine has changed out of her French maid attire and into a pink party dress. It's your way of saying her friendship is just as (no, more!) important as her service to you, and besides, you love dressing up.
On that note, you've donned a pale golden gown embroidered with green leaves. Your cottage-mansion's extensive closets and sewing rooms make it effortless to create whatever wardrobe you desire.
KNOCK.
There are no hawks where little birds play.
KNOCK.
What? A guest? But you weren't expecting… Ah well, company is always welcome!
[] Send Madeleine to answer the door.
[] Answer it yourself.
Yes! Another quest! This one is multiversal. It will include PMMM and...y'know I was going to mention the other main candidates but I think it'd be better not to spoil them.
There will be no Bad End-ing in this quest. Not that things won't have consequences, of course. But what I mean is that I really enjoy writing if I have a story to tell, so as long as I have a playerbase I'll keep running this, and we will keep working to untangle this web of fate, and mystery, and...and...kittens? I know not.
About the title:
1) I like the word triskaidekaphobia. Always have. It sounds sorta ornate and spooky which appeals to my sensibilities as a Goth.
2) It's a very, very fond parody of a recent quest-naming trend involving poetically mysterious sounding words.
(That doesn't mean this quest won't take itself seriously.)
3) I've had this quest idea for a long time, but I couldn't decide what to call it. So this is a somewhat random choice in that sense.
Rules: Forum rules apply, as well as generally being a considerate person.
Some things of note:
--Write ins are always allowed. I may alter / veto a vote if it's sufficiently out of character.
--Red Truth (and the other colors as well) will be a thing in this quest. Possibly in-story, but definitely encouraged in quest discussion.
--I love Higure's policy of rewarding omakes, so I will do that. Somehow. Not sure if this quest will involve dice rolls yet.
And now to put my Japanese major to use (sort of)...
Ah yes, you seem to have been drinking tea. You're sitting at a table in your garden, in a lovely wrought iron chair--
Wait, garden? Chair? You...don't think you have any chairs, and you certainly don't have a garden.
But of course you do. Here it is, with the apple trees all around. Leaning back, you look up. Through the boughs you see a misty grey sky. At least you won't get sunburned. Though you have your bonnet for that if worst comes to worst.
But something makes you think that...there is no sun in this orchard, that wherever the light filtering down comes from, it isn't from Earth's local star.
Part of you is stunned by this realization. The other part dismisses it as a passing fancy. In any case, you might as well check on your home, and see if everything's in order there. You stand up, dusting off your lace-edged, sapphire skirt.
Ah, there it is--your cottage is there in its quaint splendor, black steepled roof edged with gold. You turn the ebony handle of the warm yellow door, but not before you daintily wipe the shimmering dust of the rainbow path from your pointy-toed shoes.
Ah, so festive, so bright~! There's one thing you like about your cottage, and that's how it's bigger on the inside. The interior is an endlessly expanding mansion, like the dream of a victorian doll. Parlours and ballrooms, tea parties and birthdays, presents, garlands, ribbons, lace--
"May I take your bonnet, m'lady?"
"Of course, Madeleine." You smile warmly at the pink-haired maid. She's so cute, and such a dear friend--
"I've prepared a pot of tea, as you requested," a red-haired butler informs you, her demeanor somewhere between proper and tomboyish. "It's an apple blend--should go well with that pie you were planning ta make, don't ya think?"
As if suddenly noticing the slip into her native accent, she covers her mouth with a white-gloved hand, blushing in a rather adorably tsun way.
Of course, you don't mind the way she speaks. You find it rather charming after all.
"Thank you, Coquette. Now, why don't you help me with the apple pie? Or--" You smile mischievously. "--did you and Serafina have plans today?"
"N-no," she stammers. "I mean, we were goin' ta have a picnic later, but nothing that can't wait till after we're done baking."
"I promise we'll be done in time for your picnic," you declare. "Wouldn't do to keep her waiting, after all." You wink.
Madeleine giggles. "Coquette-chan and Serafina-chan are so cute~!"
--
After a half hour or so of baking, you and Madeleine are relaxing with a cup of apple tea and a small slice of the pie you baked. (You sent away a good third of it with Coquette, for her romantic excursion.)
At your suggestion, Madeleine has changed out of her French maid attire and into a pink party dress. It's your way of saying her friendship is just as (no, more!) important as her service to you, and besides, you love dressing up.
On that note, you've donned a pale golden gown embroidered with green leaves. Your cottage-mansion's extensive closets and sewing rooms make it effortless to create whatever wardrobe you desire.
KNOCK.
There are no hawks where little birds play.
KNOCK.
What? A guest? But you weren't expecting… Ah well, company is always welcome!
{She rules a green cathedral}
[] Send Madeleine to answer the door.
[] Answer it yourself.
Yes! Another quest! This one is multiversal. It will include PMMM and...y'know I was going to mention the other main candidates but I think it'd be better not to spoil them.
There will be no Bad End-ing in this quest. Not that things won't have consequences, of course. But what I mean is that I really enjoy writing if I have a story to tell, so as long as I have a playerbase I'll keep running this, and we will keep working to untangle this web of fate, and mystery, and...and...kittens? I know not.
About the title:
1) I like the word triskaidekaphobia. Always have. It sounds sorta ornate and spooky which appeals to my sensibilities as a Goth.
2) It's a very, very fond parody of a recent quest-naming trend involving poetically mysterious sounding words.
(That doesn't mean this quest won't take itself seriously.)3) I've had this quest idea for a long time, but I couldn't decide what to call it. So this is a somewhat random choice in that sense.
Rules: Forum rules apply, as well as generally being a considerate person.
Some things of note:
--Write ins are always allowed. I may alter / veto a vote if it's sufficiently out of character.
--Red Truth (and the other colors as well) will be a thing in this quest. Possibly in-story, but definitely encouraged in quest discussion.
--I love Higure's policy of rewarding omakes, so I will do that. Somehow. Not sure if this quest will involve dice rolls yet.
And now to put my Japanese major to use (sort of)...
*bows* I'm new to this, so please take care of me!
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AnonymousRabbit
Rabbit Faced
Is that Dead Master?
[X] Answer it yourself.
Hehe, Kotori Asobi. Will delete post if space is needed.
[X] Answer it yourself.
Hehe, Kotori Asobi. Will delete post if space is needed.
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Thanks for being the first to comment/vote!
Guess I should call some more players...
@Crow @Higure @TheBleachDoctor
All are welcome, but I'm feeling shy, so I'll start with that and let other people trickle in or be summoned by others. >.<
Also to keep things engaging I'll be a bit trigger happy with updating for a while (regardless of 'sufficient' votes I mean) so gonna go ahead and start writing. Votes are NOT locked.
Guess I should call some more players...
@Crow @Higure @TheBleachDoctor
All are welcome, but I'm feeling shy, so I'll start with that and let other people trickle in or be summoned by others. >.<
Also to keep things engaging I'll be a bit trigger happy with updating for a while (regardless of 'sufficient' votes I mean) so gonna go ahead and start writing. Votes are NOT locked.
OctarineShrike
Avatar of Mandos
[x] Answer it yourself.
There Are No Hawks
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OOC: This turned out longer than I expected. Really fun to write though!
PSA 1: I have a general idea of plot, but please bear with me as I figure out the details! This will have a sandbox-y feel at times.
PSA 2: Please be aware that my interpretation of characters may differ from canon at times. I do give a lot of thought to characterization, however.
[X] Answer the door yourself
You float cautiously over on stripey-stockinged feet. You open the door, and…
"Hello, Candeloro." Your visitor has a dry, amused smile, her eyes half-lidded and green as Death.
"I don't--um...pardon my rudeness, but who might you be?" You stare at her, unable to help yourself despite your deep concern for manners.
She's a green-tinted brunette, her hair almost as curly as yours. Segmented horns rise from her head, and you can see delicate batwings behind her shoulders. Her hands are black fleshmetal; presumably that was why the knock was so loud.
Her clothing is simple and dark, but somehow still conveys an opulent, ghostly grandeur.
"Not an unreasonable question," she answers. Is she...trying to reassure you? It's hard to tell, with her detached smile that never changes. "I am Dead Master."
"Oh. That's…"
"A strange name, but it's mine. Actually..." She pauses, looking thoughtful. "It's not that unusual, given the naming conventions where I'm from. Huh. But I shouldn't distract myself." She returns her gaze to look at you, direct and clear and immeasurably far away.
"Worlds like yours and mine, of the same Magic but from completely separate Realities, are becoming traversible, and not just to those with the Power of Walking Between."
"Oh." At a loss, you venture, "That sounds...bad?"
"What? Oh no, it's magnificent. That's not the part that troubles us." She smirks, but you sense that it's not directed at you, but that despite her haughty, laughing gaze, she's inviting you to be smug with her. About what, you're not sure.
"We have, in fact, gotten some…" She gives you a sidelong glance. "...very intriguing ideas from these other dimensions. Especially from alternates of your Universe."
You blink. "You're...not from my universe, are you?"
She smiles. "Of course not. In my Reality girls aren't granted--right, you won't remember that. Suffice to say, in my world, magic is fuelled by Grief, not Hope."
A shiver runs down your spine. There's something at the edge of your mind, just out of reach.
Her magic has run out. Now what she creates will be from the ashes of tears.
You need to regain your composure. And what always does that best is offering tea and cake (well, pie) to guests.
"Where are my manners!" You exclaim, clapping your hands together. Won't you come sit and take tea with us, Dead Master-san?"
"Of course," she accepts graciously. "I understand your baking skills are rather famous."
You giggle as she follows you inside, the familiar exchange of pleasantries calming your nerves somewhat. "You seem to know a lot about me. But you have me at a disadvantage still…"
"I know. I'm working on that." She accepts the tea and pie that Madeleine jumped up to fetch for her. "Mmm, truly delicious." She savors Coquette's apple blend, and gives you a slight smile. But it's only for an instant, and when she lowers her teacup she looks...not exactly somber, but unreadable, again. That detached green ocean of ice in her stare.
"Candeloro. You are truly fortunate, that your World is so perfectly idyllic. Many of us call forth an obsessive dream, or a personal hell. I, for example--I wouldn't call myself unhappy, but my Domain was brought to life by an obsession with suicide. My Otherself," she murmurs quietly, before you can react. "Her nature is self-destruction."
I was born in a vault of golden glass
"That's--I'm sorry."
The Starseed, the Crystal Rose That Would Be, used to cloud and then brighten, but one day it dimmed completely
"Don't be," Dead Master says as she looks up, not unkindly. "She's the one I fight for, after all. And that relates to the matter at hand. Myself, and others like me--like both of us--want to create a System that will not condemn us to suffer and fight alone. It's been done before--at least twice in versions of your Universe, in fact--and now that the multiversal walls are breaking, we've seen that we have strength in numbers. Strength to overturn fate."
Oblivion melted the sky, and darkened my fracturing Dreamscape
You ponder this. It sounds frightening, inspiring and even a bit exciting, but something bothers you.
Her eyes in a thousand suns. Her smile the Moon, half in Void
"You keep talking about those like you and me, as if we have our own bits of Reality. As if we're separate from the rest of the Universe. But that doesn't make sense. I'm just a normal girl after all…"
She's weaving Herself a dark gown, rippling fabric of Nightmares
"You are yourself. You must exist. For all of Time and Space."
"No, you're not. You once were, but now none of us are." You catch a flicker of something in her eyes.
Her hands reach out to the stars, sure in Her Wish
The colors invert, a negative flash
You're not quite sure how to respond.
Mercy.
OOC: I have a huge crush on Dead Master. Bet you hadn't noticed.
PSA 1: I have a general idea of plot, but please bear with me as I figure out the details! This will have a sandbox-y feel at times.
PSA 2: Please be aware that my interpretation of characters may differ from canon at times. I do give a lot of thought to characterization, however.
[X] Answer the door yourself
You float cautiously over on stripey-stockinged feet. You open the door, and…
"Hello, Candeloro." Your visitor has a dry, amused smile, her eyes half-lidded and green as Death.
"I don't--um...pardon my rudeness, but who might you be?" You stare at her, unable to help yourself despite your deep concern for manners.
She's a green-tinted brunette, her hair almost as curly as yours. Segmented horns rise from her head, and you can see delicate batwings behind her shoulders. Her hands are black fleshmetal; presumably that was why the knock was so loud.
Her clothing is simple and dark, but somehow still conveys an opulent, ghostly grandeur.
"Not an unreasonable question," she answers. Is she...trying to reassure you? It's hard to tell, with her detached smile that never changes. "I am Dead Master."
"Oh. That's…"
"A strange name, but it's mine. Actually..." She pauses, looking thoughtful. "It's not that unusual, given the naming conventions where I'm from. Huh. But I shouldn't distract myself." She returns her gaze to look at you, direct and clear and immeasurably far away.
"Worlds like yours and mine, of the same Magic but from completely separate Realities, are becoming traversible, and not just to those with the Power of Walking Between."
"Oh." At a loss, you venture, "That sounds...bad?"
"What? Oh no, it's magnificent. That's not the part that troubles us." She smirks, but you sense that it's not directed at you, but that despite her haughty, laughing gaze, she's inviting you to be smug with her. About what, you're not sure.
"We have, in fact, gotten some…" She gives you a sidelong glance. "...very intriguing ideas from these other dimensions. Especially from alternates of your Universe."
You blink. "You're...not from my universe, are you?"
She smiles. "Of course not. In my Reality girls aren't granted--right, you won't remember that. Suffice to say, in my world, magic is fuelled by Grief, not Hope."
A shiver runs down your spine. There's something at the edge of your mind, just out of reach.
Her magic has run out. Now what she creates will be from the ashes of tears.
You need to regain your composure. And what always does that best is offering tea and cake (well, pie) to guests.
"Where are my manners!" You exclaim, clapping your hands together. Won't you come sit and take tea with us, Dead Master-san?"
"Of course," she accepts graciously. "I understand your baking skills are rather famous."
You giggle as she follows you inside, the familiar exchange of pleasantries calming your nerves somewhat. "You seem to know a lot about me. But you have me at a disadvantage still…"
"I know. I'm working on that." She accepts the tea and pie that Madeleine jumped up to fetch for her. "Mmm, truly delicious." She savors Coquette's apple blend, and gives you a slight smile. But it's only for an instant, and when she lowers her teacup she looks...not exactly somber, but unreadable, again. That detached green ocean of ice in her stare.
"Candeloro. You are truly fortunate, that your World is so perfectly idyllic. Many of us call forth an obsessive dream, or a personal hell. I, for example--I wouldn't call myself unhappy, but my Domain was brought to life by an obsession with suicide. My Otherself," she murmurs quietly, before you can react. "Her nature is self-destruction."
I was born in a vault of golden glass
"That's--I'm sorry."
The Starseed, the Crystal Rose That Would Be, used to cloud and then brighten, but one day it dimmed completely
"Don't be," Dead Master says as she looks up, not unkindly. "She's the one I fight for, after all. And that relates to the matter at hand. Myself, and others like me--like both of us--want to create a System that will not condemn us to suffer and fight alone. It's been done before--at least twice in versions of your Universe, in fact--and now that the multiversal walls are breaking, we've seen that we have strength in numbers. Strength to overturn fate."
Oblivion melted the sky, and darkened my fracturing Dreamscape
You ponder this. It sounds frightening, inspiring and even a bit exciting, but something bothers you.
Her eyes in a thousand suns. Her smile the Moon, half in Void
"You keep talking about those like you and me, as if we have our own bits of Reality. As if we're separate from the rest of the Universe. But that doesn't make sense. I'm just a normal girl after all…"
She's weaving Herself a dark gown, rippling fabric of Nightmares
"You are yourself. You must exist. For all of Time and Space."
"No, you're not. You once were, but now none of us are." You catch a flicker of something in her eyes.
Her hands reach out to the stars, sure in Her Wish
The colors invert, a negative flash
You're not quite sure how to respond.
Mercy.
{Is there really no Sun behind your apple orchard's grey skies?}
[ ] Write-inOOC: I have a huge crush on Dead Master. Bet you hadn't noticed.
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AuraTwilight
The Sorcerer of Smiles
- Location
- The Silver City
I have no idea what the hell Dead Master is but this seems interesting. Anyone mind catching me up to speed?
TheBleachDoctor
Secretly a Cat
- Location
- The Plane of Infinite Kittens
- Pronouns
- She/Her
I'm in. This is interesting.
Omegastar
fear the {CENSORED}.
she's (this version anyway) is from the OVA of Black Rock Shooter.
Crow
Falling is a Pleasure. Regardless of its Fate
For easy reading~
Ardion Prosili
An (im)Perfect Cell
[X] This is confusing. Think about it over tea.
Just FYI GM. Give some general ideas of ways to progress before just demanding write-ins otherwise your story might lag out with no one willing to step up to write in.
Just FYI GM. Give some general ideas of ways to progress before just demanding write-ins otherwise your story might lag out with no one willing to step up to write in.
Higure
Witch of Faith
- Location
- The Golden Land
This. Write-ins, are great, but people usually like to have some standard actions to build up from. Especially in situations where we don't know a lot, like this one.
[Q]REMEMBER EVERYTHING
[X] This is confusing. Think about it over tea.
-[X] Otherself?
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- A friendly desert community
Thanks for the advice! I will do that. Sorry about that, I'm still getting my bearings and don't always feel confident in pointing out a story direction.
Also thanks for invisitexting, Detective! You've lived up to your name. ^u~
Edit: Also, writing. Should hopefully be done soon.
Also thanks for invisitexting, Detective! You've lived up to your name. ^u~
Edit: Also, writing. Should hopefully be done soon.
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Okay There Might Be Hawks Now
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OOC: Been having friend drama, which oddly both saps my writing energy and makes me want to write more. >< But anyway, update!
[X] Confusing/Tea/Otherself
Sipping your tea, you grasp for some concrete detail to anchor your cold eerie mist of confusion.
"You mentioned having an...Otherself? Does that have something to do with what you've told me?"
"It does. More accurately, I am the Otherself of one who lives in the part of my Universe called Reality. She's a 'normal girl,' as you put it. But even she cannot be called completely 'normal'. Because I exist."
You're beginning to understand. "Am I one of these...Otherselves? If so, why don't I remember that girl's name, or anything about her?"
She gives you a thoughtful green gaze. "From what I understand, things work a bit differently in your Reality. I could call you an Otherself and it would be perfectly accurate--but you're...temporally separated from your RealSelf."
A single moment in time floods across your inner eye: the sky is a curving dome of golden glass, as you lie in a Seed made of crystal and inscribed with your Name.
"Then she existed before me in Time," You say half to yourself, distracted by things only you can see as distress creeps into your voice. "Does that mean my existence...ended hers?"
"I don't know," your guest replies evenly, shaking her horned head. "There's a lot we don't know even about our own Systems, but with the multiversal walls breaking, we plan to find out."
Soft fingertips brush your arm. You turn to see Madeleine, her golden eyes looking kindly into your wetly glimmering ones.
"If I may, Miss Candeloro?"
You nod, discreetly conjuring a handkerchief. How embarrassing, to start crying in front of a guest!
The pink-haired girl continues. "All of us--Coquette-chan, and Serafina-chan, and me (and even Helena-chan and Charlise-chan, who aren't here yet)--we were born from your imagination and your dreams. Maybe even your memories, though I can't answer that for sure. But that's why we exist here, in the World you created for yourself and wanted to share with us. I don't think...I don't think that the girl who lived in Reality would be unhappy to have become you, if she could see how wonderful this Realm is."
"I don't--I don't want to become a Witch!"
You smile gratefully at Madeleine.
Dead Master sets down her teacup, and then stands up with casual, feline grace. She smiles at you and offers her flesh-metal hand, an adventurous gleam in her eyes.
"Time doesn't matter so much now, any more than space does. I don't know who your Realself was, but maybe you can find her, and exist alongside each other. Come with me, and help us start Witch Vox."
"'Witch Vox'?" You question, hand hovering in the air between yourself and the outstretched one of your guest.
"Oh, sorry. I mean the new System we're creating. That's its name."
Your eyes flicker to Madeleine.
"Will you be alright if I go? I don't want to leave everyone in the lurch…"
She gives a gentle, encouraging smile. "But that's the beauty of it. You won't really be going anywhere, since this World is part of you. We'll be here whenever you want to come home, even just for tea or cake or something."
You extend your hand to clasp Dead Master's dark metallic fingers--they feel surprisingly warm, and human--and she pulls you to your feet. Then with a snap, she summons a large, skull-adorned...motorcycle?
For a minute you worry about potential damage to your home, but it seems your fears are groundless. The bike seems to exist in a separate Otherspace, which fades away into your World, revealing only a short stretch in either direction of the Other-road on which the bike sits.
The horned girl chuckles dryly at your reaction. "Shall we?"
"Wait, Miss Candeloro--let me tie on your bonnet." The particular bonnet she brings out is one you've never seen before--which isn't unusual, as you create new ones to dress up in all the time. What is unusual is the knowing smile Madeleine gives as she puts it over your golden locks.
You understand why. The bonnet itself is deep purple, with a blue ribbon around the brim. Dusty pink roses nestle against your hair, and the edges of the bonnet are trimmed with delicate red lace. The ties with which Madeleine secures it under your chin are black with orange polkadots. You catch her hands and hold them, touched but not sure what to say.
"I think Dead Master-san's waiting," she says with a giggle.
You manifest your boots to complete your ensemble, and stride over to the horned girl. She surprises you by lifting you up easily by the waist, and setting you on the bike, before hopping on herself.
The grey-green road on which the bike sits shimmers more strongly, its Reality pulsing into being as your World fades. You see Madeleine waving goodbye at you.
With a spark-spitting snort of green fire, the bike roars to life.
{What's the first stop on this journey?}
[ ] A World where time Changed at the call of Justice
[ ] A World in which the Key was wound
[ ] A World that cannot be seen without Love
[ ] A World where the labyrinth led to a Miracle
[X] Confusing/Tea/Otherself
Sipping your tea, you grasp for some concrete detail to anchor your cold eerie mist of confusion.
"You mentioned having an...Otherself? Does that have something to do with what you've told me?"
"It does. More accurately, I am the Otherself of one who lives in the part of my Universe called Reality. She's a 'normal girl,' as you put it. But even she cannot be called completely 'normal'. Because I exist."
You're beginning to understand. "Am I one of these...Otherselves? If so, why don't I remember that girl's name, or anything about her?"
She gives you a thoughtful green gaze. "From what I understand, things work a bit differently in your Reality. I could call you an Otherself and it would be perfectly accurate--but you're...temporally separated from your RealSelf."
A single moment in time floods across your inner eye: the sky is a curving dome of golden glass, as you lie in a Seed made of crystal and inscribed with your Name.
"Then she existed before me in Time," You say half to yourself, distracted by things only you can see as distress creeps into your voice. "Does that mean my existence...ended hers?"
"I don't know," your guest replies evenly, shaking her horned head. "There's a lot we don't know even about our own Systems, but with the multiversal walls breaking, we plan to find out."
Soft fingertips brush your arm. You turn to see Madeleine, her golden eyes looking kindly into your wetly glimmering ones.
"If I may, Miss Candeloro?"
You nod, discreetly conjuring a handkerchief. How embarrassing, to start crying in front of a guest!
The pink-haired girl continues. "All of us--Coquette-chan, and Serafina-chan, and me (and even Helena-chan and Charlise-chan, who aren't here yet)--we were born from your imagination and your dreams. Maybe even your memories, though I can't answer that for sure. But that's why we exist here, in the World you created for yourself and wanted to share with us. I don't think...I don't think that the girl who lived in Reality would be unhappy to have become you, if she could see how wonderful this Realm is."
"I don't--I don't want to become a Witch!"
You smile gratefully at Madeleine.
Dead Master sets down her teacup, and then stands up with casual, feline grace. She smiles at you and offers her flesh-metal hand, an adventurous gleam in her eyes.
"Time doesn't matter so much now, any more than space does. I don't know who your Realself was, but maybe you can find her, and exist alongside each other. Come with me, and help us start Witch Vox."
"'Witch Vox'?" You question, hand hovering in the air between yourself and the outstretched one of your guest.
"Oh, sorry. I mean the new System we're creating. That's its name."
Your eyes flicker to Madeleine.
"Will you be alright if I go? I don't want to leave everyone in the lurch…"
She gives a gentle, encouraging smile. "But that's the beauty of it. You won't really be going anywhere, since this World is part of you. We'll be here whenever you want to come home, even just for tea or cake or something."
You extend your hand to clasp Dead Master's dark metallic fingers--they feel surprisingly warm, and human--and she pulls you to your feet. Then with a snap, she summons a large, skull-adorned...motorcycle?
For a minute you worry about potential damage to your home, but it seems your fears are groundless. The bike seems to exist in a separate Otherspace, which fades away into your World, revealing only a short stretch in either direction of the Other-road on which the bike sits.
The horned girl chuckles dryly at your reaction. "Shall we?"
"Wait, Miss Candeloro--let me tie on your bonnet." The particular bonnet she brings out is one you've never seen before--which isn't unusual, as you create new ones to dress up in all the time. What is unusual is the knowing smile Madeleine gives as she puts it over your golden locks.
You understand why. The bonnet itself is deep purple, with a blue ribbon around the brim. Dusty pink roses nestle against your hair, and the edges of the bonnet are trimmed with delicate red lace. The ties with which Madeleine secures it under your chin are black with orange polkadots. You catch her hands and hold them, touched but not sure what to say.
"I think Dead Master-san's waiting," she says with a giggle.
You manifest your boots to complete your ensemble, and stride over to the horned girl. She surprises you by lifting you up easily by the waist, and setting you on the bike, before hopping on herself.
The grey-green road on which the bike sits shimmers more strongly, its Reality pulsing into being as your World fades. You see Madeleine waving goodbye at you.
With a spark-spitting snort of green fire, the bike roars to life.
{What's the first stop on this journey?}
[ ] A World where time Changed at the call of Justice
[ ] A World in which the Key was wound
[ ] A World that cannot be seen without Love
[ ] A World where the labyrinth led to a Miracle
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Ardion Prosili
An (im)Perfect Cell
The last two are Umineko and Higuarshi. Can't tel lthe others
AuraTwilight
The Sorcerer of Smiles
- Location
- The Silver City
[x] A World that cannot be seen without Love
Also holy shit was one of our familiars possessed by Madokami?
Also holy shit was one of our familiars possessed by Madokami?
- Location
- A friendly desert community
Madeleine has always had golden eyes. She may have been possessed by Madokami.
AnonymousRabbit
Rabbit Faced
[X] A World in which the Key was wound
Desudesudesudesu time if my guess is correct.
Desudesudesudesu time if my guess is correct.
TheBleachDoctor
Secretly a Cat
- Location
- The Plane of Infinite Kittens
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[X] A World in which the Key was wound