don&#x27;t cry, please smile

Oh, Wolfram could already tell that this was going to be—as Vanessa would say—hella awkward.

"P-Pardon me, you just… You look exactly like my uncle." Every detail was an exact match, except for the identity of the being in front of him. It was one thing if another Uncle Tettere from a different timeline didn’t remember him. But sharing his same physical features and voice and gestures as a completely different person is another thing entirely.

#wolfram von friedhof #im laughiing oh my god #adorbssss

Now that was weird! Ren felt a teensy bit awkward, he kinda wanted to ask Raine to switch back to her. Whoever Wolfram's uncle was- he definitely didn't want to appear before him. He would probably laugh it off if he did meet with him, but likely he'd run or hide behind Wolfram just in case.

"--Do I...now?" He blinks twice, with lips curved into an o shape. He then rubs the back of his head now, with a slight frown, "Sorry if.....this is a bit awkward for you, Wolfram."

yallmekakushi-blog-deactivated2

"This is a story about him and her.”

#.the hopeful one #.the storyteller #epilepsy warning

Writhing In The Heat of The Sun—

I can feel myself in a daze; memories are merging as I step forward.

What is Truth? What is a Lie?

I shall confirm both by myself and only myself.

lugenbold

It happened to be a relatively normal day, with the sky clear of the clouds. There was a bit of a breeze, which chilled the girl, causing for her spine to rattle. Today, she decided to go to the park, which she went to often. She didn't have much of a home currently, but she managed! It was a relatively small cottage on the outskirts of the city-- convenient, right? It was out of the sight of prying eyes, especially those who demanded rent or mortgage.

With a grin, the dark haired girl began to skip, watching the cracks on the way to avoid breaking her (present day) mother's back. Her dark eyes were all over the place, soon setting on one of the benches. Before she did sit though, Raine's attention was now focused on a cat, and from the looks of it....it was a stray cat! It looked awfully familiar, for some reason.

Yet upon seeing the stray, she then heard a voice: an unfamiliar voice. A boy's voice who had yet to hit puberty yet....!

For a moment, Raine seemed to go into a daze. She looked over her shoulder to see a brunette boy heading her way. Snapping out of her thoughts, she heard something among the lines of: "follow the cat!" or something similiar. She obliged, by turning around and heading after the stray feline.

"Come...come back kitty!"

What an eventful day this is going to become.

#lugenbold #incharge #.the prologue #this is poopy im gomen

It was a rather dramatic transformation, at least to him. Wolfram sort of envied Raine in that respect: at least there were external signs of the change and it was definitely ominous enough to alert people that “shit was going down,” as Vanessa would say it.

But as her other self started to appear, the features they began to exude was in startling likeness to someone else he knew—and that threw him off more than the fact that Raine was a demigod.

"U-Uncle Tettere?!"

...Huh? That was weird, no one ever reacted like this before! When the name left the dark haired boy's lips, it concerned the demigod greatly.

"...Pardon? I am afraid that I am confused, greatly. Do elaborate, Wolfram."

It was strange, actually, to be mistaken for another! Nothing like this happened prior! Well, actually-- this was new, since Raine never showed him off like this before! The boy's wide eyed expression told him that his entrance seemed to make him think that....he was his uncle? Oh dear.

He was slightly taken aback by the sudden revelation of Raine’s other personalities. Wolfram had never encountered someone else like him. But his surprise dissipated quickly as he nodded.

"Well, um. Sure, if I can meet him now. Whatever works for the both of you."

#wolfram von friedhof #here's your uncle tettere i mean what

He seemed rather shocked about her reveal. It was supposedly a big deal: her having two other set personalities. Two personalities, one would have to either break or get through too to finally get to herself. With a smile, the girl nodded twice to the dark haired boy.

"Alright."

She closed her eyes shut, and took a long breath. Within seconds her body slowly began to fade away, and a mist started to appear. The mist became very heavy, and soon Wolfram could no longer see her or the enviroment around them. Raine's form became a inch or so taller than she originally was. Her dark hair that was tied into pig tails with bows began to lessen and became as bright as the sun. Her once dark brown eyes shone bright blue, and she wore (rather he now) a charming smile to match. His eyes were sharp and stared through the mist, directly at Wolfram.

With a wave of his hand, the mist was blown away by a abrupt gust of wind.

"--Wolfram, correct?" This alternate self said with a confident smirk, " Charmed to meet with you; I am Ren, the Demigod of Haunting."

This therefore told Wolfram that Raine was also a demigod to boot! There was also Ran, but Wolf would meet with her another time.

canticumamoris

"Heh, now that’s one interesting reply."

Most people just agreed, that no matter what there was a distinct line between imagination and reality.

That is, except his family and those connected to it. After all, they were living proof anything could be real.

Was anything really fiction?

Perhaps in one world, some things could be impossible. But in others, not. Perhaps everything was possible in one world, while in another it was all impossible. How boring would that be? He liked this world, this time. Even with it’s messed up timetravelers of whom he personally had the “displeasure” of knowing.

"Emory von Friedhof." The blonde nodded his head in greeting. "Hey, uh. By chance, you aren’t human, are you? I’m just guessin’… like… your red hair makes me think of my father."

#canticumamoris #poor shota baby omfg #but heck ye ah that'd be really cute #and Raine would be all like: ONWARD AULIS~

Was it really that interesting? She wondered if it was a sufficient enough reply for the other. Maybe, maybe she was over thinking things! Yes, that must be it.

The (current) red headed girl pondered of what to say next, to perhaps add some wit to her response all together. But he beat her too it, with an introduction no less. She had to think quick, maybe to throw him off, just a bit.

The person before her felt quite similiar to her Daddy. It was no doubt, that he may be a demigod or something even more powerful. Her senses were rather weak now, but she was sure after she practiced a bit, she'd be able to sense and figure what people were actually were.

"Um, well I am a human, yes!" She replies, with a confident nod. His last name was odd; was it one of those Latin based languages? " Though, I am a bit different, since I practice magic."

Well it wasn't quite a lie, but it wasn't the entire truth either. Emory's last query threw her off though; her red hair reminded him of his father? Strange. Raine didn't think too much of it yet.

"--My name is Ran," she then proceeded to curtsy" it's nice to meet you, Mr. Emory!"

canticumamoris

Unlike his cousin, Ezra Johnson, Emory did not conduct as his father, Märchen von Friedhof, did. Somehow, that ability had been given to his cousin, rather than himself. Not that he minded. He rather preferred to conduct in peace, without raising the dead to enact their revenge.

He raised the slim conductor’s baton and shut his eyes. The personifications of various instruments straightening up, their bodies surrounding the well and it’s forest area.

The special place where his father and aunt met. The special place where his two fathers swore to each other. The special place that brought his uncle and aunt together.

The special place he hoped would bring himself and her together.

"Eins, zwei, drei…" His rough voice murmured in German. His wrists gave a flick and suddenly the entire place was filled with music,

“This tale is a work of fiction. However, this doesn’t mean everything will be fictitious.”

And as the instruments kept singing and playing, Emory opened a single eye and turned to Raine, a bored and tired expression on his face.

"Isn’t that right, child?"

#canticumamoris #that is beautiful omf #does that mean he'll read her bedtime stories and stuff because that'd be hella cute #bless his soul

The music was beautiful, enticing even! The few notes that were belted out brought her attention to the conductor who stood near the well. She wondered what the significance of it was actually.

What he said though, made her overly curious. It depended on the tale whether a tale was fictitious or not. It also depended on perspective too, she felt.

Her eyes widened. Whoever the blond lad was, he noticed her and it didn't take him long to either. Not that she minded though, it helped break the ice between the two. Yet he proposed an odd question to her.

She didn't speak at first, only letting her mouth hang open for a few minutes.

"indeed, yes." She quips, with a quick nod. "Then again, it depends on the listener who may share a different perspective. Yes?"

"I’ll talk about him if it’ll help us some more. It’s just that my knowledge of him is very limited to what Friedrich had observed." Not even his parents knew of the Aschenprinz. Well, they knew he was there—dormant inside him—but nothing else. It even mad Father uneasy, and that was a very hard thing to do.

"But if you know of other ways, Miss Raine, then I’ll be more than happy to listen to any suggestions."

"Well!" She clasped her hands together at that point.

"I have something much similiar to you, and when hearing of it, I was surprised." Truthfully, she didn't know anyone else with the abilities to shift forms or personas, with the aside from mother and father. "...There is someone, well two people dormant within me and one would be quite enthusiastic to assist."

These abilities of hers, became more then just masks to hide her true idenity. They soon became new personalities, eventually becoming their own person. Raine didn't mind however, she did get awfully lonely nowadays.

She could hear the whispers from Ren, her demigod form. The one who took much after her father.

"He's able to pin point certain things, such as memories or faces... ! You'd just need to concentrate on it in your mind for him to get a sense of what your skull friend looks like." It was strange of how much trust she put into Wolfram at this point. That was likely beacause he wasn't apart of the group of children who was the next generation, nor was he one of her parents.

"--Say, I'm guessing you'd like to meet with him now huh? Since I've talked a lot about him now.."

Wolfram never really thought about what the Aschenprinz was in relationship to himself. “I’m not sure. He just… happened one day. I don’t usually like to talk about him.”

"And unfortunately no, I’m not. When he takes over, my plane of thought gets shoved into the background and stays there, unaware of external surroundings." He realizes the danger of this, but if he could be aware of what the Aschenprinz was up to while he has full reign of his body, Wolfram would have known where he dropped Friedrich. "But the gap in my memory is only missing maybe a hundred meters of distance, so it’s not that difficult to estimate where he could be."

Ah, he seemed to be a sensitive topic then. Raine bit her lip, nodding twice. This Aschenprinz seemed like not the most friendliest.

"I see. I'm sorry for asking, if you're not comfortable talking of him." She felt guilty that she asked Wolfram to talk about him. Her gaze lowered to her feet. It was stupid of her, she spoke without thinking! Though, at least he had a vague idea of where to go next. "I'm glad to know that you have a good idea of where we can find him!"

It wouldn't matter if she told Wolfram her secret. It wasn't like it'd affect the timeline, that dealt mostly with her parents and their family members and friends.

"Cause, like if your memory only misses about hundred meters of distance, I could make it a ton faster to finding him!" She wasn't entirely sure of how to contribute to this, other then transforming to one of her alternate forms, namely Ren. He'd be useful..to help in the search!

#noneroico #incharge #.the prologue

Writhing In The Heat of The Sun—

I can feel myself in a daze; memories are merging as I step forward.

What is Truth? What is a Lie?

I shall confirm both by myself and only myself.

noneroico

Quietly, did the girl creep within the shadows. Ever since she arrived in this time line, she felt at unease. Perhaps it was because that she was all alone, fending for herself without mother or father to help her back onto her feet. Ah, she regretted not bringing her stuffed animal with her on the trip. Though, if she did bring him it was likely he would be torn through the frabrics of time.

Slowly, did Raine walk on the sidewalk, kicking a few pebbles as she progressed aimlessly. She just narrowly dodged her father again, demanding answers from her. It was hard to elaborate to him...about how she was his daughter. But she kept clarifying that she was just an observer, but with different termiology.

It was then the girl heard a scream, her eyes widened and she swiftly turned around to see a truck being thrown across the crosswalk. In a instance, she saw a boy leap toward it and go underneath, swiftly saving a young child that was nearly going to be crushed.

She saw in the sky, enemies that flew, armed with teeth as sharp as daggers and claws that could be used to make it's victim motionless.

It seemed that the past was hectic too.

Pulling her hood up over her face, Raine began to chant a spell after she grabbed one of her tomes. She waited for the oppertunity where the creature (who was unaware of her and more focused on the dark haired boy) dove for the other. By a milisecond, the spell was completed the creature was wrapped within a vortex of fire - it's screech filled the air and it burnt to ash.

Yet, it seemed that they weren't done, since five more appeared on the scene!

Wolfram’s face grew stern. He had hoped to steer clear of discussing this, but maybe it was better to get it out of the way.

"He’s a creature only known as the Aschenprinz, or the Prince of Ashes. As his name states, he can control ashes to his will. Because of that power, he can replace even dismembered limbs or heal deep lacerations. He can also summon skeleton soldiers from the grave and other sorts of things—since, when burnt, most things turn to ash." He paused for a moment. "That being said, he has a weakness to fire. But he’s quite sadomasochistic, but more sadistic, I would say."

The young man sighed, half aggravated and half worried. “I must have blanked out because he appeared. And during that time must be when I lost Friedrich.”

"Aschen...p..p..prinz..?" Her pronunciation was a bit off, which bothered her. The alter ego Wolfram had was alike her alter egos! Each with their own set personalities as well. It was strange, she thought she was the only one with such an ability! Well, having another persona who had different personality mostly. "I see, he seems kinda scary." The power of ash? She's never encountered someone with that ability.

"He's like, an alternate self of yours, right?" Her head tilted then. Raine was quite interested; perhaps said Aschenprinz could assist the two of them. "Or he rather a ...umm...self defense mechanism persona?" She knew sometimes people had alternate selves to defend themselves in case something was dangerous for them. Raine seemed familiar with the concept.. Looks like Wolfram wasn't getting out of this one.

"That really stinks then," A pause, "...Wait-- Wolfram, are you not conscious when he appears..?" This raised alarmed; maybe it was to keep the other out of harms way? It was a plausible solution.

"There’s a gap in my memory. I might have blanked out, or…"

Or something happened and he came out. Wolfram groaned internally; it had been quite a long time since he had dealt with that problem. He almost forgot that it existed. Troublesome. They could have misplaced Friedrich in the ecstasy of some form of fight.

Wolfram sighed, “That person has the worst timing…”

That's odd. Why would Wolfram blank out? Did someone beat him up? If that was the case she'd try to find them and force them to apologize! Yeah, that seemed like the most logical plan. Violence and beating someone up didn't usually work, most resisted because of it. Without anyone to guide her, she had to decide for herself. She couldn't follow her parent's logic where violence became justice (well mostly her mother's idealistic views).

Upon mentioning another person, Raine blinked again.

"Ehhh, that person?"

Whomever they were, they seemed to be important. "Um, who is that person? If you don't mind me asking? It may help us find your skull friend!"

"Yes," he replied, "I know this forest like the back of my hand. I came from over there…"

Wolfram walked in the direction from whence he came and began to retrace his steps, with Raine following close behind. He closed his eyes briefly, trying to visualize his walk prior to meeting Raine and it was then that he realized a strange thing:

There was a gap in locations.

He had originally taken his usual walking path for granted, but now that he thought about it more carefully, there was a time where his memories stopped at a certain location before picking up again considerably farther along the trail. It might have been during that gap in his memories that he lost Friedrich. But if that was the case, then why was there a gap in the first place?

Silently, Raine nodded her head in response. She followed him without speaking a word. She worried if she spoke she'd make him lose his focus on the task ahead. Forests were always a bit tricky, since it looked the same for the most part. One needed to make sure they were aware of their surroundings, by marking trees to make sure they did not come from this way or that.

As they walked quietly within the wood, Raine listened to the insects buzzing about while the birds chirped merrily within the trees. It was unlike home, that was for sure. Yet she'd grow used to it in time! The demigod's eyes shortly fell onto Wolfram and immediately did she notice he wasn't by her side, rather a few steps behind her. cocking her head to the side, the girl rejoined the dark haired boy by his side.

"Mm..Wolfram?" Her tone of voice was filled with question, " Is something the matter?"