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cody toscarina // affiliated with eidolon path

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guiltdream‌:

‘You.’

They were all coming back to haunt him now, weren’t they? He’d recognize that voice anywhere, even if it was just the dream that had brought it to him before.

Cody…

‘Haven’t you done enough, already?’

Those words were enough to send a chill down his spine as he turned around, swallowing roughly. He…he hadn’t told her he’d told….he’d told–

There’s no other reason for her to approach him like that if she hadn’t known. But…how…how had she. There wasn’t another Happy Dream was there, other versions of these people he knew? That wasn’t possible, it couldn’t be possible.

A hand trailed to his neck once more, to the scars that marred it. A habit now.

Her anger made some sort of emotion he couldn’t place tug at his chest he…he was almost pleased she was berating him already. He couldn’t even speak to defend himself - not like he would, she had every right to be angry with him like she was right now.

All Russell could do was stand there, radio silence between the two of them, opening his mouth to say something then closing it again.

“…..”

What could he even do?

Silence hung heavy in the air as it looked for a moment that Russell would try to respond, and Cody’s breath caught in her throat as she waited for the words. Even through her anger, she didn’t really want to hurt the boy, and a part of her was ready to accept any excuse, anything to make that moment feel right again.

What should have been only an instant of silence stretched on, though, and the desire for peace that had briefly overcame her was replaced with even more fury. After everything, she at least deserved an answer from Russell, didn’t she?

“Don’t you have anything to say for yourself? I know full well you’re not just some shy kid now, Russell.”

Taking a harsh step forwards, she could barely keep herself from shaking as she continued.

“You were never really the innocent friend you made yourself out to be, so you can just drop the act and-”

Cody was sure she had more to say as she got close enough to reach one hand out to Russell’s shoulder, shaking him briefly.

However, the forced movement made Russell’s throat, previously hidden partially by shadow, visibly obvious to Cody, and the sight of its state cut off any thought, much less the words that died in her own throat. 

“... R-Russell, where did... when did you get that...”

There it was again, the pity that fought against any of her anger, determined to not let her forget the quiet boy she had cared so much for. Removing her hand from his shoulder, she backstepped enough to give some distance between them once more, unsurety painting her face.

“You... didn’t have that in town...”

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@ablessedangel

For this definitely not being the dream, it was shocking how many residents of the mental construct somehow ended up here. Not that Cody would complain, in most cases. 

In reality, she probably hadn’t known any of them, and even if she had, it likely would have been in passing. However, within the boundaries of a peaceful town separate from the rest of the world, they were all... a family. 

The fondness built there filled Cody’s heart as she recognized the form of the younger girl standing a bit away, bounding forward with a kind smile.

“Gardenia, is that you? It’s such a relief to see you’re okay!”

Or... as okay as any of them were, she guessed.

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torejoice‌:

His senses were sharp enough even without any enhancements from magecraft or the spirit that resided within him, and so a measured step stopped that collision from meeting. His head turned, dark eyes looking down upon the young woman as she addressed him respectfully. Another Christian…or Catholic perhaps, judging by her resemblance to a certain someone. She really did look a lot like that small priest Kirei had become familiar with. 

“Apology accepted.” He turned fully towards her, hands clasped comfortably behind his back in his typical posture. “Are you in a hurry, or simply distracted, my child? Or perhaps you are more of a newcomer than I. Do you need guidance?” 

“Heh, was it that obvious?” Awkwardly laughing for a moment, Cody lifted a hand to toy with one of her pigtails absentmindedly. “I did just arrive very recently, yes. I guess I was probably paying more attention to figuring this place out than actually looking where I was going.”

An uncomfortable smile settled on her features as she shifted position, holding her hands politely in front of her skirt. It was a relief that he seemed to be perfectly fine with her missteps, and Cody was not one to turn down goodwill.

“If it’s not too much of a hassle, I would love some help, Father.”

[ousamars]

dogma’s trying his best

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alrosary‌:

How many days has it been, now? A month and some to spare? Thirty-something days of telling himself, as dawn breaks over the village, as his wandering feet leave crisp prints in new snow, that today is the day he will see her again. Every morning, up at first light, down to the heart of the village, waiting anxiously for a glimpse of brown hair, red eyes. He still hasn’t given up hope, has he? Today, and the words are worn-out and weary, is the day God will bring her back to me. Oh, Cody.

Your brother misses you so.

And despite his prayers, despite his desperate wishes and all his best preparations, he still–doesn’t know what to do when he sees her. Thank you, Lord, for hearing my prayers, for giving me this blessed gift, I am as always your devoted servant–he’s glad she’s running to him, because though he leapt to his feet at her calling his name he finds he’s rooted in place, like if he looks down he’ll find violet-studded vines tying him down.

“Cody–!”

He finds a way to move again once she’s close enough, darting forward the last few steps to pull her in for a tight embrace. This isn’t a dream. Dogma lifts her up, spins like he’s a giddy little boy of twelve again, sets her back down gently on her feet when his arms start to ache. There are snowflakes collecting on her shoulders, and he steps back to dust them off, barely able to believe that she’s–here, that she’s real.

“Oh, Cody. It’s you. It really is you.” There are tears, hot on his cheeks. “It really is you.”

Each step closer had more strength behind it, by the time she ran into Dogma’s arms Cody was using all her strength to reach him. Her brother’s tight embrace was filled with a warmth that blocked out any of the chill she had been experiencing even seconds before, and in an instant she felt like a child once more, safe and secure in the arms of her big brother. As he lifted her up and spun her in the air, Cody couldn’t hold back the innocent laughter that rang out in response.

As she was eventually placed back down, and the moment faded to the present once more, a genuine smile stayed firmly in place as she looked up to Dogma, barely even noticing the snow he carefully brushed off of her.

“There... There’s no reason to cry, silly. It’s not like I could leave you alone!”

The confidence she tried to portray was false, shaky, and her arms screamed to reach out for him again, to truly make sure this moment was real. She didn’t know how this could happen, but even standing by Dogma once more felt like more than a miracle.

“What kind of little sister would I be if I wasn’t here to keep you out of trouble?”

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@constructivecritisms

That... was not Russell.

The boy was similar enough that Cody was struck at first glance, but the differences stuck out within an instant. The darker shirt, the smug aura, even the kid’s eyes were completely different.

But it was familiar enough that she felt her legs moving her towards him, and an off-hand comment from Gardenia remembered gave some answers by the time she arrived by his side.

“... Informant, right?” That was the one Gardenia had mentioned seeing at that strange store, wasn’t it? The girl had seemed baffled by how similar the two were.

... That could make more sense, now.

“Who... who are you, really? And why do you look like...”

Him.

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@torejoice

In life, Cody rarely visited churches besides her family’s own after Dogma’s hard work paid off. And while she did attend other masses before then, most of her direct experiences with priests were her own brother.

That did not keep her from recognizing one upon almost running into him while swiftly walking through the snow. Embarrassment colored her face as she backpedalled from her near collision, one hand holding the cross necklace hanging around her neck nervously, face turned upwards to look the much taller man in the face.

“I’m so sorry, Father. I must have not have been paying enough attention to the walkway.. I hope I didn’t take you too off guard!”

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(( with those done, would anyone else like a starter? hesitantly placing this at a limit of 2 for now, with castmates excluded ))

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@guiltdream

Cody was sure she would forever be able to recognize the figure standing a few yards away, back turned to her. Even a passing glance over the surroundings was enough to shift to a focused gaze, her body freezing in place at the sight. 

Russell was here. There was no one else that could be, and she had been hoping he wouldn’t be there enough that there was no chance she could be imagining it. 

The flood of emotions that filled her being as she looked to the boy was what she had hoped to avoid for the rest of her somehow lengthened life. 

There was relief amongst them. She had thought for sure that Russell, the useful boy she almost saw as a younger brother, was destined to perish. She did care about him. Despite everything, she truly did.

But that care didn’t erase the anger that boiled within her, rage that was heated by the flames Russell himself set ablaze. 

Anger pushed her towards him, hands in fists at her side, her voice harsh as she spoke up.

“You... Haven’t you done enough, already? I thought you were done now, Russell.”

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@alrosary​

The air was colder than Cody remembered being possible. Her body, expecting to be surrounded by flames and instead met with a chilled wind, shuddered as she looked around the surroundings, baffled.

This wasn’t the false happiness of the imaginary town, nor was it the truth of heat licking at a small church and those within it. Russell didn’t seem to be lingering nearby, and she felt... real, now.

Widened eyes, confused and trying to find answers, stopped abruptly when a familiar sight met them.

“Dogma?”

She was certain that she could see her brother sitting on the side of the clearing, with hair that looked just like her own in color and texture, with the same traditional priest wear she had grown used to seeing him in years ago.

It felt too good to be true, after everything. But could this finally be the answer to her lifetime of prayers? 

This wasn’t the dream. This was, miraculously, the real world. And knowing that drove the girl to run forwards, shouting.

“Dogma!!”

[eidolonpath]

okay, i think everything should be fine now, so once again here's cody, with app under /app!

Welcome to Eidolon, traveler. Wishes have brought you far, and we know they will only bring you further.

You will find your residence in Bunkhouse #11.

A wooden bow and four arrows, along with a rosary sits upon your mattress…

Search, seek, persist. Take heart in your heart.

May Diaidem bless you.

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