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Hi! Yet another parody blog by yours truly: @discothemechanic!
Things I'm fine with:
Gore, horror, blood, injury, violence, cussing
No:
NSFW, sexual, ships, political, anything homophobic, racial, or culture discrimination. That includes religion.
Character sheet and headcannons below:
I feel like shit. I’ll be on semi-hintas. That includes all my parody blogs. If this is reblogged by a parody then it’s mine.
🪩 Hello! Owner of the blog here! I wanted to let you know I am currently very sick and I apologize for any delay on responses or posts. I have been spending most of my time sleeping and being incredibly dizzy heh! So please be patient!
If anyone has any questions about my AUs don’t be afraid to send stuff in my inbox! I love people asking questions!
Gladiator AU:
SFOTH @lanistas-swords
Sunburst sword @gladiator-sun
Mermaid Dom @mer-idol
Broken dreams AU:
Venomshank and Darkheart @haunting-beasts
Illumina @angel-of-light
Follower sword @follower-sword
Egobworder @captain-of-playground
Ghostwalker @strolling-amongst-ghosts
Sianchkit, Ghostscythe, Zombie Broker @the-ghost-and-the-sianach
The Spawn @creation-inpherno
Crow Dom and Dove Valk @princes-of-music
Sweeten Up! AU:
Marshmellow Sword @sugarcoated-dragon
Medcarrot @sleep-deprived-carrots
Kingdom AU:
Dragonsnap sword @dragonic-floral
Original story “The Amot Shania”: @ms-dark-space @disco-party-ocs
DLUFFA:
Venomshank @venomoftheshank
Darkheart @thedarkestofhearts
The Spawn @creation-inpherno
Dom @megaphone-idol
Venomshank’s crows @thecrowsofvenom
Ghostderri @the-ghost-librarian
Crystal Killer: @crystal-killer-au
Dandy’s world:
Glisten @torn-ribbons
Other:
Hoverboard @reckless-weasel
Mama Spawn with her babies
Hewo I think your really pretty can I hug you or ATLEAST give you a hand shake
“I don’t do hugs.”
Please help! My friend is being harassed and he even knows her email now! ZSpeedNumberBlocks is a YouTuber with 27.8k subscribers and has been harassing my friend ever since she has been exposing him of being overly obsessed with her, having a weird crush on her (he’s 18 she’s 15), calling minors H*ntai, Wh*res, sl*ts and harassing them. He reposts her art without permission and EVERYTIME she makes a post about it he taunts her. He makes up lies about her to make him seem like the good guy. I’ve even left a comment myself on one of his posts and he made a post about it trying to taunt me as well. So please help us spread this information!
Be careful! He’s even asking artist to draw her in gore and sexual ways! Please do not take commissions from him!
Here is her video with all the proof and information!
I’m hoping this gets spread around please! It’s getting worse!
If anyone has any questions about my AUs don’t be afraid to send stuff in my inbox! I love people asking questions!
Gladiator AU: @lanistas-swords @gladiator-sun @mer-idol
Broken dreams AU: @haunting-beasts @angel-of-light @follower-sword @captain-of-playground @strolling-amongst-ghosts @the-ghost-and-the-sianach @creation-inpherno
Sweeten Up! AU: @sugarcoated-dragon @sleep-deprived-carrots
Kingdom AU: @dragonic-floral
Original story “The Amot Shania”: @ms-dark-space @disco-party-ocs
DLUFFA: @venomoftheshank @thedarkestofhearts @creation-inpherno @megaphone-idol @thecrowsofvenom @the-ghost-librarian
Crystal Killer: @crystal-killer-au
Dandy’s world: @torn-ribbons
Hmmm…I’m thinking about starting a discord server for my aus. Things like sneak peeks, WIPs and lore dumps that I haven’t shared yet….
Would y’all join it?
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"My book... that stupid- stupid other Dark..."
The deity seems to simply be taking a stroll, dragging his feet as he walks, grumbling to himself. He's dressed rather formally, wearing a dress shirt, a sweater, a long coat with some dress pants & a thick belt with a silver buckle.
A little transparent fox runs in front of the deity, tilt its head. It jumps around playfully and wags it tail, yapping like it wants to play.
The deity seems a little startled, not expecting that. Just a spirit, nothing he wasn't accustomed to! He observes the little fox spirit, cocking his head slightly.
The fox seems to noticed something different and runs in a certain direction…as soon as it jumped through the woods it disappeared into what could only be disrobed as an invisible gateway. How intriguing…
He watches it run off, instinctively putting his hand out as if he was going to usher it to come back, but to little avail.
He watches it run off, curiosity overtaking him. He's unable to contain himself & his growing curiosity, so he follows the fox, walking in the direction it took off in. An invisible gateway, huh? Well he walks right through it.
Once going through the day suddenly turned to night. Fireflies flew around a field while a cozy looking cottage sat in the middle. The chimney was pumping air and the lights were on. The little spirit fox stopped in front of the door and gazed right through it. Urging the other to follow.
The deity looked around in awe, letting out an audible 'ooh' as he scanned the area, pushing up his glasses so he could see better. He didn't have eyes anymore, & his enchanted glasses were the only way he could see. He didn't wanna loose those!
He continues to follow the little fox, studying it with great curiosity & interest. He stopped & take in the little cottage. It was cute, rather beautiful. He couldn't help but wonder what this little fox was trying to show him.
A sport child seemed to be running around and play before stopping in his tracks to stare at Ghostwalker. They tilted their head before running over and giggling excitedly.
“Mr. Ghostwalker! I thought you were inside! Hehe!”
Its little imp tail lashes out playfully, stopping in front of Ghostwalker while jumping up and down.
“Did you come into play with me?”
He cocks his head to the side slightly, puzzled. Inside? Why would he-? He was also biting back the urge to correct the young spirit. Dr Ghostwalker, not mister. He had a doctorate.
"Inside? Why would I be inside...? I'm not even... remotely familiar with this area."
"&...my apologies, but no I didn't. Sorry... I don't exactly know where I am. Could you... tell me where I am-? You seem to be familiar with this place."
The child tilted its head. It was very confused but it wanted to wander his question.
“Well your home Mr. Ghostwalker! Did you get that weird sickness where you forget everything? Hehe!”
It tried to grab Ghostwalker’s hand to lead him inside the cottage but he forgot he fazed right through.
“Oopsie! Forgot! Come on! You said you had cookies inside!”
The child suddenly ran off towards the cottage and dazed through the door like the fox.
"My home? I...I believe you have me confused for someone else.. I'm not from here, little one."
This was obviously an alternate version of himself's temple. A cabin, eh? So different from his temple... very different. He still held his tongue on the 'mister' part, but it was bugging him.
He followed the young spirit inside, curious. What did the inside look like? He was intrigued. He gently opened the door, stepping inside the cabin.
Inside was just a normal cozy cabin. Decorated with soft oranges, browns and blues. It would be any mortal’s dream home if they wanted to live in a cabin. The little fox spirit came up to Ghostwalker and sat down, wagging its tail.
The child was in the middle of the doorway to the kitchen looking confused back and forth.
“Uh…There is two Mr. Ghostwalkers?”
As soon as the child said that Ghostwalker looked back from behind the wall and raised his eyebrows in surprise!
“Oh!”
Ghostwalker admired the cozy scenery. Sure, it wasn't exactly his style but that didn't mean he couldn't appreciate it's warm & homey atmosphere.
He...couldn't hold his tongue anymore, & he spoke up to the young spirit, his voice trembling slightly. He didn't wanna upset them.
"Dr. It's...Dr Ghostwalker. I have a doctorate.."
He perked up a little upon seeing his alter, pushing up his glasses. Oh! That explained alot!
The deity stepped out from behind the wall and wrapped his imp like tail around the spirit, picking it up and moving them out of the way.
“I apologize for her behavior. She treats me like I’m her parent.”
Ghostwalker was in casual wear. Something you might see a mortal wearing on a daily basis. His hair was…extremely long and in a low ponytail.
The child giggles as it’s being picked up, flailing its arms around.
“You seem to have stumbled here on accident.”
He watches the spirit be picked up & moved away, studying his alter as he fidgets with the little pen in his coat pocket. There was a little flag-? On it. A pride flag.
"No need to apologize! I wasn't bothered at all... just... slightly by the 'mister' part.. & I apologize for stumbling into your home uninvited, that's rather rude of me... I was just following the spirits outside & wandered in."
He chuckles nervously. Gosh, that was such a sorry excuse. But it was honestly what happened. He needed a valid reason in his eyes, that wasn't very valid to him.
“Alright. Its fine. Spirits tend to get lost here more than people but, I do not mind. Besides this only a place to isolate for me. So you did not intrude on my home”
The child sport chased after his string-like tail like a cat while Ghostwalker just stood there with his arms crossed.
“Well, if your lost the main road is very far from here. You may stay here as long as you need till you find it.”
"Thank you, I will not try to bother you for too long, it was rude enough for me to intrude after all. Again, my apologies."
He bows his head slightly, scanning the room as he pushes up his glasses, fiddling with the pen in his coat pocket once more. Yep, there was a pride flag on it. It was light blue, pink, & white.
He begins to wander around the room, intrigued. He's very curious about this place.
“No need to apologize. I see your another version of thyself-“
He ears his throat and looks down, looking like he just messed up.
“-Myself. You’re welcome here. Are you alright? You’re quite fidgety!”
He tilts his head, confused on why the other could be so nervous. He knew he was anti-social, trying to stay away from even his siblings if it means not having to talk.
Although this version of him felt Diffee t than the other versions of his siblings he has met before…more…pressure put onto their shoulders.
"I'm alright! Just...on edge a little. Thinking about things & such.. that's all. You don't have to worry."
He chuckles awkwardly, trying to reassure him. In all honesty, he felt bad for just intruding into his home like this, even if he was assured it was okay. He knew he'd definitely be upset if someone barged into his temple without warning.
But there was another thing bugging him. He was thinking deeply about things currently going on, what he was supposed to be doing. So, in simple terms. He was a little stressed & a minor inconvenience did not help.
"You have a rather nice cabin. Very...homey."
It wasn't exactly his style, but he didn't want to be rude. It wasn't as organized as his temple, which to be fair- he was an absolute neat freak, & it was bugging him. He noticed something slightly off center that was on display & he was biting back the urge to just organize everything.
“Heh. Thank you. Although I didn’t build it. Mother did. My temple is near Illumina’s.”
He observed the other and noticed the fox sitting in front of him. It looked over at Ghostwalker and trotted over to him.
“Would you like to sit? I had just finished getting the dust off of everything. So do not worry it is clean.”
Illumina. He cringed slightly at the name, reminding himself that his Illumina was not like his. They weren't like her...
"Oh, no thank you- I'm fine. I prefer to not sit.. just a personal preference of mine."
Why didn't he like to sit? Well, the clockwork inside him creaked & ached, it was uncomfortable & a little painful to sit down. Not to mention if he tried to lean back, his wind up got in the way. One of the reasons he wore those long coats of his was to hide his wind up.
“Still troubled? Maybe I could help you in a way? Put your mind at ease? If it’s Illumina I will have to tell you that I am not close with him. He doesn’t even this place exists.”
Ghostwalker suddenly pulls out quite a big book out of thin air. It falls into his hands.
“Let’s see…you’re from a certain universe…one I’m familiar with it seems”
He opens the book, the pages are glowing and are a transparent blue. He runs through the pages before stopping at a certain one. Green and orange swirl within the blue.
“Ah yes, you’re from that one universe. I helped that elder deity gain xeir form.”
He doesn't comment on the first part, he just stands there, somewhat awkwardly. Was he that easily to read? He didn't like feeling so...open. So vulnerable & predictable.
But he swallows down those thoughts & draw his attention to the straight & large book, taking a few steps forward to inspect & study it, but still giving his alter some space. He cocks his head to the side slightly, raising a brow. What was that? He was intrigued.
The mention of an elder deity...oh! He knows who he was talking about!
"Oh...Tide? Zey're the spirit that Darkheart befriended when they were figuring out their abilities, yes! I know them! How do...how do you know zir?"
"Does it...have something to do with the book you're holding? I'm intrigued by it."
“Zir..asked for my help finding their original form…sorry if I’m not pronouncing it right…”
He walked over to his alter and shows him the inside of the book, keeping a tight grip on it.
The book started flipping through pages till landing on an orange one. It showed a profile of Ghostwalker and what he looked like before. His current health, state, place of residence, and even abilities. It looked like a medical chart.
“This is The Runes Book. With it I can see everyone and everything to ever exist in our alternate stories. It can even see past, present and future.”
He cocks his head slightly, letting out an audible 'ooh' of curiosity & interest as he studies the book, & the chart within it. He feels a little sad now seeing what he looked like before. He used to be so handsome, so fun of life... now he's a shell of his former self.
But he doesn't comment on it. He swallows down his sorrows, his somberness & longing, & focuses on inspecting the book itself.
"The Runes Book you say? I've.. never heard of such a thing. That's incredibly interesting...having all that knowledge in your hands, I can imagine it's a little dangerous aswell. Can I ask where you got it?"
“Mother gave it to me. It knows everything documented here. The runes know more…Mother has tried to keep it a secret and so have I. Only a few Swords know of its existence.”
The turns the book around and skims through the pages again. He stops at a page labeled with text of runes. Ghostwalker looks away for a second before they jumble up and turn into something readable.
It read: [Events]
“Maybe you stumbled here because of this book. Are you seeking anything at the moment? Trying to solve something?”
"I told you I simply wandered in... I did not even know you were here. Or...anything, really. I don't know alot of things, as smart as I am.."
He rubs the back of his neck, slightly anxious. He doesn't want to seem like a bother, but he can't help but feel as if his excuses were sorry. 'I don't know' or 'I didn't know' was a bad excuse in his mind, for him atleast. He was hard on himself.
"That book...it reminds of the witches brew. Very sacred item, very sacred. There's a reason it's kept away. It's...very different from that book though, now that I dwell on the topic."
“Oh yes, I forgot. My apologies”
Ghostwalker keeps going through the page and stops at one. He adjusts his glasses to get a better look. He was trying to see if he was looking at this correctly.
“Oracle…Darkheart predicting the future? We would all be dead! Ha! The amount of power Darkheart would have might even go past Firebrand’s!”
“Thankfully ours was banished along with our BEAST of a brother. How stupid Venomshank was really….your events are quite…tragic…”
"Well, yeah...! They're an oracle.. a rather powerful one too...I think it has something to do with the fact it's physically a part of them, from what Tide told me they're...not supposed to be like that. It's harmful of some sorts..."
He adjusts his own glasses, his gloves getting caught in the chains dangling on the sides, nearly causing them to fall off his face! That would be bad. He doesn't have eyes, without his enchanted glasses he wouldn't be able to see anything.
"Your Darkheart is the one that hurt Illumina & was banished? I am...unfortunately familiar with him. I had to tend to Illumina's wounds. Hopefully he's recovering. I-"
He pause at the mention of his past, before...going silent. He just stands there awkwardly & uncomfortably.
Ghostwalker looks up from the book and closes it. Suddenly uninterested.
“You..tended to his wounds?…”
Why did Ghostwalker look so…pissed? He made the book disappear out of thin air as it did when it appeared. His tail lashed around and his pointed ears lower.
"Yes? He was wounded, &...I'm a doctor. That's my job, my job is to help people. I...I don't understand what's hard to understand about that."
He picked up on his alter's behavior, his anxiety spiking. Shit, did he do something wrong? Was the Illumina he helped a bad person?! What did he do wrong this time??
"Is there...something wrong with that?"
“By Spawn now I have to make precautions! He was supposed to die!”
Ghostwalker starts pulling at his unbroken horn. What does he mean by that? Illumina was supposed to die? Was Ghostwalker in on it? No…
"Were you...hoping he died? Were you in on that whole... were you in on it aswell?"
He grows stiff, furrowing his brows slightly. He was going to play tough, act like a manly man. If his alter was in on that, oh boy. He was still pissed about that. He was seriously hurt!
“In on it? BY SPAWN NO! I’m only following the book!”
He looked up at his alter, still pulling on his horn in frustration.
“THE ONLY GOOD SCENARIO THAT BOOK GAVE ME WAS IF ILLUMINA DIED! If not Darkheart will find a way to come back for more! And it did not give me pretty options for that!”
"Well maybe clarify before you say things like that, I'm pessimistic- sorry!!!"
He was apologizing, but he was raising his voice &...trying to make it sound deeper? He was struggling a little.
"Well- you shouldn't put your faith in some book! Maybe try- accepting different outcomes?? The world where I come from is a whole different outcome!!"
"& this 'fate' bullshit is just- it's stupid!! Like Darkheart, the Darkheart I know was never supposed to suffer the way they did but they DID!! & thats because things happen & you can't change them, it's not gonna lead to the end of the world!!"
“What happens in your world is different here! Fate is our structure! It’s the foundation of a great life! It’s to protect inpherno!”
He walked up to his alter pointed at him while explaining all this. His tail lashing out in anger.
“This book is made of runes! It’s the foundation of a universe! What it says goes! We follow the good scenarios for inpherno! If Darkheart were to figure out about Illumina being alive he will find every way to get out of The Shadow Gardens!”
“Another scenario is that Illumina will step up, trying to free Venomshank and there is a 93% possibility that he might free Darkheart instead! Darkheart could burn down inpherno if he gains the power of a Hata’u…”
He was NOT good at confrontation like this. He wasn't good at anything like this! He was internally panicking & having a crisis, & he honestly didn't know what to say.
"W-well- still! You shouldn't be so dependent on a bunch of runes & a book! Numbers & facts can only get you so far!! I learned that!!"
"Yeah, things are different, really different from where I come from- hell, I'm surprised I'm even the same person as some of these other versions, but that doesn't matter! Change is necessary, unpredictability & chaos is necessary in order for things to progress!!"
He felt like he was talking to Firebrand, & that was...pissing him off. Change is necessary, that man never accepted it...
“This. Is my job. The runes book was created to help us! To protect inpherno with scenarios were are given! The runes are what Inpherno needs!”
“I don’t mind change. I accept it but when it comes to the book’s predictions it has the final word! Heck! Even if it comes to Illumina, Darkheart, Firebrand or even myself dying to keep this world alive, then so be it.”
"You're going to just follow directions your whole existence? Be willing to throw everything away if some- if some book tells you to?!"
He was genuinely getting upset. His alter sounded...so much like Firebrand. & Firebrand pissed him off so much.
"You're the deity!! You're the grim reaper for fucks sake, you shouldn't have to be doing EXACTLY what is predicted- you shouldn't let rules take over your life!! Change is NECESSARY!"
"It's not hard, it's REALLY not. You don't have to micromanage fucking everything because some- some STUPID fucking book told you things had to be a certain way!! It'll dictate your whole life & existence!"
“WITHOUT RULES LIFE IS A MESS! Why should I be like those mortals who don’t live life like everyone else!?”
He grabbed his head and started to pull his hair. He was extremely frustrated to the point he was hurting himself.
“If only Mother would let me study outside of its knowledge! Mother says I will go insane if I do but I don’t care! Illumina believes everyone has a purpose! If that is true, this is mine!”
"I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS."
...wow. Did he just- yell? He never yells, but it seems he...finally put his foot down. He takes a couple deep breaths before he continues, much calmer.
"I...I don't have the time to argue about the same things I have to deal with everytime I talk to Firebrand, I don't. I...I'm so sick of fighting."
"If you want to live your life between the lines? Fine, be my guest. Just know that you are doing yourself NO GOOD. I tried living up to expectations & following rules, I tried being someone I'm not, & that did not help anything or anyone at all. I'll let you find that out yourself."
The spirits were uneasy, even the child was peaking from behind the door to see what was happening. They looked…scared.
“Fine. Whatever you wish.”
Ghostwalker turns away and walks back into the kitchen area, disappearing behind the door. The child comes out with its arms wrapped around itself.
“I’m sorry. We hoped you two would get along…I like your bow tie by the way”
He takes a moment to recollect himself. Deep breaths, deep breaths. It's okay. He was trying to reassure himself & also trying to not immediately crumble from being so...direct.
He said nothing as his alter left the room, simply looking away & fidgeting with the pen in his coat pocket.
"...thank you."
That's all he could muster up the courage to say. Gosh, for someone who just screamed at someone he was pathetic.
“I like your way. Your way sounded fun. Following rules is boring!”
The child huffs and crossed their arms. They pout. They didn’t like Ghostwalker’s rules! The runes book was scary and they didn’t like it.
“I like the fluffy bird man, thank you for healing him! Mr. Ghostwalker doesn’t like him but I do! I’m sorry he treated you that way…”
He was still rather silent, awkward & quiet. He felt like he already said too much. He always talked too much he thought.
He musters up a response, his voice rather quiet.
"...its alright. I'm.. I'm used to not being treated very well...I've experienced worse, trust me. You do not have to worry... &- thank you? Thank you, I suppose."
“I hope stuff gets better for you other Mr- oh- I mean Dr. Ghostwalker!”
The child smiles and twirls their little skirt. Their dog ears flick with happiness. The fox spirit seems to do the same with their tail wagging.
"Thank you... I hope things go well for you too, young one. Thank you yet again."
He nods his head slightly. They got the doctor part right! That seemed to improve his mood a little, although he was still very much anxious.
“Forest can lead you out if you’d like! She knows where to go to get to the main road!”
The child hugs onto the spirit fox and holds her out like a teddy bear. Its tail wags and it pants excitedly.
"Forest? Could you...please elaborate on that? I am not familiar with an individual named Forest..."
He cocks his head to the side slightly, pushing up his glasses. Forest? Who or what is that?
The child giggles and hold the fox up to Ghostwalker’s face.
“This is forest silly! She’s very smart! Sadly she wasn’t smart enough to avoid the bear trap that got her but she is smart anyways!”
Ouch-
"A bear trap... rather unfortunate. Poor thing."
"But yes, I suppose I'll follow her. I should probably be checking up on Darkheart & making sure they haven't messed anything up..."
He sighs, twiddling & fidgeting with the pen in his coat pocket once more. The pride flag pattern on the side was on full display.
The child sets Forest down and pats its head causing the fox to yip.
“Lead Mr- I mean Dr. Ghostwalker to main road Forest! Don’t take his pin he seems to like it! Don’t be a bad little mischief!”
The fox takes off and fazes through the door. Waiting outside for Ghostwalker to follow. The child looks up at Ghostwalker one last time with a goofy smile.
“It was nice to meet you Dr. Ghostie! If you ever wanna visit tell forest to find me! My name is Amethyst!”
He chuckles softly at the little spirit's commentary & words to the little fox spirit. How endearing.
However he does feel a little embarrassed when they point out his pen, he stops fidgeting with it. Did they see the-? He hopes they didn't.
"Pleasure to meet you Amethyst. May the stars be kind to you."
He waves goodbye, following the little fox spirit out of the cabin. He was debating on correcting Amethyst about 'Ghostie', but he didn't. Gosh, why does he have to be uncomfortable with everything? They're just a child...
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"My book... that stupid- stupid other Dark..."
The deity seems to simply be taking a stroll, dragging his feet as he walks, grumbling to himself. He's dressed rather formally, wearing a dress shirt, a sweater, a long coat with some dress pants & a thick belt with a silver buckle.
A little transparent fox runs in front of the deity, tilt its head. It jumps around playfully and wags it tail, yapping like it wants to play.
The deity seems a little startled, not expecting that. Just a spirit, nothing he wasn't accustomed to! He observes the little fox spirit, cocking his head slightly.
The fox seems to noticed something different and runs in a certain direction…as soon as it jumped through the woods it disappeared into what could only be disrobed as an invisible gateway. How intriguing…
He watches it run off, instinctively putting his hand out as if he was going to usher it to come back, but to little avail.
He watches it run off, curiosity overtaking him. He's unable to contain himself & his growing curiosity, so he follows the fox, walking in the direction it took off in. An invisible gateway, huh? Well he walks right through it.
Once going through the day suddenly turned to night. Fireflies flew around a field while a cozy looking cottage sat in the middle. The chimney was pumping air and the lights were on. The little spirit fox stopped in front of the door and gazed right through it. Urging the other to follow.
The deity looked around in awe, letting out an audible 'ooh' as he scanned the area, pushing up his glasses so he could see better. He didn't have eyes anymore, & his enchanted glasses were the only way he could see. He didn't wanna loose those!
He continues to follow the little fox, studying it with great curiosity & interest. He stopped & take in the little cottage. It was cute, rather beautiful. He couldn't help but wonder what this little fox was trying to show him.
A sport child seemed to be running around and play before stopping in his tracks to stare at Ghostwalker. They tilted their head before running over and giggling excitedly.
“Mr. Ghostwalker! I thought you were inside! Hehe!”
Its little imp tail lashes out playfully, stopping in front of Ghostwalker while jumping up and down.
“Did you come into play with me?”
He cocks his head to the side slightly, puzzled. Inside? Why would he-? He was also biting back the urge to correct the young spirit. Dr Ghostwalker, not mister. He had a doctorate.
"Inside? Why would I be inside...? I'm not even... remotely familiar with this area."
"&...my apologies, but no I didn't. Sorry... I don't exactly know where I am. Could you... tell me where I am-? You seem to be familiar with this place."
The child tilted its head. It was very confused but it wanted to wander his question.
“Well your home Mr. Ghostwalker! Did you get that weird sickness where you forget everything? Hehe!”
It tried to grab Ghostwalker’s hand to lead him inside the cottage but he forgot he fazed right through.
“Oopsie! Forgot! Come on! You said you had cookies inside!”
The child suddenly ran off towards the cottage and dazed through the door like the fox.
"My home? I...I believe you have me confused for someone else.. I'm not from here, little one."
This was obviously an alternate version of himself's temple. A cabin, eh? So different from his temple... very different. He still held his tongue on the 'mister' part, but it was bugging him.
He followed the young spirit inside, curious. What did the inside look like? He was intrigued. He gently opened the door, stepping inside the cabin.
Inside was just a normal cozy cabin. Decorated with soft oranges, browns and blues. It would be any mortal’s dream home if they wanted to live in a cabin. The little fox spirit came up to Ghostwalker and sat down, wagging its tail.
The child was in the middle of the doorway to the kitchen looking confused back and forth.
“Uh…There is two Mr. Ghostwalkers?”
As soon as the child said that Ghostwalker looked back from behind the wall and raised his eyebrows in surprise!
“Oh!”
Ghostwalker admired the cozy scenery. Sure, it wasn't exactly his style but that didn't mean he couldn't appreciate it's warm & homey atmosphere.
He...couldn't hold his tongue anymore, & he spoke up to the young spirit, his voice trembling slightly. He didn't wanna upset them.
"Dr. It's...Dr Ghostwalker. I have a doctorate.."
He perked up a little upon seeing his alter, pushing up his glasses. Oh! That explained alot!
The deity stepped out from behind the wall and wrapped his imp like tail around the spirit, picking it up and moving them out of the way.
“I apologize for her behavior. She treats me like I’m her parent.”
Ghostwalker was in casual wear. Something you might see a mortal wearing on a daily basis. His hair was…extremely long and in a low ponytail.
The child giggles as it’s being picked up, flailing its arms around.
“You seem to have stumbled here on accident.”
He watches the spirit be picked up & moved away, studying his alter as he fidgets with the little pen in his coat pocket. There was a little flag-? On it. A pride flag.
"No need to apologize! I wasn't bothered at all... just... slightly by the 'mister' part.. & I apologize for stumbling into your home uninvited, that's rather rude of me... I was just following the spirits outside & wandered in."
He chuckles nervously. Gosh, that was such a sorry excuse. But it was honestly what happened. He needed a valid reason in his eyes, that wasn't very valid to him.
“Alright. Its fine. Spirits tend to get lost here more than people but, I do not mind. Besides this only a place to isolate for me. So you did not intrude on my home”
The child sport chased after his string-like tail like a cat while Ghostwalker just stood there with his arms crossed.
“Well, if your lost the main road is very far from here. You may stay here as long as you need till you find it.”
"Thank you, I will not try to bother you for too long, it was rude enough for me to intrude after all. Again, my apologies."
He bows his head slightly, scanning the room as he pushes up his glasses, fiddling with the pen in his coat pocket once more. Yep, there was a pride flag on it. It was light blue, pink, & white.
He begins to wander around the room, intrigued. He's very curious about this place.
“No need to apologize. I see your another version of thyself-“
He ears his throat and looks down, looking like he just messed up.
“-Myself. You’re welcome here. Are you alright? You’re quite fidgety!”
He tilts his head, confused on why the other could be so nervous. He knew he was anti-social, trying to stay away from even his siblings if it means not having to talk.
Although this version of him felt Diffee t than the other versions of his siblings he has met before…more…pressure put onto their shoulders.
"I'm alright! Just...on edge a little. Thinking about things & such.. that's all. You don't have to worry."
He chuckles awkwardly, trying to reassure him. In all honesty, he felt bad for just intruding into his home like this, even if he was assured it was okay. He knew he'd definitely be upset if someone barged into his temple without warning.
But there was another thing bugging him. He was thinking deeply about things currently going on, what he was supposed to be doing. So, in simple terms. He was a little stressed & a minor inconvenience did not help.
"You have a rather nice cabin. Very...homey."
It wasn't exactly his style, but he didn't want to be rude. It wasn't as organized as his temple, which to be fair- he was an absolute neat freak, & it was bugging him. He noticed something slightly off center that was on display & he was biting back the urge to just organize everything.
“Heh. Thank you. Although I didn’t build it. Mother did. My temple is near Illumina’s.”
He observed the other and noticed the fox sitting in front of him. It looked over at Ghostwalker and trotted over to him.
“Would you like to sit? I had just finished getting the dust off of everything. So do not worry it is clean.”
Illumina. He cringed slightly at the name, reminding himself that his Illumina was not like his. They weren't like her...
"Oh, no thank you- I'm fine. I prefer to not sit.. just a personal preference of mine."
Why didn't he like to sit? Well, the clockwork inside him creaked & ached, it was uncomfortable & a little painful to sit down. Not to mention if he tried to lean back, his wind up got in the way. One of the reasons he wore those long coats of his was to hide his wind up.
“Still troubled? Maybe I could help you in a way? Put your mind at ease? If it’s Illumina I will have to tell you that I am not close with him. He doesn’t even this place exists.”
Ghostwalker suddenly pulls out quite a big book out of thin air. It falls into his hands.
“Let’s see…you’re from a certain universe…one I’m familiar with it seems”
He opens the book, the pages are glowing and are a transparent blue. He runs through the pages before stopping at a certain one. Green and orange swirl within the blue.
“Ah yes, you’re from that one universe. I helped that elder deity gain xeir form.”
He doesn't comment on the first part, he just stands there, somewhat awkwardly. Was he that easily to read? He didn't like feeling so...open. So vulnerable & predictable.
But he swallows down those thoughts & draw his attention to the straight & large book, taking a few steps forward to inspect & study it, but still giving his alter some space. He cocks his head to the side slightly, raising a brow. What was that? He was intrigued.
The mention of an elder deity...oh! He knows who he was talking about!
"Oh...Tide? Zey're the spirit that Darkheart befriended when they were figuring out their abilities, yes! I know them! How do...how do you know zir?"
"Does it...have something to do with the book you're holding? I'm intrigued by it."
“Zir..asked for my help finding their original form…sorry if I’m not pronouncing it right…”
He walked over to his alter and shows him the inside of the book, keeping a tight grip on it.
The book started flipping through pages till landing on an orange one. It showed a profile of Ghostwalker and what he looked like before. His current health, state, place of residence, and even abilities. It looked like a medical chart.
“This is The Runes Book. With it I can see everyone and everything to ever exist in our alternate stories. It can even see past, present and future.”
He cocks his head slightly, letting out an audible 'ooh' of curiosity & interest as he studies the book, & the chart within it. He feels a little sad now seeing what he looked like before. He used to be so handsome, so fun of life... now he's a shell of his former self.
But he doesn't comment on it. He swallows down his sorrows, his somberness & longing, & focuses on inspecting the book itself.
"The Runes Book you say? I've.. never heard of such a thing. That's incredibly interesting...having all that knowledge in your hands, I can imagine it's a little dangerous aswell. Can I ask where you got it?"
“Mother gave it to me. It knows everything documented here. The runes know more…Mother has tried to keep it a secret and so have I. Only a few Swords know of its existence.”
The turns the book around and skims through the pages again. He stops at a page labeled with text of runes. Ghostwalker looks away for a second before they jumble up and turn into something readable.
It read: [Events]
“Maybe you stumbled here because of this book. Are you seeking anything at the moment? Trying to solve something?”
"I told you I simply wandered in... I did not even know you were here. Or...anything, really. I don't know alot of things, as smart as I am.."
He rubs the back of his neck, slightly anxious. He doesn't want to seem like a bother, but he can't help but feel as if his excuses were sorry. 'I don't know' or 'I didn't know' was a bad excuse in his mind, for him atleast. He was hard on himself.
"That book...it reminds of the witches brew. Very sacred item, very sacred. There's a reason it's kept away. It's...very different from that book though, now that I dwell on the topic."
“Oh yes, I forgot. My apologies”
Ghostwalker keeps going through the page and stops at one. He adjusts his glasses to get a better look. He was trying to see if he was looking at this correctly.
“Oracle…Darkheart predicting the future? We would all be dead! Ha! The amount of power Darkheart would have might even go past Firebrand’s!”
“Thankfully ours was banished along with our BEAST of a brother. How stupid Venomshank was really….your events are quite…tragic…”
"Well, yeah...! They're an oracle.. a rather powerful one too...I think it has something to do with the fact it's physically a part of them, from what Tide told me they're...not supposed to be like that. It's harmful of some sorts..."
He adjusts his own glasses, his gloves getting caught in the chains dangling on the sides, nearly causing them to fall off his face! That would be bad. He doesn't have eyes, without his enchanted glasses he wouldn't be able to see anything.
"Your Darkheart is the one that hurt Illumina & was banished? I am...unfortunately familiar with him. I had to tend to Illumina's wounds. Hopefully he's recovering. I-"
He pause at the mention of his past, before...going silent. He just stands there awkwardly & uncomfortably.
Ghostwalker looks up from the book and closes it. Suddenly uninterested.
“You..tended to his wounds?…”
Why did Ghostwalker look so…pissed? He made the book disappear out of thin air as it did when it appeared. His tail lashed around and his pointed ears lower.
"Yes? He was wounded, &...I'm a doctor. That's my job, my job is to help people. I...I don't understand what's hard to understand about that."
He picked up on his alter's behavior, his anxiety spiking. Shit, did he do something wrong? Was the Illumina he helped a bad person?! What did he do wrong this time??
"Is there...something wrong with that?"
“By Spawn now I have to make precautions! He was supposed to die!”
Ghostwalker starts pulling at his unbroken horn. What does he mean by that? Illumina was supposed to die? Was Ghostwalker in on it? No…
"Were you...hoping he died? Were you in on that whole... were you in on it aswell?"
He grows stiff, furrowing his brows slightly. He was going to play tough, act like a manly man. If his alter was in on that, oh boy. He was still pissed about that. He was seriously hurt!
“In on it? BY SPAWN NO! I’m only following the book!”
He looked up at his alter, still pulling on his horn in frustration.
“THE ONLY GOOD SCENARIO THAT BOOK GAVE ME WAS IF ILLUMINA DIED! If not Darkheart will find a way to come back for more! And it did not give me pretty options for that!”
"Well maybe clarify before you say things like that, I'm pessimistic- sorry!!!"
He was apologizing, but he was raising his voice &...trying to make it sound deeper? He was struggling a little.
"Well- you shouldn't put your faith in some book! Maybe try- accepting different outcomes?? The world where I come from is a whole different outcome!!"
"& this 'fate' bullshit is just- it's stupid!! Like Darkheart, the Darkheart I know was never supposed to suffer the way they did but they DID!! & thats because things happen & you can't change them, it's not gonna lead to the end of the world!!"
“What happens in your world is different here! Fate is our structure! It’s the foundation of a great life! It’s to protect inpherno!”
He walked up to his alter pointed at him while explaining all this. His tail lashing out in anger.
“This book is made of runes! It’s the foundation of a universe! What it says goes! We follow the good scenarios for inpherno! If Darkheart were to figure out about Illumina being alive he will find every way to get out of The Shadow Gardens!”
“Another scenario is that Illumina will step up, trying to free Venomshank and there is a 93% possibility that he might free Darkheart instead! Darkheart could burn down inpherno if he gains the power of a Hata’u…”
He was NOT good at confrontation like this. He wasn't good at anything like this! He was internally panicking & having a crisis, & he honestly didn't know what to say.
"W-well- still! You shouldn't be so dependent on a bunch of runes & a book! Numbers & facts can only get you so far!! I learned that!!"
"Yeah, things are different, really different from where I come from- hell, I'm surprised I'm even the same person as some of these other versions, but that doesn't matter! Change is necessary, unpredictability & chaos is necessary in order for things to progress!!"
He felt like he was talking to Firebrand, & that was...pissing him off. Change is necessary, that man never accepted it...
“This. Is my job. The runes book was created to help us! To protect inpherno with scenarios were are given! The runes are what Inpherno needs!”
“I don’t mind change. I accept it but when it comes to the book’s predictions it has the final word! Heck! Even if it comes to Illumina, Darkheart, Firebrand or even myself dying to keep this world alive, then so be it.”
"You're going to just follow directions your whole existence? Be willing to throw everything away if some- if some book tells you to?!"
He was genuinely getting upset. His alter sounded...so much like Firebrand. & Firebrand pissed him off so much.
"You're the deity!! You're the grim reaper for fucks sake, you shouldn't have to be doing EXACTLY what is predicted- you shouldn't let rules take over your life!! Change is NECESSARY!"
"It's not hard, it's REALLY not. You don't have to micromanage fucking everything because some- some STUPID fucking book told you things had to be a certain way!! It'll dictate your whole life & existence!"
“WITHOUT RULES LIFE IS A MESS! Why should I be like those mortals who don’t live life like everyone else!?”
He grabbed his head and started to pull his hair. He was extremely frustrated to the point he was hurting himself.
“If only Mother would let me study outside of its knowledge! Mother says I will go insane if I do but I don’t care! Illumina believes everyone has a purpose! If that is true, this is mine!”
"I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS."
...wow. Did he just- yell? He never yells, but it seems he...finally put his foot down. He takes a couple deep breaths before he continues, much calmer.
"I...I don't have the time to argue about the same things I have to deal with everytime I talk to Firebrand, I don't. I...I'm so sick of fighting."
"If you want to live your life between the lines? Fine, be my guest. Just know that you are doing yourself NO GOOD. I tried living up to expectations & following rules, I tried being someone I'm not, & that did not help anything or anyone at all. I'll let you find that out yourself."
The spirits were uneasy, even the child was peaking from behind the door to see what was happening. They looked…scared.
“Fine. Whatever you wish.”
Ghostwalker turns away and walks back into the kitchen area, disappearing behind the door. The child comes out with its arms wrapped around itself.
“I’m sorry. We hoped you two would get along…I like your bow tie by the way”
He takes a moment to recollect himself. Deep breaths, deep breaths. It's okay. He was trying to reassure himself & also trying to not immediately crumble from being so...direct.
He said nothing as his alter left the room, simply looking away & fidgeting with the pen in his coat pocket.
"...thank you."
That's all he could muster up the courage to say. Gosh, for someone who just screamed at someone he was pathetic.
“I like your way. Your way sounded fun. Following rules is boring!”
The child huffs and crossed their arms. They pout. They didn’t like Ghostwalker’s rules! The runes book was scary and they didn’t like it.
“I like the fluffy bird man, thank you for healing him! Mr. Ghostwalker doesn’t like him but I do! I’m sorry he treated you that way…”
He was still rather silent, awkward & quiet. He felt like he already said too much. He always talked too much he thought.
He musters up a response, his voice rather quiet.
"...its alright. I'm.. I'm used to not being treated very well...I've experienced worse, trust me. You do not have to worry... &- thank you? Thank you, I suppose."
“I hope stuff gets better for you other Mr- oh- I mean Dr. Ghostwalker!”
The child smiles and twirls their little skirt. Their dog ears flick with happiness. The fox spirit seems to do the same with their tail wagging.
"Thank you... I hope things go well for you too, young one. Thank you yet again."
He nods his head slightly. They got the doctor part right! That seemed to improve his mood a little, although he was still very much anxious.
“Forest can lead you out if you’d like! She knows where to go to get to the main road!”
The child hugs onto the spirit fox and holds her out like a teddy bear. Its tail wags and it pants excitedly.
"Forest? Could you...please elaborate on that? I am not familiar with an individual named Forest..."
He cocks his head to the side slightly, pushing up his glasses. Forest? Who or what is that?
The child giggles and hold the fox up to Ghostwalker’s face.
“This is forest silly! She’s very smart! Sadly she wasn’t smart enough to avoid the bear trap that got her but she is smart anyways!”
Ouch-
"A bear trap... rather unfortunate. Poor thing."
"But yes, I suppose I'll follow her. I should probably be checking up on Darkheart & making sure they haven't messed anything up..."
He sighs, twiddling & fidgeting with the pen in his coat pocket once more. The pride flag pattern on the side was on full display.
The child sets Forest down and pats its head causing the fox to yip.
“Lead Mr- I mean Dr. Ghostwalker to main road Forest! Don’t take his pin he seems to like it! Don’t be a bad little mischief!”
The fox takes off and fazes through the door. Waiting outside for Ghostwalker to follow. The child looks up at Ghostwalker one last time with a goofy smile.
“It was nice to meet you Dr. Ghostie! If you ever wanna visit tell forest to find me! My name is Amethyst!”
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"My book... that stupid- stupid other Dark..."
The deity seems to simply be taking a stroll, dragging his feet as he walks, grumbling to himself. He's dressed rather formally, wearing a dress shirt, a sweater, a long coat with some dress pants & a thick belt with a silver buckle.
A little transparent fox runs in front of the deity, tilt its head. It jumps around playfully and wags it tail, yapping like it wants to play.
The deity seems a little startled, not expecting that. Just a spirit, nothing he wasn't accustomed to! He observes the little fox spirit, cocking his head slightly.
The fox seems to noticed something different and runs in a certain direction…as soon as it jumped through the woods it disappeared into what could only be disrobed as an invisible gateway. How intriguing…
He watches it run off, instinctively putting his hand out as if he was going to usher it to come back, but to little avail.
He watches it run off, curiosity overtaking him. He's unable to contain himself & his growing curiosity, so he follows the fox, walking in the direction it took off in. An invisible gateway, huh? Well he walks right through it.
Once going through the day suddenly turned to night. Fireflies flew around a field while a cozy looking cottage sat in the middle. The chimney was pumping air and the lights were on. The little spirit fox stopped in front of the door and gazed right through it. Urging the other to follow.
The deity looked around in awe, letting out an audible 'ooh' as he scanned the area, pushing up his glasses so he could see better. He didn't have eyes anymore, & his enchanted glasses were the only way he could see. He didn't wanna loose those!
He continues to follow the little fox, studying it with great curiosity & interest. He stopped & take in the little cottage. It was cute, rather beautiful. He couldn't help but wonder what this little fox was trying to show him.
A sport child seemed to be running around and play before stopping in his tracks to stare at Ghostwalker. They tilted their head before running over and giggling excitedly.
“Mr. Ghostwalker! I thought you were inside! Hehe!”
Its little imp tail lashes out playfully, stopping in front of Ghostwalker while jumping up and down.
“Did you come into play with me?”
He cocks his head to the side slightly, puzzled. Inside? Why would he-? He was also biting back the urge to correct the young spirit. Dr Ghostwalker, not mister. He had a doctorate.
"Inside? Why would I be inside...? I'm not even... remotely familiar with this area."
"&...my apologies, but no I didn't. Sorry... I don't exactly know where I am. Could you... tell me where I am-? You seem to be familiar with this place."
The child tilted its head. It was very confused but it wanted to wander his question.
“Well your home Mr. Ghostwalker! Did you get that weird sickness where you forget everything? Hehe!”
It tried to grab Ghostwalker’s hand to lead him inside the cottage but he forgot he fazed right through.
“Oopsie! Forgot! Come on! You said you had cookies inside!”
The child suddenly ran off towards the cottage and dazed through the door like the fox.
"My home? I...I believe you have me confused for someone else.. I'm not from here, little one."
This was obviously an alternate version of himself's temple. A cabin, eh? So different from his temple... very different. He still held his tongue on the 'mister' part, but it was bugging him.
He followed the young spirit inside, curious. What did the inside look like? He was intrigued. He gently opened the door, stepping inside the cabin.
Inside was just a normal cozy cabin. Decorated with soft oranges, browns and blues. It would be any mortal’s dream home if they wanted to live in a cabin. The little fox spirit came up to Ghostwalker and sat down, wagging its tail.
The child was in the middle of the doorway to the kitchen looking confused back and forth.
“Uh…There is two Mr. Ghostwalkers?”
As soon as the child said that Ghostwalker looked back from behind the wall and raised his eyebrows in surprise!
“Oh!”
Ghostwalker admired the cozy scenery. Sure, it wasn't exactly his style but that didn't mean he couldn't appreciate it's warm & homey atmosphere.
He...couldn't hold his tongue anymore, & he spoke up to the young spirit, his voice trembling slightly. He didn't wanna upset them.
"Dr. It's...Dr Ghostwalker. I have a doctorate.."
He perked up a little upon seeing his alter, pushing up his glasses. Oh! That explained alot!
The deity stepped out from behind the wall and wrapped his imp like tail around the spirit, picking it up and moving them out of the way.
“I apologize for her behavior. She treats me like I’m her parent.”
Ghostwalker was in casual wear. Something you might see a mortal wearing on a daily basis. His hair was…extremely long and in a low ponytail.
The child giggles as it’s being picked up, flailing its arms around.
“You seem to have stumbled here on accident.”
He watches the spirit be picked up & moved away, studying his alter as he fidgets with the little pen in his coat pocket. There was a little flag-? On it. A pride flag.
"No need to apologize! I wasn't bothered at all... just... slightly by the 'mister' part.. & I apologize for stumbling into your home uninvited, that's rather rude of me... I was just following the spirits outside & wandered in."
He chuckles nervously. Gosh, that was such a sorry excuse. But it was honestly what happened. He needed a valid reason in his eyes, that wasn't very valid to him.
“Alright. Its fine. Spirits tend to get lost here more than people but, I do not mind. Besides this only a place to isolate for me. So you did not intrude on my home”
The child sport chased after his string-like tail like a cat while Ghostwalker just stood there with his arms crossed.
“Well, if your lost the main road is very far from here. You may stay here as long as you need till you find it.”
"Thank you, I will not try to bother you for too long, it was rude enough for me to intrude after all. Again, my apologies."
He bows his head slightly, scanning the room as he pushes up his glasses, fiddling with the pen in his coat pocket once more. Yep, there was a pride flag on it. It was light blue, pink, & white.
He begins to wander around the room, intrigued. He's very curious about this place.
“No need to apologize. I see your another version of thyself-“
He ears his throat and looks down, looking like he just messed up.
“-Myself. You’re welcome here. Are you alright? You’re quite fidgety!”
He tilts his head, confused on why the other could be so nervous. He knew he was anti-social, trying to stay away from even his siblings if it means not having to talk.
Although this version of him felt Diffee t than the other versions of his siblings he has met before…more…pressure put onto their shoulders.
"I'm alright! Just...on edge a little. Thinking about things & such.. that's all. You don't have to worry."
He chuckles awkwardly, trying to reassure him. In all honesty, he felt bad for just intruding into his home like this, even if he was assured it was okay. He knew he'd definitely be upset if someone barged into his temple without warning.
But there was another thing bugging him. He was thinking deeply about things currently going on, what he was supposed to be doing. So, in simple terms. He was a little stressed & a minor inconvenience did not help.
"You have a rather nice cabin. Very...homey."
It wasn't exactly his style, but he didn't want to be rude. It wasn't as organized as his temple, which to be fair- he was an absolute neat freak, & it was bugging him. He noticed something slightly off center that was on display & he was biting back the urge to just organize everything.
“Heh. Thank you. Although I didn’t build it. Mother did. My temple is near Illumina’s.”
He observed the other and noticed the fox sitting in front of him. It looked over at Ghostwalker and trotted over to him.
“Would you like to sit? I had just finished getting the dust off of everything. So do not worry it is clean.”
Illumina. He cringed slightly at the name, reminding himself that his Illumina was not like his. They weren't like her...
"Oh, no thank you- I'm fine. I prefer to not sit.. just a personal preference of mine."
Why didn't he like to sit? Well, the clockwork inside him creaked & ached, it was uncomfortable & a little painful to sit down. Not to mention if he tried to lean back, his wind up got in the way. One of the reasons he wore those long coats of his was to hide his wind up.
“Still troubled? Maybe I could help you in a way? Put your mind at ease? If it’s Illumina I will have to tell you that I am not close with him. He doesn’t even this place exists.”
Ghostwalker suddenly pulls out quite a big book out of thin air. It falls into his hands.
“Let’s see…you’re from a certain universe…one I’m familiar with it seems”
He opens the book, the pages are glowing and are a transparent blue. He runs through the pages before stopping at a certain one. Green and orange swirl within the blue.
“Ah yes, you’re from that one universe. I helped that elder deity gain xeir form.”
He doesn't comment on the first part, he just stands there, somewhat awkwardly. Was he that easily to read? He didn't like feeling so...open. So vulnerable & predictable.
But he swallows down those thoughts & draw his attention to the straight & large book, taking a few steps forward to inspect & study it, but still giving his alter some space. He cocks his head to the side slightly, raising a brow. What was that? He was intrigued.
The mention of an elder deity...oh! He knows who he was talking about!
"Oh...Tide? Zey're the spirit that Darkheart befriended when they were figuring out their abilities, yes! I know them! How do...how do you know zir?"
"Does it...have something to do with the book you're holding? I'm intrigued by it."
“Zir..asked for my help finding their original form…sorry if I’m not pronouncing it right…”
He walked over to his alter and shows him the inside of the book, keeping a tight grip on it.
The book started flipping through pages till landing on an orange one. It showed a profile of Ghostwalker and what he looked like before. His current health, state, place of residence, and even abilities. It looked like a medical chart.
“This is The Runes Book. With it I can see everyone and everything to ever exist in our alternate stories. It can even see past, present and future.”
He cocks his head slightly, letting out an audible 'ooh' of curiosity & interest as he studies the book, & the chart within it. He feels a little sad now seeing what he looked like before. He used to be so handsome, so fun of life... now he's a shell of his former self.
But he doesn't comment on it. He swallows down his sorrows, his somberness & longing, & focuses on inspecting the book itself.
"The Runes Book you say? I've.. never heard of such a thing. That's incredibly interesting...having all that knowledge in your hands, I can imagine it's a little dangerous aswell. Can I ask where you got it?"
“Mother gave it to me. It knows everything documented here. The runes know more…Mother has tried to keep it a secret and so have I. Only a few Swords know of its existence.”
The turns the book around and skims through the pages again. He stops at a page labeled with text of runes. Ghostwalker looks away for a second before they jumble up and turn into something readable.
It read: [Events]
“Maybe you stumbled here because of this book. Are you seeking anything at the moment? Trying to solve something?”
"I told you I simply wandered in... I did not even know you were here. Or...anything, really. I don't know alot of things, as smart as I am.."
He rubs the back of his neck, slightly anxious. He doesn't want to seem like a bother, but he can't help but feel as if his excuses were sorry. 'I don't know' or 'I didn't know' was a bad excuse in his mind, for him atleast. He was hard on himself.
"That book...it reminds of the witches brew. Very sacred item, very sacred. There's a reason it's kept away. It's...very different from that book though, now that I dwell on the topic."
“Oh yes, I forgot. My apologies”
Ghostwalker keeps going through the page and stops at one. He adjusts his glasses to get a better look. He was trying to see if he was looking at this correctly.
“Oracle…Darkheart predicting the future? We would all be dead! Ha! The amount of power Darkheart would have might even go past Firebrand’s!”
“Thankfully ours was banished along with our BEAST of a brother. How stupid Venomshank was really….your events are quite…tragic…”
"Well, yeah...! They're an oracle.. a rather powerful one too...I think it has something to do with the fact it's physically a part of them, from what Tide told me they're...not supposed to be like that. It's harmful of some sorts..."
He adjusts his own glasses, his gloves getting caught in the chains dangling on the sides, nearly causing them to fall off his face! That would be bad. He doesn't have eyes, without his enchanted glasses he wouldn't be able to see anything.
"Your Darkheart is the one that hurt Illumina & was banished? I am...unfortunately familiar with him. I had to tend to Illumina's wounds. Hopefully he's recovering. I-"
He pause at the mention of his past, before...going silent. He just stands there awkwardly & uncomfortably.
Ghostwalker looks up from the book and closes it. Suddenly uninterested.
“You..tended to his wounds?…”
Why did Ghostwalker look so…pissed? He made the book disappear out of thin air as it did when it appeared. His tail lashed around and his pointed ears lower.
"Yes? He was wounded, &...I'm a doctor. That's my job, my job is to help people. I...I don't understand what's hard to understand about that."
He picked up on his alter's behavior, his anxiety spiking. Shit, did he do something wrong? Was the Illumina he helped a bad person?! What did he do wrong this time??
"Is there...something wrong with that?"
“By Spawn now I have to make precautions! He was supposed to die!”
Ghostwalker starts pulling at his unbroken horn. What does he mean by that? Illumina was supposed to die? Was Ghostwalker in on it? No…
"Were you...hoping he died? Were you in on that whole... were you in on it aswell?"
He grows stiff, furrowing his brows slightly. He was going to play tough, act like a manly man. If his alter was in on that, oh boy. He was still pissed about that. He was seriously hurt!
“In on it? BY SPAWN NO! I’m only following the book!”
He looked up at his alter, still pulling on his horn in frustration.
“THE ONLY GOOD SCENARIO THAT BOOK GAVE ME WAS IF ILLUMINA DIED! If not Darkheart will find a way to come back for more! And it did not give me pretty options for that!”
"Well maybe clarify before you say things like that, I'm pessimistic- sorry!!!"
He was apologizing, but he was raising his voice &...trying to make it sound deeper? He was struggling a little.
"Well- you shouldn't put your faith in some book! Maybe try- accepting different outcomes?? The world where I come from is a whole different outcome!!"
"& this 'fate' bullshit is just- it's stupid!! Like Darkheart, the Darkheart I know was never supposed to suffer the way they did but they DID!! & thats because things happen & you can't change them, it's not gonna lead to the end of the world!!"
“What happens in your world is different here! Fate is our structure! It’s the foundation of a great life! It’s to protect inpherno!”
He walked up to his alter pointed at him while explaining all this. His tail lashing out in anger.
“This book is made of runes! It’s the foundation of a universe! What it says goes! We follow the good scenarios for inpherno! If Darkheart were to figure out about Illumina being alive he will find every way to get out of The Shadow Gardens!”
“Another scenario is that Illumina will step up, trying to free Venomshank and there is a 93% possibility that he might free Darkheart instead! Darkheart could burn down inpherno if he gains the power of a Hata’u…”
He was NOT good at confrontation like this. He wasn't good at anything like this! He was internally panicking & having a crisis, & he honestly didn't know what to say.
"W-well- still! You shouldn't be so dependent on a bunch of runes & a book! Numbers & facts can only get you so far!! I learned that!!"
"Yeah, things are different, really different from where I come from- hell, I'm surprised I'm even the same person as some of these other versions, but that doesn't matter! Change is necessary, unpredictability & chaos is necessary in order for things to progress!!"
He felt like he was talking to Firebrand, & that was...pissing him off. Change is necessary, that man never accepted it...
“This. Is my job. The runes book was created to help us! To protect inpherno with scenarios were are given! The runes are what Inpherno needs!”
“I don’t mind change. I accept it but when it comes to the book’s predictions it has the final word! Heck! Even if it comes to Illumina, Darkheart, Firebrand or even myself dying to keep this world alive, then so be it.”
"You're going to just follow directions your whole existence? Be willing to throw everything away if some- if some book tells you to?!"
He was genuinely getting upset. His alter sounded...so much like Firebrand. & Firebrand pissed him off so much.
"You're the deity!! You're the grim reaper for fucks sake, you shouldn't have to be doing EXACTLY what is predicted- you shouldn't let rules take over your life!! Change is NECESSARY!"
"It's not hard, it's REALLY not. You don't have to micromanage fucking everything because some- some STUPID fucking book told you things had to be a certain way!! It'll dictate your whole life & existence!"
“WITHOUT RULES LIFE IS A MESS! Why should I be like those mortals who don’t live life like everyone else!?”
He grabbed his head and started to pull his hair. He was extremely frustrated to the point he was hurting himself.
“If only Mother would let me study outside of its knowledge! Mother says I will go insane if I do but I don’t care! Illumina believes everyone has a purpose! If that is true, this is mine!”
"I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS."
...wow. Did he just- yell? He never yells, but it seems he...finally put his foot down. He takes a couple deep breaths before he continues, much calmer.
"I...I don't have the time to argue about the same things I have to deal with everytime I talk to Firebrand, I don't. I...I'm so sick of fighting."
"If you want to live your life between the lines? Fine, be my guest. Just know that you are doing yourself NO GOOD. I tried living up to expectations & following rules, I tried being someone I'm not, & that did not help anything or anyone at all. I'll let you find that out yourself."
The spirits were uneasy, even the child was peaking from behind the door to see what was happening. They looked…scared.
“Fine. Whatever you wish.”
Ghostwalker turns away and walks back into the kitchen area, disappearing behind the door. The child comes out with its arms wrapped around itself.
“I’m sorry. We hoped you two would get along…I like your bow tie by the way”
He takes a moment to recollect himself. Deep breaths, deep breaths. It's okay. He was trying to reassure himself & also trying to not immediately crumble from being so...direct.
He said nothing as his alter left the room, simply looking away & fidgeting with the pen in his coat pocket.
"...thank you."
That's all he could muster up the courage to say. Gosh, for someone who just screamed at someone he was pathetic.
“I like your way. Your way sounded fun. Following rules is boring!”
The child huffs and crossed their arms. They pout. They didn’t like Ghostwalker’s rules! The runes book was scary and they didn’t like it.
“I like the fluffy bird man, thank you for healing him! Mr. Ghostwalker doesn’t like him but I do! I’m sorry he treated you that way…”
He was still rather silent, awkward & quiet. He felt like he already said too much. He always talked too much he thought.
He musters up a response, his voice rather quiet.
"...its alright. I'm.. I'm used to not being treated very well...I've experienced worse, trust me. You do not have to worry... &- thank you? Thank you, I suppose."
“I hope stuff gets better for you other Mr- oh- I mean Dr. Ghostwalker!”
The child smiles and twirls their little skirt. Their dog ears flick with happiness. The fox spirit seems to do the same with their tail wagging.
"Thank you... I hope things go well for you too, young one. Thank you yet again."
He nods his head slightly. They got the doctor part right! That seemed to improve his mood a little, although he was still very much anxious.
“Forest can lead you out if you’d like! She knows where to go to get to the main road!”
The child hugs onto the spirit fox and holds her out like a teddy bear. Its tail wags and it pants excitedly.
"Forest? Could you...please elaborate on that? I am not familiar with an individual named Forest..."
He cocks his head to the side slightly, pushing up his glasses. Forest? Who or what is that?
The child giggles and hold the fox up to Ghostwalker’s face.
“This is forest silly! She’s very smart! Sadly she wasn’t smart enough to avoid the bear trap that got her but she is smart anyways!”
Ouch-
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"My book... that stupid- stupid other Dark..."
The deity seems to simply be taking a stroll, dragging his feet as he walks, grumbling to himself. He's dressed rather formally, wearing a dress shirt, a sweater, a long coat with some dress pants & a thick belt with a silver buckle.
A little transparent fox runs in front of the deity, tilt its head. It jumps around playfully and wags it tail, yapping like it wants to play.
The deity seems a little startled, not expecting that. Just a spirit, nothing he wasn't accustomed to! He observes the little fox spirit, cocking his head slightly.
The fox seems to noticed something different and runs in a certain direction…as soon as it jumped through the woods it disappeared into what could only be disrobed as an invisible gateway. How intriguing…
He watches it run off, instinctively putting his hand out as if he was going to usher it to come back, but to little avail.
He watches it run off, curiosity overtaking him. He's unable to contain himself & his growing curiosity, so he follows the fox, walking in the direction it took off in. An invisible gateway, huh? Well he walks right through it.
Once going through the day suddenly turned to night. Fireflies flew around a field while a cozy looking cottage sat in the middle. The chimney was pumping air and the lights were on. The little spirit fox stopped in front of the door and gazed right through it. Urging the other to follow.
The deity looked around in awe, letting out an audible 'ooh' as he scanned the area, pushing up his glasses so he could see better. He didn't have eyes anymore, & his enchanted glasses were the only way he could see. He didn't wanna loose those!
He continues to follow the little fox, studying it with great curiosity & interest. He stopped & take in the little cottage. It was cute, rather beautiful. He couldn't help but wonder what this little fox was trying to show him.
A sport child seemed to be running around and play before stopping in his tracks to stare at Ghostwalker. They tilted their head before running over and giggling excitedly.
“Mr. Ghostwalker! I thought you were inside! Hehe!”
Its little imp tail lashes out playfully, stopping in front of Ghostwalker while jumping up and down.
“Did you come into play with me?”
He cocks his head to the side slightly, puzzled. Inside? Why would he-? He was also biting back the urge to correct the young spirit. Dr Ghostwalker, not mister. He had a doctorate.
"Inside? Why would I be inside...? I'm not even... remotely familiar with this area."
"&...my apologies, but no I didn't. Sorry... I don't exactly know where I am. Could you... tell me where I am-? You seem to be familiar with this place."
The child tilted its head. It was very confused but it wanted to wander his question.
“Well your home Mr. Ghostwalker! Did you get that weird sickness where you forget everything? Hehe!”
It tried to grab Ghostwalker’s hand to lead him inside the cottage but he forgot he fazed right through.
“Oopsie! Forgot! Come on! You said you had cookies inside!”
The child suddenly ran off towards the cottage and dazed through the door like the fox.
"My home? I...I believe you have me confused for someone else.. I'm not from here, little one."
This was obviously an alternate version of himself's temple. A cabin, eh? So different from his temple... very different. He still held his tongue on the 'mister' part, but it was bugging him.
He followed the young spirit inside, curious. What did the inside look like? He was intrigued. He gently opened the door, stepping inside the cabin.
Inside was just a normal cozy cabin. Decorated with soft oranges, browns and blues. It would be any mortal’s dream home if they wanted to live in a cabin. The little fox spirit came up to Ghostwalker and sat down, wagging its tail.
The child was in the middle of the doorway to the kitchen looking confused back and forth.
“Uh…There is two Mr. Ghostwalkers?”
As soon as the child said that Ghostwalker looked back from behind the wall and raised his eyebrows in surprise!
“Oh!”
Ghostwalker admired the cozy scenery. Sure, it wasn't exactly his style but that didn't mean he couldn't appreciate it's warm & homey atmosphere.
He...couldn't hold his tongue anymore, & he spoke up to the young spirit, his voice trembling slightly. He didn't wanna upset them.
"Dr. It's...Dr Ghostwalker. I have a doctorate.."
He perked up a little upon seeing his alter, pushing up his glasses. Oh! That explained alot!
The deity stepped out from behind the wall and wrapped his imp like tail around the spirit, picking it up and moving them out of the way.
“I apologize for her behavior. She treats me like I’m her parent.”
Ghostwalker was in casual wear. Something you might see a mortal wearing on a daily basis. His hair was…extremely long and in a low ponytail.
The child giggles as it’s being picked up, flailing its arms around.
“You seem to have stumbled here on accident.”
He watches the spirit be picked up & moved away, studying his alter as he fidgets with the little pen in his coat pocket. There was a little flag-? On it. A pride flag.
"No need to apologize! I wasn't bothered at all... just... slightly by the 'mister' part.. & I apologize for stumbling into your home uninvited, that's rather rude of me... I was just following the spirits outside & wandered in."
He chuckles nervously. Gosh, that was such a sorry excuse. But it was honestly what happened. He needed a valid reason in his eyes, that wasn't very valid to him.
“Alright. Its fine. Spirits tend to get lost here more than people but, I do not mind. Besides this only a place to isolate for me. So you did not intrude on my home”
The child sport chased after his string-like tail like a cat while Ghostwalker just stood there with his arms crossed.
“Well, if your lost the main road is very far from here. You may stay here as long as you need till you find it.”
"Thank you, I will not try to bother you for too long, it was rude enough for me to intrude after all. Again, my apologies."
He bows his head slightly, scanning the room as he pushes up his glasses, fiddling with the pen in his coat pocket once more. Yep, there was a pride flag on it. It was light blue, pink, & white.
He begins to wander around the room, intrigued. He's very curious about this place.
“No need to apologize. I see your another version of thyself-“
He ears his throat and looks down, looking like he just messed up.
“-Myself. You’re welcome here. Are you alright? You’re quite fidgety!”
He tilts his head, confused on why the other could be so nervous. He knew he was anti-social, trying to stay away from even his siblings if it means not having to talk.
Although this version of him felt Diffee t than the other versions of his siblings he has met before…more…pressure put onto their shoulders.
"I'm alright! Just...on edge a little. Thinking about things & such.. that's all. You don't have to worry."
He chuckles awkwardly, trying to reassure him. In all honesty, he felt bad for just intruding into his home like this, even if he was assured it was okay. He knew he'd definitely be upset if someone barged into his temple without warning.
But there was another thing bugging him. He was thinking deeply about things currently going on, what he was supposed to be doing. So, in simple terms. He was a little stressed & a minor inconvenience did not help.
"You have a rather nice cabin. Very...homey."
It wasn't exactly his style, but he didn't want to be rude. It wasn't as organized as his temple, which to be fair- he was an absolute neat freak, & it was bugging him. He noticed something slightly off center that was on display & he was biting back the urge to just organize everything.
“Heh. Thank you. Although I didn’t build it. Mother did. My temple is near Illumina’s.”
He observed the other and noticed the fox sitting in front of him. It looked over at Ghostwalker and trotted over to him.
“Would you like to sit? I had just finished getting the dust off of everything. So do not worry it is clean.”
Illumina. He cringed slightly at the name, reminding himself that his Illumina was not like his. They weren't like her...
"Oh, no thank you- I'm fine. I prefer to not sit.. just a personal preference of mine."
Why didn't he like to sit? Well, the clockwork inside him creaked & ached, it was uncomfortable & a little painful to sit down. Not to mention if he tried to lean back, his wind up got in the way. One of the reasons he wore those long coats of his was to hide his wind up.
“Still troubled? Maybe I could help you in a way? Put your mind at ease? If it’s Illumina I will have to tell you that I am not close with him. He doesn’t even this place exists.”
Ghostwalker suddenly pulls out quite a big book out of thin air. It falls into his hands.
“Let’s see…you’re from a certain universe…one I’m familiar with it seems”
He opens the book, the pages are glowing and are a transparent blue. He runs through the pages before stopping at a certain one. Green and orange swirl within the blue.
“Ah yes, you’re from that one universe. I helped that elder deity gain xeir form.”
He doesn't comment on the first part, he just stands there, somewhat awkwardly. Was he that easily to read? He didn't like feeling so...open. So vulnerable & predictable.
But he swallows down those thoughts & draw his attention to the straight & large book, taking a few steps forward to inspect & study it, but still giving his alter some space. He cocks his head to the side slightly, raising a brow. What was that? He was intrigued.
The mention of an elder deity...oh! He knows who he was talking about!
"Oh...Tide? Zey're the spirit that Darkheart befriended when they were figuring out their abilities, yes! I know them! How do...how do you know zir?"
"Does it...have something to do with the book you're holding? I'm intrigued by it."
“Zir..asked for my help finding their original form…sorry if I’m not pronouncing it right…”
He walked over to his alter and shows him the inside of the book, keeping a tight grip on it.
The book started flipping through pages till landing on an orange one. It showed a profile of Ghostwalker and what he looked like before. His current health, state, place of residence, and even abilities. It looked like a medical chart.
“This is The Runes Book. With it I can see everyone and everything to ever exist in our alternate stories. It can even see past, present and future.”
He cocks his head slightly, letting out an audible 'ooh' of curiosity & interest as he studies the book, & the chart within it. He feels a little sad now seeing what he looked like before. He used to be so handsome, so fun of life... now he's a shell of his former self.
But he doesn't comment on it. He swallows down his sorrows, his somberness & longing, & focuses on inspecting the book itself.
"The Runes Book you say? I've.. never heard of such a thing. That's incredibly interesting...having all that knowledge in your hands, I can imagine it's a little dangerous aswell. Can I ask where you got it?"
“Mother gave it to me. It knows everything documented here. The runes know more…Mother has tried to keep it a secret and so have I. Only a few Swords know of its existence.”
The turns the book around and skims through the pages again. He stops at a page labeled with text of runes. Ghostwalker looks away for a second before they jumble up and turn into something readable.
It read: [Events]
“Maybe you stumbled here because of this book. Are you seeking anything at the moment? Trying to solve something?”
"I told you I simply wandered in... I did not even know you were here. Or...anything, really. I don't know alot of things, as smart as I am.."
He rubs the back of his neck, slightly anxious. He doesn't want to seem like a bother, but he can't help but feel as if his excuses were sorry. 'I don't know' or 'I didn't know' was a bad excuse in his mind, for him atleast. He was hard on himself.
"That book...it reminds of the witches brew. Very sacred item, very sacred. There's a reason it's kept away. It's...very different from that book though, now that I dwell on the topic."
“Oh yes, I forgot. My apologies”
Ghostwalker keeps going through the page and stops at one. He adjusts his glasses to get a better look. He was trying to see if he was looking at this correctly.
“Oracle…Darkheart predicting the future? We would all be dead! Ha! The amount of power Darkheart would have might even go past Firebrand’s!”
“Thankfully ours was banished along with our BEAST of a brother. How stupid Venomshank was really….your events are quite…tragic…”
"Well, yeah...! They're an oracle.. a rather powerful one too...I think it has something to do with the fact it's physically a part of them, from what Tide told me they're...not supposed to be like that. It's harmful of some sorts..."
He adjusts his own glasses, his gloves getting caught in the chains dangling on the sides, nearly causing them to fall off his face! That would be bad. He doesn't have eyes, without his enchanted glasses he wouldn't be able to see anything.
"Your Darkheart is the one that hurt Illumina & was banished? I am...unfortunately familiar with him. I had to tend to Illumina's wounds. Hopefully he's recovering. I-"
He pause at the mention of his past, before...going silent. He just stands there awkwardly & uncomfortably.
Ghostwalker looks up from the book and closes it. Suddenly uninterested.
“You..tended to his wounds?…”
Why did Ghostwalker look so…pissed? He made the book disappear out of thin air as it did when it appeared. His tail lashed around and his pointed ears lower.
"Yes? He was wounded, &...I'm a doctor. That's my job, my job is to help people. I...I don't understand what's hard to understand about that."
He picked up on his alter's behavior, his anxiety spiking. Shit, did he do something wrong? Was the Illumina he helped a bad person?! What did he do wrong this time??
"Is there...something wrong with that?"
“By Spawn now I have to make precautions! He was supposed to die!”
Ghostwalker starts pulling at his unbroken horn. What does he mean by that? Illumina was supposed to die? Was Ghostwalker in on it? No…
"Were you...hoping he died? Were you in on that whole... were you in on it aswell?"
He grows stiff, furrowing his brows slightly. He was going to play tough, act like a manly man. If his alter was in on that, oh boy. He was still pissed about that. He was seriously hurt!
“In on it? BY SPAWN NO! I’m only following the book!”
He looked up at his alter, still pulling on his horn in frustration.
“THE ONLY GOOD SCENARIO THAT BOOK GAVE ME WAS IF ILLUMINA DIED! If not Darkheart will find a way to come back for more! And it did not give me pretty options for that!”
"Well maybe clarify before you say things like that, I'm pessimistic- sorry!!!"
He was apologizing, but he was raising his voice &...trying to make it sound deeper? He was struggling a little.
"Well- you shouldn't put your faith in some book! Maybe try- accepting different outcomes?? The world where I come from is a whole different outcome!!"
"& this 'fate' bullshit is just- it's stupid!! Like Darkheart, the Darkheart I know was never supposed to suffer the way they did but they DID!! & thats because things happen & you can't change them, it's not gonna lead to the end of the world!!"
“What happens in your world is different here! Fate is our structure! It’s the foundation of a great life! It’s to protect inpherno!”
He walked up to his alter pointed at him while explaining all this. His tail lashing out in anger.
“This book is made of runes! It’s the foundation of a universe! What it says goes! We follow the good scenarios for inpherno! If Darkheart were to figure out about Illumina being alive he will find every way to get out of The Shadow Gardens!”
“Another scenario is that Illumina will step up, trying to free Venomshank and there is a 93% possibility that he might free Darkheart instead! Darkheart could burn down inpherno if he gains the power of a Hata’u…”
He was NOT good at confrontation like this. He wasn't good at anything like this! He was internally panicking & having a crisis, & he honestly didn't know what to say.
"W-well- still! You shouldn't be so dependent on a bunch of runes & a book! Numbers & facts can only get you so far!! I learned that!!"
"Yeah, things are different, really different from where I come from- hell, I'm surprised I'm even the same person as some of these other versions, but that doesn't matter! Change is necessary, unpredictability & chaos is necessary in order for things to progress!!"
He felt like he was talking to Firebrand, & that was...pissing him off. Change is necessary, that man never accepted it...
“This. Is my job. The runes book was created to help us! To protect inpherno with scenarios were are given! The runes are what Inpherno needs!”
“I don’t mind change. I accept it but when it comes to the book’s predictions it has the final word! Heck! Even if it comes to Illumina, Darkheart, Firebrand or even myself dying to keep this world alive, then so be it.”
"You're going to just follow directions your whole existence? Be willing to throw everything away if some- if some book tells you to?!"
He was genuinely getting upset. His alter sounded...so much like Firebrand. & Firebrand pissed him off so much.
"You're the deity!! You're the grim reaper for fucks sake, you shouldn't have to be doing EXACTLY what is predicted- you shouldn't let rules take over your life!! Change is NECESSARY!"
"It's not hard, it's REALLY not. You don't have to micromanage fucking everything because some- some STUPID fucking book told you things had to be a certain way!! It'll dictate your whole life & existence!"
“WITHOUT RULES LIFE IS A MESS! Why should I be like those mortals who don’t live life like everyone else!?”
He grabbed his head and started to pull his hair. He was extremely frustrated to the point he was hurting himself.
“If only Mother would let me study outside of its knowledge! Mother says I will go insane if I do but I don’t care! Illumina believes everyone has a purpose! If that is true, this is mine!”
"I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS."
...wow. Did he just- yell? He never yells, but it seems he...finally put his foot down. He takes a couple deep breaths before he continues, much calmer.
"I...I don't have the time to argue about the same things I have to deal with everytime I talk to Firebrand, I don't. I...I'm so sick of fighting."
"If you want to live your life between the lines? Fine, be my guest. Just know that you are doing yourself NO GOOD. I tried living up to expectations & following rules, I tried being someone I'm not, & that did not help anything or anyone at all. I'll let you find that out yourself."
The spirits were uneasy, even the child was peaking from behind the door to see what was happening. They looked…scared.
“Fine. Whatever you wish.”
Ghostwalker turns away and walks back into the kitchen area, disappearing behind the door. The child comes out with its arms wrapped around itself.
“I’m sorry. We hoped you two would get along…I like your bow tie by the way”
He takes a moment to recollect himself. Deep breaths, deep breaths. It's okay. He was trying to reassure himself & also trying to not immediately crumble from being so...direct.
He said nothing as his alter left the room, simply looking away & fidgeting with the pen in his coat pocket.
"...thank you."
That's all he could muster up the courage to say. Gosh, for someone who just screamed at someone he was pathetic.
“I like your way. Your way sounded fun. Following rules is boring!”
The child huffs and crossed their arms. They pout. They didn’t like Ghostwalker’s rules! The runes book was scary and they didn’t like it.
“I like the fluffy bird man, thank you for healing him! Mr. Ghostwalker doesn’t like him but I do! I’m sorry he treated you that way…”
He was still rather silent, awkward & quiet. He felt like he already said too much. He always talked too much he thought.
He musters up a response, his voice rather quiet.
"...its alright. I'm.. I'm used to not being treated very well...I've experienced worse, trust me. You do not have to worry... &- thank you? Thank you, I suppose."
“I hope stuff gets better for you other Mr- oh- I mean Dr. Ghostwalker!”
The child smiles and twirls their little skirt. Their dog ears flick with happiness. The fox spirit seems to do the same with their tail wagging.
"Thank you... I hope things go well for you too, young one. Thank you yet again."
He nods his head slightly. They got the doctor part right! That seemed to improve his mood a little, although he was still very much anxious.
“Forest can lead you out if you’d like! She knows where to go to get to the main road!”
The child hugs onto the spirit fox and holds her out like a teddy bear. Its tail wags and it pants excitedly.
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"My book... that stupid- stupid other Dark..."
The deity seems to simply be taking a stroll, dragging his feet as he walks, grumbling to himself. He's dressed rather formally, wearing a dress shirt, a sweater, a long coat with some dress pants & a thick belt with a silver buckle.
A little transparent fox runs in front of the deity, tilt its head. It jumps around playfully and wags it tail, yapping like it wants to play.
The deity seems a little startled, not expecting that. Just a spirit, nothing he wasn't accustomed to! He observes the little fox spirit, cocking his head slightly.
The fox seems to noticed something different and runs in a certain direction…as soon as it jumped through the woods it disappeared into what could only be disrobed as an invisible gateway. How intriguing…
He watches it run off, instinctively putting his hand out as if he was going to usher it to come back, but to little avail.
He watches it run off, curiosity overtaking him. He's unable to contain himself & his growing curiosity, so he follows the fox, walking in the direction it took off in. An invisible gateway, huh? Well he walks right through it.
Once going through the day suddenly turned to night. Fireflies flew around a field while a cozy looking cottage sat in the middle. The chimney was pumping air and the lights were on. The little spirit fox stopped in front of the door and gazed right through it. Urging the other to follow.
The deity looked around in awe, letting out an audible 'ooh' as he scanned the area, pushing up his glasses so he could see better. He didn't have eyes anymore, & his enchanted glasses were the only way he could see. He didn't wanna loose those!
He continues to follow the little fox, studying it with great curiosity & interest. He stopped & take in the little cottage. It was cute, rather beautiful. He couldn't help but wonder what this little fox was trying to show him.
A sport child seemed to be running around and play before stopping in his tracks to stare at Ghostwalker. They tilted their head before running over and giggling excitedly.
“Mr. Ghostwalker! I thought you were inside! Hehe!”
Its little imp tail lashes out playfully, stopping in front of Ghostwalker while jumping up and down.
“Did you come into play with me?”
He cocks his head to the side slightly, puzzled. Inside? Why would he-? He was also biting back the urge to correct the young spirit. Dr Ghostwalker, not mister. He had a doctorate.
"Inside? Why would I be inside...? I'm not even... remotely familiar with this area."
"&...my apologies, but no I didn't. Sorry... I don't exactly know where I am. Could you... tell me where I am-? You seem to be familiar with this place."
The child tilted its head. It was very confused but it wanted to wander his question.
“Well your home Mr. Ghostwalker! Did you get that weird sickness where you forget everything? Hehe!”
It tried to grab Ghostwalker’s hand to lead him inside the cottage but he forgot he fazed right through.
“Oopsie! Forgot! Come on! You said you had cookies inside!”
The child suddenly ran off towards the cottage and dazed through the door like the fox.
"My home? I...I believe you have me confused for someone else.. I'm not from here, little one."
This was obviously an alternate version of himself's temple. A cabin, eh? So different from his temple... very different. He still held his tongue on the 'mister' part, but it was bugging him.
He followed the young spirit inside, curious. What did the inside look like? He was intrigued. He gently opened the door, stepping inside the cabin.
Inside was just a normal cozy cabin. Decorated with soft oranges, browns and blues. It would be any mortal’s dream home if they wanted to live in a cabin. The little fox spirit came up to Ghostwalker and sat down, wagging its tail.
The child was in the middle of the doorway to the kitchen looking confused back and forth.
“Uh…There is two Mr. Ghostwalkers?”
As soon as the child said that Ghostwalker looked back from behind the wall and raised his eyebrows in surprise!
“Oh!”
Ghostwalker admired the cozy scenery. Sure, it wasn't exactly his style but that didn't mean he couldn't appreciate it's warm & homey atmosphere.
He...couldn't hold his tongue anymore, & he spoke up to the young spirit, his voice trembling slightly. He didn't wanna upset them.
"Dr. It's...Dr Ghostwalker. I have a doctorate.."
He perked up a little upon seeing his alter, pushing up his glasses. Oh! That explained alot!
The deity stepped out from behind the wall and wrapped his imp like tail around the spirit, picking it up and moving them out of the way.
“I apologize for her behavior. She treats me like I’m her parent.”
Ghostwalker was in casual wear. Something you might see a mortal wearing on a daily basis. His hair was…extremely long and in a low ponytail.
The child giggles as it’s being picked up, flailing its arms around.
“You seem to have stumbled here on accident.”
He watches the spirit be picked up & moved away, studying his alter as he fidgets with the little pen in his coat pocket. There was a little flag-? On it. A pride flag.
"No need to apologize! I wasn't bothered at all... just... slightly by the 'mister' part.. & I apologize for stumbling into your home uninvited, that's rather rude of me... I was just following the spirits outside & wandered in."
He chuckles nervously. Gosh, that was such a sorry excuse. But it was honestly what happened. He needed a valid reason in his eyes, that wasn't very valid to him.
“Alright. Its fine. Spirits tend to get lost here more than people but, I do not mind. Besides this only a place to isolate for me. So you did not intrude on my home”
The child sport chased after his string-like tail like a cat while Ghostwalker just stood there with his arms crossed.
“Well, if your lost the main road is very far from here. You may stay here as long as you need till you find it.”
"Thank you, I will not try to bother you for too long, it was rude enough for me to intrude after all. Again, my apologies."
He bows his head slightly, scanning the room as he pushes up his glasses, fiddling with the pen in his coat pocket once more. Yep, there was a pride flag on it. It was light blue, pink, & white.
He begins to wander around the room, intrigued. He's very curious about this place.
“No need to apologize. I see your another version of thyself-“
He ears his throat and looks down, looking like he just messed up.
“-Myself. You’re welcome here. Are you alright? You’re quite fidgety!”
He tilts his head, confused on why the other could be so nervous. He knew he was anti-social, trying to stay away from even his siblings if it means not having to talk.
Although this version of him felt Diffee t than the other versions of his siblings he has met before…more…pressure put onto their shoulders.
"I'm alright! Just...on edge a little. Thinking about things & such.. that's all. You don't have to worry."
He chuckles awkwardly, trying to reassure him. In all honesty, he felt bad for just intruding into his home like this, even if he was assured it was okay. He knew he'd definitely be upset if someone barged into his temple without warning.
But there was another thing bugging him. He was thinking deeply about things currently going on, what he was supposed to be doing. So, in simple terms. He was a little stressed & a minor inconvenience did not help.
"You have a rather nice cabin. Very...homey."
It wasn't exactly his style, but he didn't want to be rude. It wasn't as organized as his temple, which to be fair- he was an absolute neat freak, & it was bugging him. He noticed something slightly off center that was on display & he was biting back the urge to just organize everything.
“Heh. Thank you. Although I didn’t build it. Mother did. My temple is near Illumina’s.”
He observed the other and noticed the fox sitting in front of him. It looked over at Ghostwalker and trotted over to him.
“Would you like to sit? I had just finished getting the dust off of everything. So do not worry it is clean.”
Illumina. He cringed slightly at the name, reminding himself that his Illumina was not like his. They weren't like her...
"Oh, no thank you- I'm fine. I prefer to not sit.. just a personal preference of mine."
Why didn't he like to sit? Well, the clockwork inside him creaked & ached, it was uncomfortable & a little painful to sit down. Not to mention if he tried to lean back, his wind up got in the way. One of the reasons he wore those long coats of his was to hide his wind up.
“Still troubled? Maybe I could help you in a way? Put your mind at ease? If it’s Illumina I will have to tell you that I am not close with him. He doesn’t even this place exists.”
Ghostwalker suddenly pulls out quite a big book out of thin air. It falls into his hands.
“Let’s see…you’re from a certain universe…one I’m familiar with it seems”
He opens the book, the pages are glowing and are a transparent blue. He runs through the pages before stopping at a certain one. Green and orange swirl within the blue.
“Ah yes, you’re from that one universe. I helped that elder deity gain xeir form.”
He doesn't comment on the first part, he just stands there, somewhat awkwardly. Was he that easily to read? He didn't like feeling so...open. So vulnerable & predictable.
But he swallows down those thoughts & draw his attention to the straight & large book, taking a few steps forward to inspect & study it, but still giving his alter some space. He cocks his head to the side slightly, raising a brow. What was that? He was intrigued.
The mention of an elder deity...oh! He knows who he was talking about!
"Oh...Tide? Zey're the spirit that Darkheart befriended when they were figuring out their abilities, yes! I know them! How do...how do you know zir?"
"Does it...have something to do with the book you're holding? I'm intrigued by it."
“Zir..asked for my help finding their original form…sorry if I’m not pronouncing it right…”
He walked over to his alter and shows him the inside of the book, keeping a tight grip on it.
The book started flipping through pages till landing on an orange one. It showed a profile of Ghostwalker and what he looked like before. His current health, state, place of residence, and even abilities. It looked like a medical chart.
“This is The Runes Book. With it I can see everyone and everything to ever exist in our alternate stories. It can even see past, present and future.”
He cocks his head slightly, letting out an audible 'ooh' of curiosity & interest as he studies the book, & the chart within it. He feels a little sad now seeing what he looked like before. He used to be so handsome, so fun of life... now he's a shell of his former self.
But he doesn't comment on it. He swallows down his sorrows, his somberness & longing, & focuses on inspecting the book itself.
"The Runes Book you say? I've.. never heard of such a thing. That's incredibly interesting...having all that knowledge in your hands, I can imagine it's a little dangerous aswell. Can I ask where you got it?"
“Mother gave it to me. It knows everything documented here. The runes know more…Mother has tried to keep it a secret and so have I. Only a few Swords know of its existence.”
The turns the book around and skims through the pages again. He stops at a page labeled with text of runes. Ghostwalker looks away for a second before they jumble up and turn into something readable.
It read: [Events]
“Maybe you stumbled here because of this book. Are you seeking anything at the moment? Trying to solve something?”
"I told you I simply wandered in... I did not even know you were here. Or...anything, really. I don't know alot of things, as smart as I am.."
He rubs the back of his neck, slightly anxious. He doesn't want to seem like a bother, but he can't help but feel as if his excuses were sorry. 'I don't know' or 'I didn't know' was a bad excuse in his mind, for him atleast. He was hard on himself.
"That book...it reminds of the witches brew. Very sacred item, very sacred. There's a reason it's kept away. It's...very different from that book though, now that I dwell on the topic."
“Oh yes, I forgot. My apologies”
Ghostwalker keeps going through the page and stops at one. He adjusts his glasses to get a better look. He was trying to see if he was looking at this correctly.
“Oracle…Darkheart predicting the future? We would all be dead! Ha! The amount of power Darkheart would have might even go past Firebrand’s!”
“Thankfully ours was banished along with our BEAST of a brother. How stupid Venomshank was really….your events are quite…tragic…”
"Well, yeah...! They're an oracle.. a rather powerful one too...I think it has something to do with the fact it's physically a part of them, from what Tide told me they're...not supposed to be like that. It's harmful of some sorts..."
He adjusts his own glasses, his gloves getting caught in the chains dangling on the sides, nearly causing them to fall off his face! That would be bad. He doesn't have eyes, without his enchanted glasses he wouldn't be able to see anything.
"Your Darkheart is the one that hurt Illumina & was banished? I am...unfortunately familiar with him. I had to tend to Illumina's wounds. Hopefully he's recovering. I-"
He pause at the mention of his past, before...going silent. He just stands there awkwardly & uncomfortably.
Ghostwalker looks up from the book and closes it. Suddenly uninterested.
“You..tended to his wounds?…”
Why did Ghostwalker look so…pissed? He made the book disappear out of thin air as it did when it appeared. His tail lashed around and his pointed ears lower.
"Yes? He was wounded, &...I'm a doctor. That's my job, my job is to help people. I...I don't understand what's hard to understand about that."
He picked up on his alter's behavior, his anxiety spiking. Shit, did he do something wrong? Was the Illumina he helped a bad person?! What did he do wrong this time??
"Is there...something wrong with that?"
“By Spawn now I have to make precautions! He was supposed to die!”
Ghostwalker starts pulling at his unbroken horn. What does he mean by that? Illumina was supposed to die? Was Ghostwalker in on it? No…
"Were you...hoping he died? Were you in on that whole... were you in on it aswell?"
He grows stiff, furrowing his brows slightly. He was going to play tough, act like a manly man. If his alter was in on that, oh boy. He was still pissed about that. He was seriously hurt!
“In on it? BY SPAWN NO! I’m only following the book!”
He looked up at his alter, still pulling on his horn in frustration.
“THE ONLY GOOD SCENARIO THAT BOOK GAVE ME WAS IF ILLUMINA DIED! If not Darkheart will find a way to come back for more! And it did not give me pretty options for that!”
"Well maybe clarify before you say things like that, I'm pessimistic- sorry!!!"
He was apologizing, but he was raising his voice &...trying to make it sound deeper? He was struggling a little.
"Well- you shouldn't put your faith in some book! Maybe try- accepting different outcomes?? The world where I come from is a whole different outcome!!"
"& this 'fate' bullshit is just- it's stupid!! Like Darkheart, the Darkheart I know was never supposed to suffer the way they did but they DID!! & thats because things happen & you can't change them, it's not gonna lead to the end of the world!!"
“What happens in your world is different here! Fate is our structure! It’s the foundation of a great life! It’s to protect inpherno!”
He walked up to his alter pointed at him while explaining all this. His tail lashing out in anger.
“This book is made of runes! It’s the foundation of a universe! What it says goes! We follow the good scenarios for inpherno! If Darkheart were to figure out about Illumina being alive he will find every way to get out of The Shadow Gardens!”
“Another scenario is that Illumina will step up, trying to free Venomshank and there is a 93% possibility that he might free Darkheart instead! Darkheart could burn down inpherno if he gains the power of a Hata’u…”
He was NOT good at confrontation like this. He wasn't good at anything like this! He was internally panicking & having a crisis, & he honestly didn't know what to say.
"W-well- still! You shouldn't be so dependent on a bunch of runes & a book! Numbers & facts can only get you so far!! I learned that!!"
"Yeah, things are different, really different from where I come from- hell, I'm surprised I'm even the same person as some of these other versions, but that doesn't matter! Change is necessary, unpredictability & chaos is necessary in order for things to progress!!"
He felt like he was talking to Firebrand, & that was...pissing him off. Change is necessary, that man never accepted it...
“This. Is my job. The runes book was created to help us! To protect inpherno with scenarios were are given! The runes are what Inpherno needs!”
“I don’t mind change. I accept it but when it comes to the book’s predictions it has the final word! Heck! Even if it comes to Illumina, Darkheart, Firebrand or even myself dying to keep this world alive, then so be it.”
"You're going to just follow directions your whole existence? Be willing to throw everything away if some- if some book tells you to?!"
He was genuinely getting upset. His alter sounded...so much like Firebrand. & Firebrand pissed him off so much.
"You're the deity!! You're the grim reaper for fucks sake, you shouldn't have to be doing EXACTLY what is predicted- you shouldn't let rules take over your life!! Change is NECESSARY!"
"It's not hard, it's REALLY not. You don't have to micromanage fucking everything because some- some STUPID fucking book told you things had to be a certain way!! It'll dictate your whole life & existence!"
“WITHOUT RULES LIFE IS A MESS! Why should I be like those mortals who don’t live life like everyone else!?”
He grabbed his head and started to pull his hair. He was extremely frustrated to the point he was hurting himself.
“If only Mother would let me study outside of its knowledge! Mother says I will go insane if I do but I don’t care! Illumina believes everyone has a purpose! If that is true, this is mine!”
"I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS."
...wow. Did he just- yell? He never yells, but it seems he...finally put his foot down. He takes a couple deep breaths before he continues, much calmer.
"I...I don't have the time to argue about the same things I have to deal with everytime I talk to Firebrand, I don't. I...I'm so sick of fighting."
"If you want to live your life between the lines? Fine, be my guest. Just know that you are doing yourself NO GOOD. I tried living up to expectations & following rules, I tried being someone I'm not, & that did not help anything or anyone at all. I'll let you find that out yourself."
The spirits were uneasy, even the child was peaking from behind the door to see what was happening. They looked…scared.
“Fine. Whatever you wish.”
Ghostwalker turns away and walks back into the kitchen area, disappearing behind the door. The child comes out with its arms wrapped around itself.
“I’m sorry. We hoped you two would get along…I like your bow tie by the way”
He takes a moment to recollect himself. Deep breaths, deep breaths. It's okay. He was trying to reassure himself & also trying to not immediately crumble from being so...direct.
He said nothing as his alter left the room, simply looking away & fidgeting with the pen in his coat pocket.
"...thank you."
That's all he could muster up the courage to say. Gosh, for someone who just screamed at someone he was pathetic.
“I like your way. Your way sounded fun. Following rules is boring!”
The child huffs and crossed their arms. They pout. They didn’t like Ghostwalker’s rules! The runes book was scary and they didn’t like it.
“I like the fluffy bird man, thank you for healing him! Mr. Ghostwalker doesn’t like him but I do! I’m sorry he treated you that way…”
He was still rather silent, awkward & quiet. He felt like he already said too much. He always talked too much he thought.
He musters up a response, his voice rather quiet.
"...its alright. I'm.. I'm used to not being treated very well...I've experienced worse, trust me. You do not have to worry... &- thank you? Thank you, I suppose."
“I hope stuff gets better for you other Mr- oh- I mean Dr. Ghostwalker!”
The child smiles and twirls their little skirt. Their dog ears flick with happiness. The fox spirit seems to do the same with their tail wagging.
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"My book... that stupid- stupid other Dark..."
The deity seems to simply be taking a stroll, dragging his feet as he walks, grumbling to himself. He's dressed rather formally, wearing a dress shirt, a sweater, a long coat with some dress pants & a thick belt with a silver buckle.
A little transparent fox runs in front of the deity, tilt its head. It jumps around playfully and wags it tail, yapping like it wants to play.
The deity seems a little startled, not expecting that. Just a spirit, nothing he wasn't accustomed to! He observes the little fox spirit, cocking his head slightly.
The fox seems to noticed something different and runs in a certain direction…as soon as it jumped through the woods it disappeared into what could only be disrobed as an invisible gateway. How intriguing…
He watches it run off, instinctively putting his hand out as if he was going to usher it to come back, but to little avail.
He watches it run off, curiosity overtaking him. He's unable to contain himself & his growing curiosity, so he follows the fox, walking in the direction it took off in. An invisible gateway, huh? Well he walks right through it.
Once going through the day suddenly turned to night. Fireflies flew around a field while a cozy looking cottage sat in the middle. The chimney was pumping air and the lights were on. The little spirit fox stopped in front of the door and gazed right through it. Urging the other to follow.
The deity looked around in awe, letting out an audible 'ooh' as he scanned the area, pushing up his glasses so he could see better. He didn't have eyes anymore, & his enchanted glasses were the only way he could see. He didn't wanna loose those!
He continues to follow the little fox, studying it with great curiosity & interest. He stopped & take in the little cottage. It was cute, rather beautiful. He couldn't help but wonder what this little fox was trying to show him.
A sport child seemed to be running around and play before stopping in his tracks to stare at Ghostwalker. They tilted their head before running over and giggling excitedly.
“Mr. Ghostwalker! I thought you were inside! Hehe!”
Its little imp tail lashes out playfully, stopping in front of Ghostwalker while jumping up and down.
“Did you come into play with me?”
He cocks his head to the side slightly, puzzled. Inside? Why would he-? He was also biting back the urge to correct the young spirit. Dr Ghostwalker, not mister. He had a doctorate.
"Inside? Why would I be inside...? I'm not even... remotely familiar with this area."
"&...my apologies, but no I didn't. Sorry... I don't exactly know where I am. Could you... tell me where I am-? You seem to be familiar with this place."
The child tilted its head. It was very confused but it wanted to wander his question.
“Well your home Mr. Ghostwalker! Did you get that weird sickness where you forget everything? Hehe!”
It tried to grab Ghostwalker’s hand to lead him inside the cottage but he forgot he fazed right through.
“Oopsie! Forgot! Come on! You said you had cookies inside!”
The child suddenly ran off towards the cottage and dazed through the door like the fox.
"My home? I...I believe you have me confused for someone else.. I'm not from here, little one."
This was obviously an alternate version of himself's temple. A cabin, eh? So different from his temple... very different. He still held his tongue on the 'mister' part, but it was bugging him.
He followed the young spirit inside, curious. What did the inside look like? He was intrigued. He gently opened the door, stepping inside the cabin.
Inside was just a normal cozy cabin. Decorated with soft oranges, browns and blues. It would be any mortal’s dream home if they wanted to live in a cabin. The little fox spirit came up to Ghostwalker and sat down, wagging its tail.
The child was in the middle of the doorway to the kitchen looking confused back and forth.
“Uh…There is two Mr. Ghostwalkers?”
As soon as the child said that Ghostwalker looked back from behind the wall and raised his eyebrows in surprise!
“Oh!”
Ghostwalker admired the cozy scenery. Sure, it wasn't exactly his style but that didn't mean he couldn't appreciate it's warm & homey atmosphere.
He...couldn't hold his tongue anymore, & he spoke up to the young spirit, his voice trembling slightly. He didn't wanna upset them.
"Dr. It's...Dr Ghostwalker. I have a doctorate.."
He perked up a little upon seeing his alter, pushing up his glasses. Oh! That explained alot!
The deity stepped out from behind the wall and wrapped his imp like tail around the spirit, picking it up and moving them out of the way.
“I apologize for her behavior. She treats me like I’m her parent.”
Ghostwalker was in casual wear. Something you might see a mortal wearing on a daily basis. His hair was…extremely long and in a low ponytail.
The child giggles as it’s being picked up, flailing its arms around.
“You seem to have stumbled here on accident.”
He watches the spirit be picked up & moved away, studying his alter as he fidgets with the little pen in his coat pocket. There was a little flag-? On it. A pride flag.
"No need to apologize! I wasn't bothered at all... just... slightly by the 'mister' part.. & I apologize for stumbling into your home uninvited, that's rather rude of me... I was just following the spirits outside & wandered in."
He chuckles nervously. Gosh, that was such a sorry excuse. But it was honestly what happened. He needed a valid reason in his eyes, that wasn't very valid to him.
“Alright. Its fine. Spirits tend to get lost here more than people but, I do not mind. Besides this only a place to isolate for me. So you did not intrude on my home”
The child sport chased after his string-like tail like a cat while Ghostwalker just stood there with his arms crossed.
“Well, if your lost the main road is very far from here. You may stay here as long as you need till you find it.”
"Thank you, I will not try to bother you for too long, it was rude enough for me to intrude after all. Again, my apologies."
He bows his head slightly, scanning the room as he pushes up his glasses, fiddling with the pen in his coat pocket once more. Yep, there was a pride flag on it. It was light blue, pink, & white.
He begins to wander around the room, intrigued. He's very curious about this place.
“No need to apologize. I see your another version of thyself-“
He ears his throat and looks down, looking like he just messed up.
“-Myself. You’re welcome here. Are you alright? You’re quite fidgety!”
He tilts his head, confused on why the other could be so nervous. He knew he was anti-social, trying to stay away from even his siblings if it means not having to talk.
Although this version of him felt Diffee t than the other versions of his siblings he has met before…more…pressure put onto their shoulders.
"I'm alright! Just...on edge a little. Thinking about things & such.. that's all. You don't have to worry."
He chuckles awkwardly, trying to reassure him. In all honesty, he felt bad for just intruding into his home like this, even if he was assured it was okay. He knew he'd definitely be upset if someone barged into his temple without warning.
But there was another thing bugging him. He was thinking deeply about things currently going on, what he was supposed to be doing. So, in simple terms. He was a little stressed & a minor inconvenience did not help.
"You have a rather nice cabin. Very...homey."
It wasn't exactly his style, but he didn't want to be rude. It wasn't as organized as his temple, which to be fair- he was an absolute neat freak, & it was bugging him. He noticed something slightly off center that was on display & he was biting back the urge to just organize everything.
“Heh. Thank you. Although I didn’t build it. Mother did. My temple is near Illumina’s.”
He observed the other and noticed the fox sitting in front of him. It looked over at Ghostwalker and trotted over to him.
“Would you like to sit? I had just finished getting the dust off of everything. So do not worry it is clean.”
Illumina. He cringed slightly at the name, reminding himself that his Illumina was not like his. They weren't like her...
"Oh, no thank you- I'm fine. I prefer to not sit.. just a personal preference of mine."
Why didn't he like to sit? Well, the clockwork inside him creaked & ached, it was uncomfortable & a little painful to sit down. Not to mention if he tried to lean back, his wind up got in the way. One of the reasons he wore those long coats of his was to hide his wind up.
“Still troubled? Maybe I could help you in a way? Put your mind at ease? If it’s Illumina I will have to tell you that I am not close with him. He doesn’t even this place exists.”
Ghostwalker suddenly pulls out quite a big book out of thin air. It falls into his hands.
“Let’s see…you’re from a certain universe…one I’m familiar with it seems”
He opens the book, the pages are glowing and are a transparent blue. He runs through the pages before stopping at a certain one. Green and orange swirl within the blue.
“Ah yes, you’re from that one universe. I helped that elder deity gain xeir form.”
He doesn't comment on the first part, he just stands there, somewhat awkwardly. Was he that easily to read? He didn't like feeling so...open. So vulnerable & predictable.
But he swallows down those thoughts & draw his attention to the straight & large book, taking a few steps forward to inspect & study it, but still giving his alter some space. He cocks his head to the side slightly, raising a brow. What was that? He was intrigued.
The mention of an elder deity...oh! He knows who he was talking about!
"Oh...Tide? Zey're the spirit that Darkheart befriended when they were figuring out their abilities, yes! I know them! How do...how do you know zir?"
"Does it...have something to do with the book you're holding? I'm intrigued by it."
“Zir..asked for my help finding their original form…sorry if I’m not pronouncing it right…”
He walked over to his alter and shows him the inside of the book, keeping a tight grip on it.
The book started flipping through pages till landing on an orange one. It showed a profile of Ghostwalker and what he looked like before. His current health, state, place of residence, and even abilities. It looked like a medical chart.
“This is The Runes Book. With it I can see everyone and everything to ever exist in our alternate stories. It can even see past, present and future.”
He cocks his head slightly, letting out an audible 'ooh' of curiosity & interest as he studies the book, & the chart within it. He feels a little sad now seeing what he looked like before. He used to be so handsome, so fun of life... now he's a shell of his former self.
But he doesn't comment on it. He swallows down his sorrows, his somberness & longing, & focuses on inspecting the book itself.
"The Runes Book you say? I've.. never heard of such a thing. That's incredibly interesting...having all that knowledge in your hands, I can imagine it's a little dangerous aswell. Can I ask where you got it?"
“Mother gave it to me. It knows everything documented here. The runes know more…Mother has tried to keep it a secret and so have I. Only a few Swords know of its existence.”
The turns the book around and skims through the pages again. He stops at a page labeled with text of runes. Ghostwalker looks away for a second before they jumble up and turn into something readable.
It read: [Events]
“Maybe you stumbled here because of this book. Are you seeking anything at the moment? Trying to solve something?”
"I told you I simply wandered in... I did not even know you were here. Or...anything, really. I don't know alot of things, as smart as I am.."
He rubs the back of his neck, slightly anxious. He doesn't want to seem like a bother, but he can't help but feel as if his excuses were sorry. 'I don't know' or 'I didn't know' was a bad excuse in his mind, for him atleast. He was hard on himself.
"That book...it reminds of the witches brew. Very sacred item, very sacred. There's a reason it's kept away. It's...very different from that book though, now that I dwell on the topic."
“Oh yes, I forgot. My apologies”
Ghostwalker keeps going through the page and stops at one. He adjusts his glasses to get a better look. He was trying to see if he was looking at this correctly.
“Oracle…Darkheart predicting the future? We would all be dead! Ha! The amount of power Darkheart would have might even go past Firebrand’s!”
“Thankfully ours was banished along with our BEAST of a brother. How stupid Venomshank was really….your events are quite…tragic…”
"Well, yeah...! They're an oracle.. a rather powerful one too...I think it has something to do with the fact it's physically a part of them, from what Tide told me they're...not supposed to be like that. It's harmful of some sorts..."
He adjusts his own glasses, his gloves getting caught in the chains dangling on the sides, nearly causing them to fall off his face! That would be bad. He doesn't have eyes, without his enchanted glasses he wouldn't be able to see anything.
"Your Darkheart is the one that hurt Illumina & was banished? I am...unfortunately familiar with him. I had to tend to Illumina's wounds. Hopefully he's recovering. I-"
He pause at the mention of his past, before...going silent. He just stands there awkwardly & uncomfortably.
Ghostwalker looks up from the book and closes it. Suddenly uninterested.
“You..tended to his wounds?…”
Why did Ghostwalker look so…pissed? He made the book disappear out of thin air as it did when it appeared. His tail lashed around and his pointed ears lower.
"Yes? He was wounded, &...I'm a doctor. That's my job, my job is to help people. I...I don't understand what's hard to understand about that."
He picked up on his alter's behavior, his anxiety spiking. Shit, did he do something wrong? Was the Illumina he helped a bad person?! What did he do wrong this time??
"Is there...something wrong with that?"
“By Spawn now I have to make precautions! He was supposed to die!”
Ghostwalker starts pulling at his unbroken horn. What does he mean by that? Illumina was supposed to die? Was Ghostwalker in on it? No…
"Were you...hoping he died? Were you in on that whole... were you in on it aswell?"
He grows stiff, furrowing his brows slightly. He was going to play tough, act like a manly man. If his alter was in on that, oh boy. He was still pissed about that. He was seriously hurt!
“In on it? BY SPAWN NO! I’m only following the book!”
He looked up at his alter, still pulling on his horn in frustration.
“THE ONLY GOOD SCENARIO THAT BOOK GAVE ME WAS IF ILLUMINA DIED! If not Darkheart will find a way to come back for more! And it did not give me pretty options for that!”
"Well maybe clarify before you say things like that, I'm pessimistic- sorry!!!"
He was apologizing, but he was raising his voice &...trying to make it sound deeper? He was struggling a little.
"Well- you shouldn't put your faith in some book! Maybe try- accepting different outcomes?? The world where I come from is a whole different outcome!!"
"& this 'fate' bullshit is just- it's stupid!! Like Darkheart, the Darkheart I know was never supposed to suffer the way they did but they DID!! & thats because things happen & you can't change them, it's not gonna lead to the end of the world!!"
“What happens in your world is different here! Fate is our structure! It’s the foundation of a great life! It’s to protect inpherno!”
He walked up to his alter pointed at him while explaining all this. His tail lashing out in anger.
“This book is made of runes! It’s the foundation of a universe! What it says goes! We follow the good scenarios for inpherno! If Darkheart were to figure out about Illumina being alive he will find every way to get out of The Shadow Gardens!”
“Another scenario is that Illumina will step up, trying to free Venomshank and there is a 93% possibility that he might free Darkheart instead! Darkheart could burn down inpherno if he gains the power of a Hata’u…”
He was NOT good at confrontation like this. He wasn't good at anything like this! He was internally panicking & having a crisis, & he honestly didn't know what to say.
"W-well- still! You shouldn't be so dependent on a bunch of runes & a book! Numbers & facts can only get you so far!! I learned that!!"
"Yeah, things are different, really different from where I come from- hell, I'm surprised I'm even the same person as some of these other versions, but that doesn't matter! Change is necessary, unpredictability & chaos is necessary in order for things to progress!!"
He felt like he was talking to Firebrand, & that was...pissing him off. Change is necessary, that man never accepted it...
“This. Is my job. The runes book was created to help us! To protect inpherno with scenarios were are given! The runes are what Inpherno needs!”
“I don’t mind change. I accept it but when it comes to the book’s predictions it has the final word! Heck! Even if it comes to Illumina, Darkheart, Firebrand or even myself dying to keep this world alive, then so be it.”
"You're going to just follow directions your whole existence? Be willing to throw everything away if some- if some book tells you to?!"
He was genuinely getting upset. His alter sounded...so much like Firebrand. & Firebrand pissed him off so much.
"You're the deity!! You're the grim reaper for fucks sake, you shouldn't have to be doing EXACTLY what is predicted- you shouldn't let rules take over your life!! Change is NECESSARY!"
"It's not hard, it's REALLY not. You don't have to micromanage fucking everything because some- some STUPID fucking book told you things had to be a certain way!! It'll dictate your whole life & existence!"
“WITHOUT RULES LIFE IS A MESS! Why should I be like those mortals who don’t live life like everyone else!?”
He grabbed his head and started to pull his hair. He was extremely frustrated to the point he was hurting himself.
“If only Mother would let me study outside of its knowledge! Mother says I will go insane if I do but I don’t care! Illumina believes everyone has a purpose! If that is true, this is mine!”
"I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS."
...wow. Did he just- yell? He never yells, but it seems he...finally put his foot down. He takes a couple deep breaths before he continues, much calmer.
"I...I don't have the time to argue about the same things I have to deal with everytime I talk to Firebrand, I don't. I...I'm so sick of fighting."
"If you want to live your life between the lines? Fine, be my guest. Just know that you are doing yourself NO GOOD. I tried living up to expectations & following rules, I tried being someone I'm not, & that did not help anything or anyone at all. I'll let you find that out yourself."
The spirits were uneasy, even the child was peaking from behind the door to see what was happening. They looked…scared.
“Fine. Whatever you wish.”
Ghostwalker turns away and walks back into the kitchen area, disappearing behind the door. The child comes out with its arms wrapped around itself.
“I’m sorry. We hoped you two would get along…I like your bow tie by the way”
He takes a moment to recollect himself. Deep breaths, deep breaths. It's okay. He was trying to reassure himself & also trying to not immediately crumble from being so...direct.
He said nothing as his alter left the room, simply looking away & fidgeting with the pen in his coat pocket.
"...thank you."
That's all he could muster up the courage to say. Gosh, for someone who just screamed at someone he was pathetic.
“I like your way. Your way sounded fun. Following rules is boring!”
The child huffs and crossed their arms. They pout. They didn’t like Ghostwalker’s rules! The runes book was scary and they didn’t like it.
“I like the fluffy bird man, thank you for healing him! Mr. Ghostwalker doesn’t like him but I do! I’m sorry he treated you that way…”
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"My book... that stupid- stupid other Dark..."
The deity seems to simply be taking a stroll, dragging his feet as he walks, grumbling to himself. He's dressed rather formally, wearing a dress shirt, a sweater, a long coat with some dress pants & a thick belt with a silver buckle.
A little transparent fox runs in front of the deity, tilt its head. It jumps around playfully and wags it tail, yapping like it wants to play.
The deity seems a little startled, not expecting that. Just a spirit, nothing he wasn't accustomed to! He observes the little fox spirit, cocking his head slightly.
The fox seems to noticed something different and runs in a certain direction…as soon as it jumped through the woods it disappeared into what could only be disrobed as an invisible gateway. How intriguing…
He watches it run off, instinctively putting his hand out as if he was going to usher it to come back, but to little avail.
He watches it run off, curiosity overtaking him. He's unable to contain himself & his growing curiosity, so he follows the fox, walking in the direction it took off in. An invisible gateway, huh? Well he walks right through it.
Once going through the day suddenly turned to night. Fireflies flew around a field while a cozy looking cottage sat in the middle. The chimney was pumping air and the lights were on. The little spirit fox stopped in front of the door and gazed right through it. Urging the other to follow.
The deity looked around in awe, letting out an audible 'ooh' as he scanned the area, pushing up his glasses so he could see better. He didn't have eyes anymore, & his enchanted glasses were the only way he could see. He didn't wanna loose those!
He continues to follow the little fox, studying it with great curiosity & interest. He stopped & take in the little cottage. It was cute, rather beautiful. He couldn't help but wonder what this little fox was trying to show him.
A sport child seemed to be running around and play before stopping in his tracks to stare at Ghostwalker. They tilted their head before running over and giggling excitedly.
“Mr. Ghostwalker! I thought you were inside! Hehe!”
Its little imp tail lashes out playfully, stopping in front of Ghostwalker while jumping up and down.
“Did you come into play with me?”
He cocks his head to the side slightly, puzzled. Inside? Why would he-? He was also biting back the urge to correct the young spirit. Dr Ghostwalker, not mister. He had a doctorate.
"Inside? Why would I be inside...? I'm not even... remotely familiar with this area."
"&...my apologies, but no I didn't. Sorry... I don't exactly know where I am. Could you... tell me where I am-? You seem to be familiar with this place."
The child tilted its head. It was very confused but it wanted to wander his question.
“Well your home Mr. Ghostwalker! Did you get that weird sickness where you forget everything? Hehe!”
It tried to grab Ghostwalker’s hand to lead him inside the cottage but he forgot he fazed right through.
“Oopsie! Forgot! Come on! You said you had cookies inside!”
The child suddenly ran off towards the cottage and dazed through the door like the fox.
"My home? I...I believe you have me confused for someone else.. I'm not from here, little one."
This was obviously an alternate version of himself's temple. A cabin, eh? So different from his temple... very different. He still held his tongue on the 'mister' part, but it was bugging him.
He followed the young spirit inside, curious. What did the inside look like? He was intrigued. He gently opened the door, stepping inside the cabin.
Inside was just a normal cozy cabin. Decorated with soft oranges, browns and blues. It would be any mortal’s dream home if they wanted to live in a cabin. The little fox spirit came up to Ghostwalker and sat down, wagging its tail.
The child was in the middle of the doorway to the kitchen looking confused back and forth.
“Uh…There is two Mr. Ghostwalkers?”
As soon as the child said that Ghostwalker looked back from behind the wall and raised his eyebrows in surprise!
“Oh!”
Ghostwalker admired the cozy scenery. Sure, it wasn't exactly his style but that didn't mean he couldn't appreciate it's warm & homey atmosphere.
He...couldn't hold his tongue anymore, & he spoke up to the young spirit, his voice trembling slightly. He didn't wanna upset them.
"Dr. It's...Dr Ghostwalker. I have a doctorate.."
He perked up a little upon seeing his alter, pushing up his glasses. Oh! That explained alot!
The deity stepped out from behind the wall and wrapped his imp like tail around the spirit, picking it up and moving them out of the way.
“I apologize for her behavior. She treats me like I’m her parent.”
Ghostwalker was in casual wear. Something you might see a mortal wearing on a daily basis. His hair was…extremely long and in a low ponytail.
The child giggles as it’s being picked up, flailing its arms around.
“You seem to have stumbled here on accident.”
He watches the spirit be picked up & moved away, studying his alter as he fidgets with the little pen in his coat pocket. There was a little flag-? On it. A pride flag.
"No need to apologize! I wasn't bothered at all... just... slightly by the 'mister' part.. & I apologize for stumbling into your home uninvited, that's rather rude of me... I was just following the spirits outside & wandered in."
He chuckles nervously. Gosh, that was such a sorry excuse. But it was honestly what happened. He needed a valid reason in his eyes, that wasn't very valid to him.
“Alright. Its fine. Spirits tend to get lost here more than people but, I do not mind. Besides this only a place to isolate for me. So you did not intrude on my home”
The child sport chased after his string-like tail like a cat while Ghostwalker just stood there with his arms crossed.
“Well, if your lost the main road is very far from here. You may stay here as long as you need till you find it.”
"Thank you, I will not try to bother you for too long, it was rude enough for me to intrude after all. Again, my apologies."
He bows his head slightly, scanning the room as he pushes up his glasses, fiddling with the pen in his coat pocket once more. Yep, there was a pride flag on it. It was light blue, pink, & white.
He begins to wander around the room, intrigued. He's very curious about this place.
“No need to apologize. I see your another version of thyself-“
He ears his throat and looks down, looking like he just messed up.
“-Myself. You’re welcome here. Are you alright? You’re quite fidgety!”
He tilts his head, confused on why the other could be so nervous. He knew he was anti-social, trying to stay away from even his siblings if it means not having to talk.
Although this version of him felt Diffee t than the other versions of his siblings he has met before…more…pressure put onto their shoulders.
"I'm alright! Just...on edge a little. Thinking about things & such.. that's all. You don't have to worry."
He chuckles awkwardly, trying to reassure him. In all honesty, he felt bad for just intruding into his home like this, even if he was assured it was okay. He knew he'd definitely be upset if someone barged into his temple without warning.
But there was another thing bugging him. He was thinking deeply about things currently going on, what he was supposed to be doing. So, in simple terms. He was a little stressed & a minor inconvenience did not help.
"You have a rather nice cabin. Very...homey."
It wasn't exactly his style, but he didn't want to be rude. It wasn't as organized as his temple, which to be fair- he was an absolute neat freak, & it was bugging him. He noticed something slightly off center that was on display & he was biting back the urge to just organize everything.
“Heh. Thank you. Although I didn’t build it. Mother did. My temple is near Illumina’s.”
He observed the other and noticed the fox sitting in front of him. It looked over at Ghostwalker and trotted over to him.
“Would you like to sit? I had just finished getting the dust off of everything. So do not worry it is clean.”
Illumina. He cringed slightly at the name, reminding himself that his Illumina was not like his. They weren't like her...
"Oh, no thank you- I'm fine. I prefer to not sit.. just a personal preference of mine."
Why didn't he like to sit? Well, the clockwork inside him creaked & ached, it was uncomfortable & a little painful to sit down. Not to mention if he tried to lean back, his wind up got in the way. One of the reasons he wore those long coats of his was to hide his wind up.
“Still troubled? Maybe I could help you in a way? Put your mind at ease? If it’s Illumina I will have to tell you that I am not close with him. He doesn’t even this place exists.”
Ghostwalker suddenly pulls out quite a big book out of thin air. It falls into his hands.
“Let’s see…you’re from a certain universe…one I’m familiar with it seems”
He opens the book, the pages are glowing and are a transparent blue. He runs through the pages before stopping at a certain one. Green and orange swirl within the blue.
“Ah yes, you’re from that one universe. I helped that elder deity gain xeir form.”
He doesn't comment on the first part, he just stands there, somewhat awkwardly. Was he that easily to read? He didn't like feeling so...open. So vulnerable & predictable.
But he swallows down those thoughts & draw his attention to the straight & large book, taking a few steps forward to inspect & study it, but still giving his alter some space. He cocks his head to the side slightly, raising a brow. What was that? He was intrigued.
The mention of an elder deity...oh! He knows who he was talking about!
"Oh...Tide? Zey're the spirit that Darkheart befriended when they were figuring out their abilities, yes! I know them! How do...how do you know zir?"
"Does it...have something to do with the book you're holding? I'm intrigued by it."
“Zir..asked for my help finding their original form…sorry if I’m not pronouncing it right…”
He walked over to his alter and shows him the inside of the book, keeping a tight grip on it.
The book started flipping through pages till landing on an orange one. It showed a profile of Ghostwalker and what he looked like before. His current health, state, place of residence, and even abilities. It looked like a medical chart.
“This is The Runes Book. With it I can see everyone and everything to ever exist in our alternate stories. It can even see past, present and future.”
He cocks his head slightly, letting out an audible 'ooh' of curiosity & interest as he studies the book, & the chart within it. He feels a little sad now seeing what he looked like before. He used to be so handsome, so fun of life... now he's a shell of his former self.
But he doesn't comment on it. He swallows down his sorrows, his somberness & longing, & focuses on inspecting the book itself.
"The Runes Book you say? I've.. never heard of such a thing. That's incredibly interesting...having all that knowledge in your hands, I can imagine it's a little dangerous aswell. Can I ask where you got it?"
“Mother gave it to me. It knows everything documented here. The runes know more…Mother has tried to keep it a secret and so have I. Only a few Swords know of its existence.”
The turns the book around and skims through the pages again. He stops at a page labeled with text of runes. Ghostwalker looks away for a second before they jumble up and turn into something readable.
It read: [Events]
“Maybe you stumbled here because of this book. Are you seeking anything at the moment? Trying to solve something?”
"I told you I simply wandered in... I did not even know you were here. Or...anything, really. I don't know alot of things, as smart as I am.."
He rubs the back of his neck, slightly anxious. He doesn't want to seem like a bother, but he can't help but feel as if his excuses were sorry. 'I don't know' or 'I didn't know' was a bad excuse in his mind, for him atleast. He was hard on himself.
"That book...it reminds of the witches brew. Very sacred item, very sacred. There's a reason it's kept away. It's...very different from that book though, now that I dwell on the topic."
“Oh yes, I forgot. My apologies”
Ghostwalker keeps going through the page and stops at one. He adjusts his glasses to get a better look. He was trying to see if he was looking at this correctly.
“Oracle…Darkheart predicting the future? We would all be dead! Ha! The amount of power Darkheart would have might even go past Firebrand’s!”
“Thankfully ours was banished along with our BEAST of a brother. How stupid Venomshank was really….your events are quite…tragic…”
"Well, yeah...! They're an oracle.. a rather powerful one too...I think it has something to do with the fact it's physically a part of them, from what Tide told me they're...not supposed to be like that. It's harmful of some sorts..."
He adjusts his own glasses, his gloves getting caught in the chains dangling on the sides, nearly causing them to fall off his face! That would be bad. He doesn't have eyes, without his enchanted glasses he wouldn't be able to see anything.
"Your Darkheart is the one that hurt Illumina & was banished? I am...unfortunately familiar with him. I had to tend to Illumina's wounds. Hopefully he's recovering. I-"
He pause at the mention of his past, before...going silent. He just stands there awkwardly & uncomfortably.
Ghostwalker looks up from the book and closes it. Suddenly uninterested.
“You..tended to his wounds?…”
Why did Ghostwalker look so…pissed? He made the book disappear out of thin air as it did when it appeared. His tail lashed around and his pointed ears lower.
"Yes? He was wounded, &...I'm a doctor. That's my job, my job is to help people. I...I don't understand what's hard to understand about that."
He picked up on his alter's behavior, his anxiety spiking. Shit, did he do something wrong? Was the Illumina he helped a bad person?! What did he do wrong this time??
"Is there...something wrong with that?"
“By Spawn now I have to make precautions! He was supposed to die!”
Ghostwalker starts pulling at his unbroken horn. What does he mean by that? Illumina was supposed to die? Was Ghostwalker in on it? No…
"Were you...hoping he died? Were you in on that whole... were you in on it aswell?"
He grows stiff, furrowing his brows slightly. He was going to play tough, act like a manly man. If his alter was in on that, oh boy. He was still pissed about that. He was seriously hurt!
“In on it? BY SPAWN NO! I’m only following the book!”
He looked up at his alter, still pulling on his horn in frustration.
“THE ONLY GOOD SCENARIO THAT BOOK GAVE ME WAS IF ILLUMINA DIED! If not Darkheart will find a way to come back for more! And it did not give me pretty options for that!”
"Well maybe clarify before you say things like that, I'm pessimistic- sorry!!!"
He was apologizing, but he was raising his voice &...trying to make it sound deeper? He was struggling a little.
"Well- you shouldn't put your faith in some book! Maybe try- accepting different outcomes?? The world where I come from is a whole different outcome!!"
"& this 'fate' bullshit is just- it's stupid!! Like Darkheart, the Darkheart I know was never supposed to suffer the way they did but they DID!! & thats because things happen & you can't change them, it's not gonna lead to the end of the world!!"
“What happens in your world is different here! Fate is our structure! It’s the foundation of a great life! It’s to protect inpherno!”
He walked up to his alter pointed at him while explaining all this. His tail lashing out in anger.
“This book is made of runes! It’s the foundation of a universe! What it says goes! We follow the good scenarios for inpherno! If Darkheart were to figure out about Illumina being alive he will find every way to get out of The Shadow Gardens!”
“Another scenario is that Illumina will step up, trying to free Venomshank and there is a 93% possibility that he might free Darkheart instead! Darkheart could burn down inpherno if he gains the power of a Hata’u…”
He was NOT good at confrontation like this. He wasn't good at anything like this! He was internally panicking & having a crisis, & he honestly didn't know what to say.
"W-well- still! You shouldn't be so dependent on a bunch of runes & a book! Numbers & facts can only get you so far!! I learned that!!"
"Yeah, things are different, really different from where I come from- hell, I'm surprised I'm even the same person as some of these other versions, but that doesn't matter! Change is necessary, unpredictability & chaos is necessary in order for things to progress!!"
He felt like he was talking to Firebrand, & that was...pissing him off. Change is necessary, that man never accepted it...
“This. Is my job. The runes book was created to help us! To protect inpherno with scenarios were are given! The runes are what Inpherno needs!”
“I don’t mind change. I accept it but when it comes to the book’s predictions it has the final word! Heck! Even if it comes to Illumina, Darkheart, Firebrand or even myself dying to keep this world alive, then so be it.”
"You're going to just follow directions your whole existence? Be willing to throw everything away if some- if some book tells you to?!"
He was genuinely getting upset. His alter sounded...so much like Firebrand. & Firebrand pissed him off so much.
"You're the deity!! You're the grim reaper for fucks sake, you shouldn't have to be doing EXACTLY what is predicted- you shouldn't let rules take over your life!! Change is NECESSARY!"
"It's not hard, it's REALLY not. You don't have to micromanage fucking everything because some- some STUPID fucking book told you things had to be a certain way!! It'll dictate your whole life & existence!"
“WITHOUT RULES LIFE IS A MESS! Why should I be like those mortals who don’t live life like everyone else!?”
He grabbed his head and started to pull his hair. He was extremely frustrated to the point he was hurting himself.
“If only Mother would let me study outside of its knowledge! Mother says I will go insane if I do but I don’t care! Illumina believes everyone has a purpose! If that is true, this is mine!”
"I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS."
...wow. Did he just- yell? He never yells, but it seems he...finally put his foot down. He takes a couple deep breaths before he continues, much calmer.
"I...I don't have the time to argue about the same things I have to deal with everytime I talk to Firebrand, I don't. I...I'm so sick of fighting."
"If you want to live your life between the lines? Fine, be my guest. Just know that you are doing yourself NO GOOD. I tried living up to expectations & following rules, I tried being someone I'm not, & that did not help anything or anyone at all. I'll let you find that out yourself."
The spirits were uneasy, even the child was peaking from behind the door to see what was happening. They looked…scared.
“Fine. Whatever you wish.”
Ghostwalker turns away and walks back into the kitchen area, disappearing behind the door. The child comes out with its arms wrapped around itself.
“I’m sorry. We hoped you two would get along…I like your bow tie by the way”
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"My book... that stupid- stupid other Dark..."
The deity seems to simply be taking a stroll, dragging his feet as he walks, grumbling to himself. He's dressed rather formally, wearing a dress shirt, a sweater, a long coat with some dress pants & a thick belt with a silver buckle.
A little transparent fox runs in front of the deity, tilt its head. It jumps around playfully and wags it tail, yapping like it wants to play.
The deity seems a little startled, not expecting that. Just a spirit, nothing he wasn't accustomed to! He observes the little fox spirit, cocking his head slightly.
The fox seems to noticed something different and runs in a certain direction…as soon as it jumped through the woods it disappeared into what could only be disrobed as an invisible gateway. How intriguing…
He watches it run off, instinctively putting his hand out as if he was going to usher it to come back, but to little avail.
He watches it run off, curiosity overtaking him. He's unable to contain himself & his growing curiosity, so he follows the fox, walking in the direction it took off in. An invisible gateway, huh? Well he walks right through it.
Once going through the day suddenly turned to night. Fireflies flew around a field while a cozy looking cottage sat in the middle. The chimney was pumping air and the lights were on. The little spirit fox stopped in front of the door and gazed right through it. Urging the other to follow.
The deity looked around in awe, letting out an audible 'ooh' as he scanned the area, pushing up his glasses so he could see better. He didn't have eyes anymore, & his enchanted glasses were the only way he could see. He didn't wanna loose those!
He continues to follow the little fox, studying it with great curiosity & interest. He stopped & take in the little cottage. It was cute, rather beautiful. He couldn't help but wonder what this little fox was trying to show him.
A sport child seemed to be running around and play before stopping in his tracks to stare at Ghostwalker. They tilted their head before running over and giggling excitedly.
“Mr. Ghostwalker! I thought you were inside! Hehe!”
Its little imp tail lashes out playfully, stopping in front of Ghostwalker while jumping up and down.
“Did you come into play with me?”
He cocks his head to the side slightly, puzzled. Inside? Why would he-? He was also biting back the urge to correct the young spirit. Dr Ghostwalker, not mister. He had a doctorate.
"Inside? Why would I be inside...? I'm not even... remotely familiar with this area."
"&...my apologies, but no I didn't. Sorry... I don't exactly know where I am. Could you... tell me where I am-? You seem to be familiar with this place."
The child tilted its head. It was very confused but it wanted to wander his question.
“Well your home Mr. Ghostwalker! Did you get that weird sickness where you forget everything? Hehe!”
It tried to grab Ghostwalker’s hand to lead him inside the cottage but he forgot he fazed right through.
“Oopsie! Forgot! Come on! You said you had cookies inside!”
The child suddenly ran off towards the cottage and dazed through the door like the fox.
"My home? I...I believe you have me confused for someone else.. I'm not from here, little one."
This was obviously an alternate version of himself's temple. A cabin, eh? So different from his temple... very different. He still held his tongue on the 'mister' part, but it was bugging him.
He followed the young spirit inside, curious. What did the inside look like? He was intrigued. He gently opened the door, stepping inside the cabin.
Inside was just a normal cozy cabin. Decorated with soft oranges, browns and blues. It would be any mortal’s dream home if they wanted to live in a cabin. The little fox spirit came up to Ghostwalker and sat down, wagging its tail.
The child was in the middle of the doorway to the kitchen looking confused back and forth.
“Uh…There is two Mr. Ghostwalkers?”
As soon as the child said that Ghostwalker looked back from behind the wall and raised his eyebrows in surprise!
“Oh!”
Ghostwalker admired the cozy scenery. Sure, it wasn't exactly his style but that didn't mean he couldn't appreciate it's warm & homey atmosphere.
He...couldn't hold his tongue anymore, & he spoke up to the young spirit, his voice trembling slightly. He didn't wanna upset them.
"Dr. It's...Dr Ghostwalker. I have a doctorate.."
He perked up a little upon seeing his alter, pushing up his glasses. Oh! That explained alot!
The deity stepped out from behind the wall and wrapped his imp like tail around the spirit, picking it up and moving them out of the way.
“I apologize for her behavior. She treats me like I’m her parent.”
Ghostwalker was in casual wear. Something you might see a mortal wearing on a daily basis. His hair was…extremely long and in a low ponytail.
The child giggles as it’s being picked up, flailing its arms around.
“You seem to have stumbled here on accident.”
He watches the spirit be picked up & moved away, studying his alter as he fidgets with the little pen in his coat pocket. There was a little flag-? On it. A pride flag.
"No need to apologize! I wasn't bothered at all... just... slightly by the 'mister' part.. & I apologize for stumbling into your home uninvited, that's rather rude of me... I was just following the spirits outside & wandered in."
He chuckles nervously. Gosh, that was such a sorry excuse. But it was honestly what happened. He needed a valid reason in his eyes, that wasn't very valid to him.
“Alright. Its fine. Spirits tend to get lost here more than people but, I do not mind. Besides this only a place to isolate for me. So you did not intrude on my home”
The child sport chased after his string-like tail like a cat while Ghostwalker just stood there with his arms crossed.
“Well, if your lost the main road is very far from here. You may stay here as long as you need till you find it.”
"Thank you, I will not try to bother you for too long, it was rude enough for me to intrude after all. Again, my apologies."
He bows his head slightly, scanning the room as he pushes up his glasses, fiddling with the pen in his coat pocket once more. Yep, there was a pride flag on it. It was light blue, pink, & white.
He begins to wander around the room, intrigued. He's very curious about this place.
“No need to apologize. I see your another version of thyself-“
He ears his throat and looks down, looking like he just messed up.
“-Myself. You’re welcome here. Are you alright? You’re quite fidgety!”
He tilts his head, confused on why the other could be so nervous. He knew he was anti-social, trying to stay away from even his siblings if it means not having to talk.
Although this version of him felt Diffee t than the other versions of his siblings he has met before…more…pressure put onto their shoulders.
"I'm alright! Just...on edge a little. Thinking about things & such.. that's all. You don't have to worry."
He chuckles awkwardly, trying to reassure him. In all honesty, he felt bad for just intruding into his home like this, even if he was assured it was okay. He knew he'd definitely be upset if someone barged into his temple without warning.
But there was another thing bugging him. He was thinking deeply about things currently going on, what he was supposed to be doing. So, in simple terms. He was a little stressed & a minor inconvenience did not help.
"You have a rather nice cabin. Very...homey."
It wasn't exactly his style, but he didn't want to be rude. It wasn't as organized as his temple, which to be fair- he was an absolute neat freak, & it was bugging him. He noticed something slightly off center that was on display & he was biting back the urge to just organize everything.
“Heh. Thank you. Although I didn’t build it. Mother did. My temple is near Illumina’s.”
He observed the other and noticed the fox sitting in front of him. It looked over at Ghostwalker and trotted over to him.
“Would you like to sit? I had just finished getting the dust off of everything. So do not worry it is clean.”
Illumina. He cringed slightly at the name, reminding himself that his Illumina was not like his. They weren't like her...
"Oh, no thank you- I'm fine. I prefer to not sit.. just a personal preference of mine."
Why didn't he like to sit? Well, the clockwork inside him creaked & ached, it was uncomfortable & a little painful to sit down. Not to mention if he tried to lean back, his wind up got in the way. One of the reasons he wore those long coats of his was to hide his wind up.
“Still troubled? Maybe I could help you in a way? Put your mind at ease? If it’s Illumina I will have to tell you that I am not close with him. He doesn’t even this place exists.”
Ghostwalker suddenly pulls out quite a big book out of thin air. It falls into his hands.
“Let’s see…you’re from a certain universe…one I’m familiar with it seems”
He opens the book, the pages are glowing and are a transparent blue. He runs through the pages before stopping at a certain one. Green and orange swirl within the blue.
“Ah yes, you’re from that one universe. I helped that elder deity gain xeir form.”
He doesn't comment on the first part, he just stands there, somewhat awkwardly. Was he that easily to read? He didn't like feeling so...open. So vulnerable & predictable.
But he swallows down those thoughts & draw his attention to the straight & large book, taking a few steps forward to inspect & study it, but still giving his alter some space. He cocks his head to the side slightly, raising a brow. What was that? He was intrigued.
The mention of an elder deity...oh! He knows who he was talking about!
"Oh...Tide? Zey're the spirit that Darkheart befriended when they were figuring out their abilities, yes! I know them! How do...how do you know zir?"
"Does it...have something to do with the book you're holding? I'm intrigued by it."
“Zir..asked for my help finding their original form…sorry if I’m not pronouncing it right…”
He walked over to his alter and shows him the inside of the book, keeping a tight grip on it.
The book started flipping through pages till landing on an orange one. It showed a profile of Ghostwalker and what he looked like before. His current health, state, place of residence, and even abilities. It looked like a medical chart.
“This is The Runes Book. With it I can see everyone and everything to ever exist in our alternate stories. It can even see past, present and future.”
He cocks his head slightly, letting out an audible 'ooh' of curiosity & interest as he studies the book, & the chart within it. He feels a little sad now seeing what he looked like before. He used to be so handsome, so fun of life... now he's a shell of his former self.
But he doesn't comment on it. He swallows down his sorrows, his somberness & longing, & focuses on inspecting the book itself.
"The Runes Book you say? I've.. never heard of such a thing. That's incredibly interesting...having all that knowledge in your hands, I can imagine it's a little dangerous aswell. Can I ask where you got it?"
“Mother gave it to me. It knows everything documented here. The runes know more…Mother has tried to keep it a secret and so have I. Only a few Swords know of its existence.”
The turns the book around and skims through the pages again. He stops at a page labeled with text of runes. Ghostwalker looks away for a second before they jumble up and turn into something readable.
It read: [Events]
“Maybe you stumbled here because of this book. Are you seeking anything at the moment? Trying to solve something?”
"I told you I simply wandered in... I did not even know you were here. Or...anything, really. I don't know alot of things, as smart as I am.."
He rubs the back of his neck, slightly anxious. He doesn't want to seem like a bother, but he can't help but feel as if his excuses were sorry. 'I don't know' or 'I didn't know' was a bad excuse in his mind, for him atleast. He was hard on himself.
"That book...it reminds of the witches brew. Very sacred item, very sacred. There's a reason it's kept away. It's...very different from that book though, now that I dwell on the topic."
“Oh yes, I forgot. My apologies”
Ghostwalker keeps going through the page and stops at one. He adjusts his glasses to get a better look. He was trying to see if he was looking at this correctly.
“Oracle…Darkheart predicting the future? We would all be dead! Ha! The amount of power Darkheart would have might even go past Firebrand’s!”
“Thankfully ours was banished along with our BEAST of a brother. How stupid Venomshank was really….your events are quite…tragic…”
"Well, yeah...! They're an oracle.. a rather powerful one too...I think it has something to do with the fact it's physically a part of them, from what Tide told me they're...not supposed to be like that. It's harmful of some sorts..."
He adjusts his own glasses, his gloves getting caught in the chains dangling on the sides, nearly causing them to fall off his face! That would be bad. He doesn't have eyes, without his enchanted glasses he wouldn't be able to see anything.
"Your Darkheart is the one that hurt Illumina & was banished? I am...unfortunately familiar with him. I had to tend to Illumina's wounds. Hopefully he's recovering. I-"
He pause at the mention of his past, before...going silent. He just stands there awkwardly & uncomfortably.
Ghostwalker looks up from the book and closes it. Suddenly uninterested.
“You..tended to his wounds?…”
Why did Ghostwalker look so…pissed? He made the book disappear out of thin air as it did when it appeared. His tail lashed around and his pointed ears lower.
"Yes? He was wounded, &...I'm a doctor. That's my job, my job is to help people. I...I don't understand what's hard to understand about that."
He picked up on his alter's behavior, his anxiety spiking. Shit, did he do something wrong? Was the Illumina he helped a bad person?! What did he do wrong this time??
"Is there...something wrong with that?"
“By Spawn now I have to make precautions! He was supposed to die!”
Ghostwalker starts pulling at his unbroken horn. What does he mean by that? Illumina was supposed to die? Was Ghostwalker in on it? No…
"Were you...hoping he died? Were you in on that whole... were you in on it aswell?"
He grows stiff, furrowing his brows slightly. He was going to play tough, act like a manly man. If his alter was in on that, oh boy. He was still pissed about that. He was seriously hurt!
“In on it? BY SPAWN NO! I’m only following the book!”
He looked up at his alter, still pulling on his horn in frustration.
“THE ONLY GOOD SCENARIO THAT BOOK GAVE ME WAS IF ILLUMINA DIED! If not Darkheart will find a way to come back for more! And it did not give me pretty options for that!”
"Well maybe clarify before you say things like that, I'm pessimistic- sorry!!!"
He was apologizing, but he was raising his voice &...trying to make it sound deeper? He was struggling a little.
"Well- you shouldn't put your faith in some book! Maybe try- accepting different outcomes?? The world where I come from is a whole different outcome!!"
"& this 'fate' bullshit is just- it's stupid!! Like Darkheart, the Darkheart I know was never supposed to suffer the way they did but they DID!! & thats because things happen & you can't change them, it's not gonna lead to the end of the world!!"
“What happens in your world is different here! Fate is our structure! It’s the foundation of a great life! It’s to protect inpherno!”
He walked up to his alter pointed at him while explaining all this. His tail lashing out in anger.
“This book is made of runes! It’s the foundation of a universe! What it says goes! We follow the good scenarios for inpherno! If Darkheart were to figure out about Illumina being alive he will find every way to get out of The Shadow Gardens!”
“Another scenario is that Illumina will step up, trying to free Venomshank and there is a 93% possibility that he might free Darkheart instead! Darkheart could burn down inpherno if he gains the power of a Hata’u…”
He was NOT good at confrontation like this. He wasn't good at anything like this! He was internally panicking & having a crisis, & he honestly didn't know what to say.
"W-well- still! You shouldn't be so dependent on a bunch of runes & a book! Numbers & facts can only get you so far!! I learned that!!"
"Yeah, things are different, really different from where I come from- hell, I'm surprised I'm even the same person as some of these other versions, but that doesn't matter! Change is necessary, unpredictability & chaos is necessary in order for things to progress!!"
He felt like he was talking to Firebrand, & that was...pissing him off. Change is necessary, that man never accepted it...
“This. Is my job. The runes book was created to help us! To protect inpherno with scenarios were are given! The runes are what Inpherno needs!”
“I don’t mind change. I accept it but when it comes to the book’s predictions it has the final word! Heck! Even if it comes to Illumina, Darkheart, Firebrand or even myself dying to keep this world alive, then so be it.”
"You're going to just follow directions your whole existence? Be willing to throw everything away if some- if some book tells you to?!"
He was genuinely getting upset. His alter sounded...so much like Firebrand. & Firebrand pissed him off so much.
"You're the deity!! You're the grim reaper for fucks sake, you shouldn't have to be doing EXACTLY what is predicted- you shouldn't let rules take over your life!! Change is NECESSARY!"
"It's not hard, it's REALLY not. You don't have to micromanage fucking everything because some- some STUPID fucking book told you things had to be a certain way!! It'll dictate your whole life & existence!"
“WITHOUT RULES LIFE IS A MESS! Why should I be like those mortals who don’t live life like everyone else!?”
He grabbed his head and started to pull his hair. He was extremely frustrated to the point he was hurting himself.
“If only Mother would let me study outside of its knowledge! Mother says I will go insane if I do but I don’t care! Illumina believes everyone has a purpose! If that is true, this is mine!”
