Steadily losing feeling everywhere as her sister fledgling friend fists hit you with furious weight and intention behind them, strength failing, unable to even crawl, not that you are even trying to escape anymore.
It ends numb.
An ache in your chest still water blood fading after one last spike as you hear them say Goldsmith would be proud, more to themself than to you, but it to fades like everything else.
It ends numb.
Black taking over your vision, ears muffled like your drowning again, relief a faint fog as you fall, dying dead like you should have long ago.
It's over.
You're done.
.
.
.
There's faint birdsong and rippling of water, fading in like a bad dream. You blink, color and light bleeding into bright sunlight that burns after the dark, but is warm and gentle in a way you couldn't remember.
You're standing on a too familiar beach, a tower you know well rising from a lake.
You take breath, chest rising and falling steady, burning when you try and stop like you need air. There's pounding in your chest so loud in your ears, a rush you never noticed but can't not now.
No.
You turn, slowly, taking in the untouched land, sand smooth of footprints and blood, trees standing tall, not burnt stumps and logs.
No. This can't-
Just barely out of sight lays the beacon, color bleached of red or gold, plain like the butter tofu you once joked it was.
You remember this.
Your body breathes in, unable to hold it anymore, your heart beating so loud in your chest, warm in the way you havenât been in ages, pain spiking as you collapse, tears stinging your eyes as you take in your hands, pink alive and free of black claws.
âMY FELLOW SOLDIER WILL TELL YOU I'M A TERRIBLE SHOT.â we know burr
âI DIDNT MEAN TO KILL HIMâ we know burr
âI TRIED TO GET TO HIM BUT I WAS USHERED AWAY.â at this point just kiss, maybe thatâll break the loop
âHE WAS ROWED ACROSS THE HUDSON.â bouta be rowed over my balls
âI GET A DRINK.â ok alcoholic much
âI HEAR HE DIED WITH ANGELICA AND ELIZA BY HIS SIDE.â His two bad bitches at his side
âSOMETHING FEELS OFF ABOUT THIS.â BURR YOU ARE IN A TIME LOOP I NEED YOU TO TRY AND REMEMBER EACH DAY AND SEE IF YOU CAN BREAK OUT
âLIKE THE WORLD IS WAITING FOR SOMETHING.â yeah it is
âMAYBE IT IS SIMPLY THE FACT HE IS DEAD.â that isnât it twin..
âI NEED TO HIDE.â hide from what? The public?
-đĽ
Youâre insane.
A time loop? Fiction. Pure fiction. This is the the first time I have lived this day. I donât remember any other days like this one. Are you seeing things? Hearing things? Go find a doctor, please.
The favor Tree looms above you. You slowly walk closer to the trunk, where you can see some leaves you can grab. You need a leaf to ask the favor tree something after all...
You look around for a leaf you like, and think. Asking for a favor from a higher power like a big tree sounds pretty close to a wish you think. A wish, a wish...
You don't want to wish to just save Vaugarde, you're sure the tree has gotten more then enough of those types of wishes, but you shouldn't wish for something as big either, it be rude. Something small, then! Something simple, ...Something nice.
...
Four things instantly come to mind, but... you should only pick one right? It be rude to do all four, yet you struggle to just pick one. You look down at the leaf you choose; would it be ok to be greedy, to wish for all four things? You've traveled with all of them! Learnt so much about each of them to.
You'd like to keep traveling with them, to join Mirabelle on her pilgrimage, to see her grow and change even more. Maybe one day you'd actually see her be happy with herself. She was the one who brought you all together! Even if it because Vaugarde was getting frozen... Yet you all keep eachother going, keeping this journey as enjoyable as it could be.
Honestly a lot of that is thanks to Isabeau! He's good at keep morale high, and you enjoy being around him! You think to what he had mentioned earlier... you'd like to wear some clothing he makes. The fact he even shared that with you, it's special, it means he trust you. Plus it's nice to know they they consider you to be close to them, even if.. this is the last time you'll ever meet.
Then there's Odile; She's told you all quite a bit about Ka Bue, and you love to see it with her someday. Plus it means you can stay with at least her for a little bit longer, and it's not like you mind seeing all these new places either. You enjoy odile company, it's nice for the both of you to just chill with eachother in silence. You to just seem to understand eachother in a way you can't explain.
And finally there's Bonnie, and thier sister. As much as they seem to hate you right now, you'd still want to see them reunite with thier sister; you want to see them be happy. You'd love to meet thier sister as well, to share stories of thier travels with them. You also like to try an repair whatever you did wrong, whatever made them hate you so much. To just... make them laugh again.
You smile a bit... surely it's ok to be greedy, at least this once. Why couldn't all of you just stay together... You look down at the leaf you grabbed, taking a deep breath before breathing in your wishes.
A wish... for each one of them.
Thank you for Mun and Noah for helping me with this!
All right, let's get back at it. After a few days of The Horrors, we return to a silly little game that hasn't subjected us to the horrors quite yet. Very polite of it. The Fatigue is kicking our ass enough that this may be short, but we're still alive, and that's something to celebrate.
(Part 3 is here)
This is, like, a really funny thing to get as the first message of the day. Just really doing another one-message thread. Sorry, folks, it was the demo again. Secret second one.
Obviously, this is a joke of some variety, but it does make us wonder... how do names work here, exactly? Almost all of the characters we've seen so far from Vaugarde have had names with a similar "NPC" naming scheme - save for Mirabelle. Are we meant to read these as the characters' actual names, or are they a title that simply serves in place of a name? Do you have a "public name" which matches your passions, and a "private name" for home, and this kid has another name that they'd use in other situations with their friends, or do you simply change your name depending on your current post in life, and Mirabelle just hasn't swapped hers to something of the like? Do they answer this later?
...are we actually on the right track with the public/just for friends division?
(Bonnie had been cooking ever since they woke up not so bright and very early in the morning. More specifically, before sunrise. They were tired, to say the least, but they needed to keep cooking, to keep preparing snacks. It was the only thing they could really do to help.)
(They werenât doing great. Teaspoons and table spoons were mixed up, salt instead of sugar, not letting the dough sit. Bonnie just kept messing up. At this rate, they wouldnât have enough snacks to make it through the house. And it would be all their fault for making these dumb mistakes. Stupid, stupid, stupid.)
(Bonnie rubbed their eyes with flour covered fists, a yawn escaping them. They really didnât want to take a nap and waste precious cooking time, but maybe just sitting down for a few minutes might help.)
(They washed their small hands, leaving out the ingredients. There wasnât any point in putting them away yet. They were just going to take a small break, then get right back to cooking.)
(Bonnie sunk into one of the chairs inside the clock tower, yawning once more. Their eyelids felt heavy, and they aloud themselves to close them. Resting their eyes was fine. They were starting to burn whenever they had them open.)
(The original planned few minute eye break was extended. The kid was completely out. Mouth wide open, arms sprawled out across the chair, Bonnie finally slept.)
(Even if it was just a short nap only an hour long, it was needed. The combination of stress and early awakening was draining, especially for a grown kid.)Â
Good afternoon!
Were you taking a nap?
You're ridiculous, SiffrinâŚ
But I suppose you needed your rest, huh?
(Negh⌠too sleepyâŚ)
(Sleep is a cuddly kitten on your lap.)
(You don't dare move.)
âŚYou're still half asleep, aren't you?
(Mmm⌠maybe!)
Hm, okay, thenâŚ
Sleep as much as you need.
But if you want to rest in a bed,
find me in town, and I'll show you where we're staying.
Does that sound okay?
(You yawn, waving her off.)
(Urgh, you were sleeping so well before, too.)
(âŚYou're not going to be able to sleep again, like this.)
(Reluctantly, you force yourself up on your feet.)
(Wake up, Siffrin. You have a world to save.)
