#vesselofthefire

[abyssel]

@vesselofthefire​:     “Do you ever pray?”     /  james baldwin prompts

i know bugs who pray.  i’ve evidence to prove it, tucked within my cloak.  idols to sell to the bug in that crying capitol.  each one unique, tailored to their liking.  images of the king --- my father.  i know the power of prayer, the rage when it ceases.  the moths, their creator, and the one that remains.  the one that seeks attunement to the gods, the world she’s created squatting in her mind, all done to pray.

i am older than my shell suggests, or rather, something within me is.  it was once prayed to.  but it does not pray.  i do not pray.

what good would prayer do for me, one that this kingdom’s self-proclaimed god damned from inception?  i could not devote myself to the other, the light, for it has damned my sibling too.  i am not of the green one’s dreams, and my mother has diminished any element of herself worth praying to.

then this troupe arrived.  manifested nightmare in the form of scarlet flame.  more light.  a consequence of my own curiosity.  i do not mind these interlopers, as wary as the rest of dirtmouth seems to be of them.  though if he is asking of prayer, perhaps they're right to be.

not to gods,   i sign.  my hand notes each letter carefully: g, o, d, s...  lest that seeker berate me further.   not anything,   i assure.

i have hopes, wishes even.  but those are different, aren’t they?  a hope to see a warrior again as she treks beyond these lands, a wish one is happy after leaving so suddenly.  

ritual---   it seems an obvious correlation in this moment   ---is that your prayer?  the dance...  did we pray then?

[driftermagician]

Carnival

Closed thread with @vesselofthefire​

{ ♠ - It was supposed to be a normal day. A day that was as mundane to him as could be. Just get up, find the cells, maybe meet up with Guardian in the field, and continue to take down Judgement. But that’s not what happened. There was something wrong, Magician could feel it as he went from the apartment. Guardian had left much earlier in the morning, a note was left on the worktable. }

{ ♠ - Magician didn’t read it, but had he then he would’ve known that something was wrong. That Guardian had heard strange sounds early in the morning when he got up and, inevitably, pushed the blue-skin off of his chest. }

{ ♠ - The world looked normal, the citizens cast their hateful glances his way, but the air felt electrified. Time almost felt as though it was ticking in slow motion, yet everything else moved fluidly. The HUD reassured that everything was normal but in the end the companion was a small robot, floating beside him, and couldn’t feel what he was feeling. }

{ ♠ - Without any solid proof that something was off, however, Magi went out into the field. He had monsters to kill and cells to deactivate. Guardian couldn’t possibly defeat Judgement on his own, so he has to do it too. So off he went, into the North where the snow would get into every crevice and make his lungs ache and head hurt. }

{ ♠ - When he returned home, the reaffirmation of what he felt returned. He had forgotten about the mysterious morning up until this point. The lights in the town were off, night had permeated every crevice, save for the town’s center. The entrance to the abyss glowed, sure, but there was a red and yellow light beside it. Faint music echoed from beside it and that’s what really tipped Magician off. }

{ ♠ - He approached only to find... he was correct. This circus was not here, in fact he didn’t even know what a circus was. He just knew this was a travelling show, he had never been to one prior so he found himself a lot more confused than he’d prefer. }

{ ♠ - Approaching carefully, despite the townsfolk obvious reproach, Magi investigated the tents curiously. }

{ ♦️ - ❝Hello? Is anyone here?❞ }