pc: eupha

[spiritbalm]

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WEEKEND 0 - SATURDAY

[spiritbalm]

[ heyo. anders has changed back into his clothes from home, and now resembles a giant, bedraggled crow.

he will just be sort of ... wandering aimlessly outside, because he keeps stopping outside of the buildings and then clearly chickening out of going inside. it all feels deeply uncomfortable.

he does do a double-take at the three eyes though. i see. she really sees. ]

[trifocal]

[ Yay for having clothes. Eupha sees him do a double-take at her and offers what is hopefully a reassuring smile. ]

Um, good day! [ looks between him and the nearest building... ] Is something troubling you, sir?

[spiritbalm]

No.

[ this is such a bold fashion take. ]

... Can you see out of it?

[trifocal]

Er... my third eye, do you mean?

[ what an awkward way to ask that. but she doesn't look like she's judging him that much. ]

Normally, I can, but at the moment, it seems I can't see anything through it.

W1 - MONDAY

[spiritbalm]

[ he's had a Long Day and is now just. hiding out in the library. old habits. but he hasn't got a good book or anything, it seems like it's just ... trashy romance. in fact it's this and he seems pretty invested. ]

[trifocal]

[ eupha sees him and comes over to greet him politely. she has these kinds of wings under her cloak. ]

Oh, Mister Anders... Did you find something of interest?

[spiritbalm]

[ every time i see this gif i have to watch it for like five minutes it's so hyponotic

he will ... gently put down the book cover down. is eupha old enough for this. ]

I figured if we're dead, I had time to read whatever I wanted instead of something ... um. Helpful.

[trifocal]

So it is pleasure-reading? I think I understand.

[ a glance at the cover, and she smiles. ]

Romance does seem to be a very popular topic, as of late!

[ she says like this man didn't just go through every stage of it on the mingle in front of Axolotl God and everyone. ]

Week 1, Sunday

[trifocal]

[ some time after the expulsion, eupha will come find anders wherever he is. ]

Are you... yourself again?

[ her tone is gentle, as she looks to see how he's doing. ]

[spiritbalm]

[ he'll be in the mansion common room, doing his best to clean up - he's not bothering to hide really. burns run aross his arms and hands - both ice and fire, and a few specks on his face. and there's the various bruises from being bashed around, with deep dark raccoon eye bruises from his nose being broken yesterday. not to mention the deep, red strangulation marks.

looking over when she addresses him, and then nodding. ]

I am always myself, even when it's the other guy. [ he gets what she's asking though. are you not crazy right now. ] But yes.

[trifocal]

[ hm. ]

... Would you like something cold, for...

[ she looks like she's not sure which injury to offer it for, her gaze shifting up and down, between the bruised face, burned arms, and everything else. ]

[spiritbalm]

[ he's too numb and tired to really summon the energy to be stubborn about offered help so ... ]

I should make sure the injury at my neck doesn't swell. It might not be a bad idea. I can walk with you.

Week 3, Tuesday

[trifocal]

[ What's up. We probably didn't mean to meet in the funhouse. ]

... This is still happening?

[ Yep. Which means we see a memory:

Accompanied by near-strangers, you make your way through the temple. Past the halls of weathered stone, you pass through a gray-walled jungle shrouded in vines and grass and bits of debris that litter the floor, following a path on the ground where footsteps have worn away the foliage. This, you know, is the path that other priestesses have walked on their pilgrimages.

At last, the final door is in sight. Beyond it is the altar where the Dragon God should lie dormant in its vessel. Here, you will perform the ritual. You will take the vessel, release the dragon from it, and offer your very life to it.

Once the sacrifice is complete, the village will be saved. However...

( ... also, if you notice little floating particles in the air? You can 100% see them. They are everywhere. ) ]

[spiritbalm]

[ I HAVE QUESTIONS

but firstly the particles are actually quite pretty. he assumes this might be the magla she'd spoken of before, and he's a little fascinated with that-- but first. ]

Should we talk about the dragon sacrifice? Or the part where you are taken over by a spirit?

[trifocal]

A spirit? Ah. Well...

[ close. she did happen to think of this, when she learned of anders's own spirit possession. ]

That was an Archetype, a sort of ancient magic that allows one to transform into the embodiment of a heroic virtue. The shapes they take and the powers they wield align with ancient heroes of legend. It seems I awakened to such a power in that moment.

[spiritbalm]

So it is something like Justice.

[ well. it's probably a little different. less bloodthirsty, possibly. ]

They truly expected you to sacrifice yourself?

W4 - MONDAY

[spiritbalm]

[ so we have a new beautiful location full of candy! but anders can actually be found wander the fair grounds from last week. it's all cleaned up now of course, but he's poking at this and looking very concentrated. ]

[trifocal]

[ sure, we can be at the fair! eupha's emotional state is generally one of calmness, but there is some curiosity that bubbles to the surface when she sees him. ]

Are you looking for something?

[spiritbalm]

[ turning around, frowning. ]

... It feels unfinished. If we cannot solve what happened this past week, it is likely to happen again.

Week 6, Monday

[trifocal]

[ eupha can be found at the misfortune teller! she's looking around with curiosity at the crystals and tarot cards. ]

What is this place...?

[ a chao is holding out a plate of fortune cookies to them. ]

Oh, they have snacks here?

[spiritbalm]

[ he'll take one.

]

Hm. Well.

[ at least he has a lucky number now. ]

At least it's accurate enough ... ?

[trifocal]

[ looking over from where she just bit into hers without realizing and is now trying to chew around a slip of paper. ]

Mmffp??

[ It's paper?? ]

Week 7, Wednesday

[trifocal]

So that was "God" in his true form...

He was quite different from what I imagined.

[ but she says this with a little smile. ]

[spiritbalm]

Yes, apparently everyone with divine power around here is some sort of teenager.

[ there's something distressing about that. but he's mostly joking too. it's fine. ]

It isn't what I expected, but then again, I don't know what I expected.

[trifocal]

[ she laughs a little... ]

I cannot imagine my god simply revealing itself to a crowd like that, and then taking questions. I am glad he has been so approachable.