[a heart.]

[antreegonist]

There's a moment of nothing but light and sensation. Someone's looking you over and the scrutiny prickles and burns – it's nearly a physical pain, like fine little hooks digging past your skin, into the very meat of you. I know who you are, it says, and I know what you are, and that you don't have any business here --

“But you do,” says Mithos behind you. He's a tired, steady voice in your ear, a light hand on your shoulder. “I don't know what Dream's thinking, but everyone is welcome here in my heart; just keep in mind it's a real mess right now.”

Your vision clears.

((assume your characters wandered in here through a dream. also join #ihateyouihateyouiwanttocuddle on irc if you can!))

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[past - mind]

[antreegonist]

This door leads out to . . . is this a cliff? The lip of a sunlit cliff . . . there's something huge nearby, something that looks like a softly glowing lotus flower with every petal wrought of pink-white crystal, hovering gently in the air. Down below is a broad plain; there are two large companies of soldiers squared off out there in perfect formation, banners flying. One side's in white, one side's in blue: Sylvarant and Tethe'alla.

A small party of figures is making its way slowly towards you from below, about halfway up the cliff path; you can recognize Mithos, and possibly Yuan and Kratos and Martel with him. The other six figures with them are unfamiliar, but three are in white and three are in blue.

(There's a glass box in the shadow of the giant flower thing, upturned and leaking dark liquid.)

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[gravitysrainbow]

[everything about this except Mithos is unfamiliar

oh and the box

maybe... maybe I should go close that box]

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[antreegonist]

A hand reaches out from the flower thing and grabs your wrist.

"No."

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[gravitysrainbow]

... No?

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[antreegonist]

"What's the use...?"

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[gravitysrainbow]

... To stop gross black stuff from getting all over your heart. Um. I think.

...

Please don't stab me.

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[antreegonist]

"I'm not going to stab you. There's no point to that either. Anyway, he has the sword."

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[unionoftheheart]

...oh, wow...

[BOX :U bracing himself and reaching to fix that, yeah]

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[antreegonist]

A hand -- Mithos's -- reaches out of the flower thing and grabs your wrist.

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[unionoftheheart]

[startling a little]

...Mithos?

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[antreegonist]

"Don't do that."

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[unionoftheheart]

[does he sound angry]

...why not? I saw something like this somewhere else...it's hurting you.

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[antreegonist]

He sounds neutral.

"So? What's the point . . .?"

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[oneknightstands]

[giving the approaching party a passing glance before making for that box]

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[antreegonist]

Mithos's hand reaches out of the flower; he grabs your wrist.

"No..."

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[oneknightstands]

[pauses, looking up at the flower]

Why would you have me leave it as it is?

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[antreegonist]

The narrator would have you know she misread your icon keyword as your actual comment for a minute there.

"There's no point to it."

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[oneknightstands]

[ooh commandant yggdrasil?!]

What spurred them on may not change, but that does not mean that you should allow it to stain your other memories and feelings.

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[antreegonist]

At ease, soldier.

"It wasn't just this . . . we tried, and tried, and we were betrayed at every turn. I don't have it in me to try anymore . . ."

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[brotagonist]

[—oh no oh no. r-reaches for the box D8]

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[antreegonist]

Mithos's hand reaches out from the Great Seed, and grabs your wrist.

"No."

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[brotagonist]

What? Mithos—

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[antreegonist]

"It's no use..."

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[brotagonist]

Of course it's a use. . .! It's not like you want to see that again either!

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[antreegonist]

"So what . . .? What does it matter what I want or don't want, anymore . . ."