[a heart field trip]

[antreegonist]

*you're back on the island of Mithos's heart, on the dirt path through the meadow. the sky's still clouded and glassy, but it's no longer storming: you've arrived in the middle of a sunshower.

the freestanding door is there in its pool. the surrounding fog has thinned to translucence -- you can see a couple of large, four-legged shapes moving in it.*

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[brotagonist]

[...tries to get the Eternal Sword out of the table...]

[antreegonist]

*there's nothing but a mild, patient, empty feeling. whatever memory belongs to this, it hasn't been earned back yet.

you may pull it out of the table, with considerable effort.*

[brotagonist]

[hefts it. :\a in my memories, I wield you, sword.

...tries the other door.]

[antreegonist]

*it doesn't settle as well in your hand as it did in your memories; this is the Sword in its past, after all. water has also begun to seep slowly up from the floortiles.

the other door opens onto the ground floor of a near-identical tower. it's very dim and difficult to see. feelings linger in the air here: a deep sense of something wrong, something broken -- lingering hints of rage. it feels like someone's just screamed in agony and you're waiting for the echoes to come back. it's utterly silent, though.

a round table is set in the middle of the floor. a set of scales has been knocked off it and lies askew on the ground.

no light comes through the stained-glass windows. you cannot see what is at the top of the stair.*

[brotagonist]

[...]

[lays the sword down on the table to reach and try to pick up the scales.]

[antreegonist]

*when you lay the Sword down, water begins to seep from the floortiles in this tower too.

. . . the scales contain the part of this memory that involves actually breaking the world; the part about sealing Origin is not included. the emotions in it are very blunted, shielded to protect you . . . but the sensory overload is more than enough to knock you out.*

[brotagonist]

[well. I hope the water doesn't rise too much while I'm out or I'm in trouble.]

[antreegonist]

*it doesn't. you wake up sprawled with your arm stretched towards the scales, but there's only a thin layer of water and you managed not to land in it facefirst.

you are in a lot of pain.*

[brotagonist]

[I don't like that D|]

[antreegonist]

*what's to like, really. after a few more minutes it eases off enough that you can move, if with some difficulty.*

[brotagonist]

[...staying put for a while... is the water still rising... =_=]

[antreegonist]

*nope.*

[brotagonist]

[okay. that's fine then.



eeeeventually manages to lever himself to a sitting position, and see if he can't work his swords under either side of the scale to pick it up without touching it.]

[antreegonist]

*you can do that, yes.*

[brotagonist]

[gets up and puts it on the table!!]

[antreegonist]

*it sways crazily, never settling; the air feels tight and stretched, and the ground begins to tremble faintly.*

[brotagonist]

[...puts it back on the ground... :[a]

[antreegonist]

*it continues to sway, but the ground stops shaking.*

[brotagonist]

...where's it supposed to go if not on the table?

[takes an uneasy look at the water on the floor, finally]

[antreegonist]

*the water seems confined to this tower; the water in the lit tower is gone. if you touch it it feels like cool purpose.*

[brotagonist]

[well I was laying in it, so I assume I touched it, yes. looks around the dark tower unhappily.]

That's the nicest thing in here...

[antreegonist]

*:|a*

[brotagonist]

[...yeah I'm not sure what else to do with this... goes to look at the stairs]

[antreegonist]

*they are much the same as in the lit tower, and so are the windows -- just lightless.*

[brotagonist]

[climbs them and touches the door hesitantly]