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    As she listened to what her aunt had to say, Cosmos thought that Alisa Kingsleigh is an amazing woman.

    Giving her eyes up in order to gain the means to appear to her family when they are at risk... To appear like a guardian angel (which she supposed explain the white feathers). Not to mention that meant her aunt had been able to hear God like prophets of old, and to be offered something like this... Is it not wrong to say that this is a "miracle" granted by God for her Aunt?

    And to think she felt betrayed by such an amazing woman, when she's not even half the person her aunt is...

    How prideful and conceited she was.

    But that aside...

    "P-please wait a moment auntie." She finally said after Alisa had finished speaking. "I... I'm not sure I follow. I mean, if you and mother weren't really killed, then of course I'm happy, but... Why would the culprit do that? What could they gain from making it seems like you and mother died?"

    Indeed, believing in this claim isn't actually so hard or impossible; after all, the Man of Light did say something to that effect, didn't he? Whether she's really sure that they both had died, or whether she had instantly collapsed without really confirming it...

    But Cosmos couldn't fathom the why, or how.

    "I-I mean... It's one thing for me or Alyx to miss it, because we were too shocked, but... If it only seems like you and mother died, then-then how could nobody else notice it?" She asked with trembling voice. "The angels were there, and strong, capable tamers like Isaac were there too... Even a NWAB member like Mister Daniel was there, investigating, so shouldn't they have noticed if you and mother didn't really die?"

    Really, this almost makes it seems like she doesn't want her aunt and mother to be alive, but...

    She just couldn't help it...

    "And-and auntie makes it sounds like doing... all this is easier than actually killing you and mother, but... isn't pulling something like this is significantly harder and more complicated? Pulling off something convincing enough to fool everyone making sure nobody sees the deed, and... and, what about the c-corpse that we saw? Were those fake? If so, then where are the real mother and auntie? But if-if those were real, then why not actually kill than just..."

    Oh God, she's starting to hyperventilate again... Another panic attack...

    'Deep breaths Cosmos, deep breaths. There is no need to hurry to make sense of all this.'

    Right... Right, deep breaths... Inhale, then exhale slowly... methodically... Focus on the warmth and presence of auntie's hand on her shoulder...

    'Disregard those inquiries and lines of thought for now until Alisa answers them. Regardless of the logic or feat needed to pull it off, focus on the fact that Mary might still be alive.'

    Mother...

    Yes, mother might still be alive. That's a wonderful news, and that means she doesn't have to look for a way to resurrect her, but--

    'But if you have to think of a problem, if you want to focus on something negative... Rather than the circumstances Alisa and Mary found themselves in, why not focus on the bigger picture?'

    The bigger picture...

    "A-auntie, I... I'm sorry, I'm rambling and asking all these questions, but I..."

    Right, deep breaths. Deep breaths.

    Closing her eyes to do just that for a minute, Cosmos opened her eyes and looked at Alisa after she found herself calm enough to do so.

    "... All that aside, the one thing I don't understand the most is... that you said this is all just a bad dream. A nightmare in the literal sense."

    Indeed. Seemingly killing her aunt and mother, as hard, impossible and baffling as it seemingly was, could at least be understood to an extent; one thing that she thought of was that it was done to affect cognition in some form.

    But the thing aunt Alisa said at the end is too strange and bizarre, she couldn't wrap her head around it.

    "If... If this is all just a bad dream, a nightmare, then... Then how could I met people like Mister Daniel or Miss Sofia? Or JESTER, for that matter?"

    As much as she wanted all of this to be a bad dream, she really doubted that was the case.

    But then again, as she waited for her aunt to answer, a memory flashed through her mind.

    Quote Originally Posted by Man of Light
    "Did you truly look at what happened that day? Or did you simply collapse the moment you saw one of your worst nightmares?"
    The Man of Light did say something similar, didn't he...?
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    Quote Originally Posted by Cosmos
    "If... If this is all just a bad dream, a nightmare, then... Then how could I met people like Mister Daniel or Miss Sofia? Or JESTER, for that matter?"
    "How?"

    ---At the end of the rain of the questions, her hand squeezes your shoulder in a reassuring sort of way, parental, like...

    'It's going to be okay. You're going to be okay.'


    ...She was saying that, without actually saying it aloud, instead...

    "That's a simple one, it's because they are asleep as well... There's nothing saying one cannot meet others in a dream, indeed, it's something that happens quite often, even if we don't always remember it."

    She smiles softly.

    "This one just happens to be a dream shared by everyone, one so real that it can be accepted as real, and thus, serve all the functions of reality. It is the tool with which this World sought to save others from the depths of their despair, and in so doing, reclaim a future that was otherwise lost."

    ---A bit poetic, although the way she closes one eye as she says it makes it clear even she thinks it's a bit of a dorky thing for her to say, still...

    "But make no mistake... This World is a dream, but that does not mean it shouldn't be taken seriously."

    At this, her voice grows more stern again, as if it was entirely necessary that you understand this concept in particular...

    "A number of dangers lurk in the subconscious... That thing, JESTER, is one of them. I do not know it's true face... But it is a thing of fantasy, a being of the unconscious that is willing to do whatever it must to exist, to that end... It and those like it conspire to make this dream eternal, although whether that is their own will or that of another... I cannot say."

    She shakes her head, and then...

    Smiles apologetically once more.

    "This World is our tool to avert a cruel fate, but to them, as beings who rule over Dreams, it is a place where they have incredible power. It is not unlimited power, there are rules even they have to follow, although those rules aren't quite clear to me in this form..."

    Her hand squeezes your shoulder again, tightly, but still in a reassuring way.

    "There are things we must do here before we can all awaken safely, but they will not want us to awaken for if we do they return to nothing... And thus, they have already set up the trap that will bind all of us to this place. In a sense... It has already gone off, there is no turning it aside now."

    She kneels down slightly, so that the two of you are eye to eye.

    "It will be pacification. They will make it so no one wants to leave. They know desires just as well as they do traumas, so they will grant every wish, every desire, give people the things they think they can't get in the World... Impossibilities... Miracles... They'll make a paradise and attempt to seduce us with it. An opponent that does not wish to fight is not only already defeated after all, it is an opponent that might just become an ally to them, take their side, decide that this dream is better than the reality. That is the trap they've laid out for us, the one that is already coming to life even as we speak."

    ---Around you both, the feathers begin to fall faster, just a bit.

    "It may seem like a perfect world... But there is always a price, even if it's not apparent at a glance."

    Again, she squeezes your shoulder.

    "So when it happens, you will want to find a way to head to the North Pole. They won't be able to erase what exists there, not yet."

    ---At this she pauses, the usually jovial aunt perhaps realizing that she had been far too serious, far too somber, over the course of this whole conversation and...

    "...The World might make it difficult, people will come up with reasons why you shouldn't and even your mother and I might be against it... But cheat if you have to, use puppy-dog eyes without shame, I don't think we could really say no to that..."

    She chuckles.

    "Never could, not really."

    Then...

    "As for your earlier questions... About why the culprit might make it seem like we died, well... It shook up the town, broke their sense of reality... Yes... I'm sure quite a few people were thinking this has to be a bad dream, that it couldn't be real, and by having those thoughts... They were able to slowly invade the 'reality' of the Dream through those people, morphing it into something they could control, or at least... That is my assumption for the motive, I cannot say for certain, even as I am... My vision is... Strange like this, uncomfortable at times, like trying to describe a fourth-dimensional space..."

    ...A strange undercurrent of emotion appears here, but she suppresses it rather well, so well that you're not certain what it was at all...

    "But there are ways to explain our disappearance away... Trying to fight your mother and I isn't something they'd want, there's too big a risk they'd lose and they're not the type to pick losing fights... But luring us away from the city perhaps, or waiting until we left on our own for some reason..."

    ---They're just musings.

    In the end she has no way of actually telling if this is the truth or not, but she does reason her way through it...

    "The souls were removed from the bodies, completely removed, so no traces of our reiki would be present... Because of that, no spiritual signatures... Normal methods of fool-proof identification go out the window right there, making clone bodies is well within the power of something like JESTER... But then again..."

    A pause.

    A deep pause, an almost regretful one, before-

    "...It's not an impossibility that the organization is compromised either, so maybe someone on the inside had something to do with it? I don't like pointing fingers into our organization, but impossible desires being fulfilled can be a powerful motivator..."

    -She says that with a sigh.

    "...But that's all just my musings on the matter, I can say nothing for certain I'm afraid..."
    Last edited by Airen; June 14th, 2021 at 10:28 PM.
    Spoiler:
    Death is nothing but a disease.
    But it is one that often comes from all sides.
    An end like that is coming, and yet here you are.

    Tell me.

    Could you kill someone you love for the sake of everyone else?


    What a cynical worldview, Messiah.
    Real heroes would find a different answer.


    Right, right.
    The power to break through a sad reality—
    I wonder—

    Will they be able to show it to me?



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    --It's strange.

    What Alisa had just explained at length isn't really something that can so easily be digested. The scope and the reality of the situation, that this is all just a 'dream' so real and shared by everyone that it's practically reality, beings of the subconscious that seeks to make this 'dream' eternal because they gain power in it, and that this is a way to avert something bad in the real world...

    It's outrageous, really.

    And yet strangely enough...

    Cosmos Fairchild found herself readily believing what her aunt had said.

    Not only that, her panic attack died down as she listened, her breathing calming down and eventually evened out as the reassuring hand of her aunt rests on her shoulder, telling her that she'll be fine. That everything is going to be okay.

    And she believes that, too.

    Some might have find it strange, but the reason why Cosmos Fairchild finally became calm and composed is extremely simple; there are three main problems that caused Cosmos Fairchild to crumble in the past week.

    The first and biggest factor is, of course, the death of her mother and aunt, her small world falling apart.

    The second is her lack of confidence in herself which has spiraled into self-loathing, believing that she's the cause of all this in one way or another.

    The third, the fear and belief that she had never been truly loved.

    And yet, whether Alisa Kingsleigh realized it or not, she had put those fears and problems to a rest in the span of a single conversation.

    The first and biggest - that of her small world unravelling - was laid to rest with the revelation that her mother and aunt might not have been killed in the first place. It's not certain, but the possibility is there, and even if that's not the case... Even if her mother and aunt had truly 'died,' it still happened in the dream; in other words, as long as she managed to accomplish the thing this dream is supposed to do, then they all can wake up, and her family will be there waiting for her in the real world.

    Of course, it might be naive of her to think that way. After all, the reason why they are all in a dream in the first place is because the real world has lost its future; in fact, there is a possibility that reality is much crueler than this dream and nightmare, not to mention Alisa warned her that despite being a 'dream,' it should still be taken seriously.

    But even so...

    Cosmos Fairchild chose to believe.

    Her second problem was dealt with by giving her a clear mission and objective: to go to the North Pole. The reason why she lacked self-confidence is, in part, because she saw her mother and aunt as being perfect, and clearly aware of her own shortcomings and limitations - believing that she could never live up to their example - Cosmos became fearful of speaking up, of doing something new, of taking up a bigger responsibility that might put her in the spotlight, because she knew she won't live up to the standards and expectations that she had set for herself. She became a recluse, doing a routine that she knew is safe, where she won't fail or screw up and thus bring shame or consequences to her mother...

    In contrast, Alyx was her polar opposite. Going out of the Vatican, doing missions, becoming reliable enough that she became her mother's bodyguard, usually following wherever her mother is going; eventually, whenever her mother needs help, or whenever there's something that must be done, it's always Alyx's name that's called, and not her own.

    How could she stayed confident in herself after seeing that for years? What had she done in the past ten years, compared to what Alyx, her mother, or her aunt had done?

    But now... now she had seen that her mother and aunt are not perfect, and Aunt Alisa is entrusting her with a mission most important. One that people might not even realize needs to be done, even though she had never proven herself to warrant this trust...

    Go to the North Pole.

    Such a thing managed to burn her spirit, lit something up in her soul.

    Lastly, the belief that she had never been loved was broken with her aunt's appearance and a few simple words.

    Quote Originally Posted by Aunt Alisa
    "...Use puppy-dog eyes without shame, I don't think we could really say no to that... Never could, not really.
    It reminded her back to the day where it all started, the day where Mister Kenji was visiting.

    She had never really voiced her more mundane, everyday concerns to her mother, not wanting to burden her when Mary is already so busy, but that day, when she voiced her want to be the guide instead of Alyx... Her mother had granted her that desire with a smile. And of course, whenever she asked for trivial things like hugs, or to sleep together, or to be sung a lullaby, her mother always tried her best to fulfill those too when she asked.

    Like Illia always said, her mother is not perfect, and perhaps Mary simply doesn't know what she wanted or need without her saying it, because whenever she asked her mother for something, Mary had never said no.

    Cosmos couldn't believe that she managed to forgot such a thing.

    And if that's the case, then...

    Just like how she's always scared to show some of her uglier, less-desirable side to Mary, then perhaps the reason why she had never known her mother's imperfections was because Mary thought the same thing... Always wanting to show her best, not wanting to appear as less than perfect...

    The thought that she shared such a similarity with her mother brought warmth to Cosmos' heart.

    She'd need to have a long talk with her mother, to be truthful and honest, to reconnect their feelings and truly get to know each other better, but that... That can wait, for now.

    There's something that she must do first.



    "Thank you, auntie... Thank you for telling me all this."

    --A genuine smile, one that she used to wear whenever they had their morning tea time in the past.

    "I understand. Everything is going to be okay... God won't give someone a trial they can't overcome."

    And how could she forget about The Lord? Everything that had happened up to this point... All the pain and suffering that she felt, everything has led her to this moment, where her aunt has appeared before her. Where her problems are addressed and laid to rest, even if not completely.

    God hasn't abandoned her.

    In her heart, Cosmos silently praised the Almighty God and asked for His forgiveness for wavering in her faith and belief.

    "So... Is there something specific that I need to do in the North Pole auntie? Dangers I should be aware of?" Cosmos asked, noticing the feathers are falling faster, an indication that time is running out. "And regardless of how I'd get there... Could I tell everything I learned here to Miss Sofia and Mister Daniel?"

    There's no doubt or hesitation in her voice now; Cosmos Fairchild had set her mind to accomplish this task, however improbable or hard it might seem.

    Even if there might be traitors in Rose Cross, even if JESTER can do things such as creating clone bodies and ripping souls out in this dream world...

    As long as God and her family is there with her, then Cosmos Fairchild won't lose her heart.

    Wise Up!
    Against Doubt
    Special Trait

    Having been a spirit tamer for nearly a decade and having an unshakable faith in God has made Cosmos a fairly self-assured girl, unwavering no matter the situation or opposition she found in battle. After all, as long as God is with her, then there is nothing to fear.

    Devotion
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    A single-minded devotion to two particular subjects: her faith, and her mother. Together, it forms a special will and determination to see things through, a selfless love that wouldn’t make her hesitate to throw her own life away for the sake of her devotion.

    It’s a Small World
    Minor Trait

    Ever since her meeting with Father Abel, Cosmos has grown a strong sense of paranoia, especially towards other Rose Cross members. In order to protect herself and her mother from any possible slander or openings, Cosmos limits her social circle and those she can trust only to her family - Mary, Alisa, and Alyx, alongside Illia and Sariel. Having her world be so small means stronger bonds and love, and as long as this small world remains intact and fine, Cosmos would be able to go through all obstacles and hardships, no matter the odds or prospects.

    However, this limits and slows down her bonds with other people - especially those from Rose Cross.

    Last edited by palad1n; June 15th, 2021 at 05:07 AM.
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    <Mellon> But yeah. Don't play the waiting game too much guys. Just do what you want to do and let God (me) sort it out.

    <Erlkonig|Phone> Why get a gf, when Airen is your waifu?

    <Airen|Phone> I'll save everyone, it's fine

    <Snaxies> Airen is totally Jesus again

    <frantic> I actually hate reading your post because you're so fucking anime

    <Reiu> Regalia is a scary place desu...

    <Mellon> He who lives by the oneshot, dies by the oneshot

    <Airen> No character in ga rei is 100% serious


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    ---In this instance, it's all a matter of perspective.

    While the world certainly has an agreed upon shape, a general form that everyone can see and interact with, it would be a mistake to say that each and every person didn't have their own point of view. Even if only in a subconscious sense, the trials and tribulations that one has endured throughout life change the way they see things, although even in the supernatural world, it is rare that such differences become literal...

    ---Mystic Eyes.

    ---Magic Eyes.

    Call it what you will, it's not an ability that Mokujima Chris has seemingly possessed before in her life, and yet, it makes a strange amount of sense all the same... Yes, the world isn't so kind as to hand out sudden power-ups or upgrades out of nowhere... Certainly there have been battles in this world that seem to deny that reasoning, that do, in a sense, seem to imply the world operates under rather bizarre laws at times, as emotions have been known to facilitate miracles, but...

    Even then, there is always an underlying cause, a reason why such a thing can happen, the seed is always planted first.

    ---The code is familiar.

    Looking at it it makes sense, no different from the software coding you perform in your university classes, just bigger, massive, unreasonably large, but perfectly sensical if you looked at it in bits and pieces.

    ---It makes sense to you... And that's probably why.

    The seed was planted in your knowledge, and that knowledge had shifted your cognition enough to allow... This...

    ---A glimpse at something you shouldn't be looking at, like the World itself was running on some sort of source code behind the scenes; it's something you'd have to put some thought into later perhaps, after all of this is done, but...

    Yes, but...

    For now...

    It's all a matter of perspective.

    A tearing motion, like pulling an arrow from a body.

    For Logan and the others it's simply a bizarre motion, a grab at what seems like nothing, followed by a triumphant clench of a hand as a girl refuses to let what she broke free go, and...

    A number of things happen afterwards, all in rapid succession.

    ---A Goddess blinks in surprise as an invisible curse stops strangling her core.

    ---The bizarre crystalline monsters begin making tearing sounds behind the compartment, violent pops and cracks that made it seem like they were detonating the materials on the other side somehow, all in the service of breaking through to the other side where it knows where life resides-!

    ---Chris feels a crack, that's how best to describe it, a crack, a violent internal pop as something like a punch, or perhaps the returning side of a massive, stretched rubber band, hits her square in the face, or rather, right in the eyes. It's enough to send her reeling, an invisible intangible force that struck in the same moment as she pulled, as if to punish her for whatever it was she had done, but...

    It's not enough to make her let go.

    Oh no, while she can no longer see it...

    It feels like something is still there in her hand... Physically this is false, there is nothing purple there in her fist that can be seen, but...

    It's still there.

    Somehow you know it's still there, an invisible line gently pulling at you, but-!

    "...Okay."

    ---Seeing everything go down so quickly, a Goddess, feeling much better than she had before...

    "My turn. No more jokes."

    ...Simply says this.

    She's not smiling, the look on her face is one of infinite determination, having moved from general concern to a steel will after noticing the brief flash of pain Chris had gone through, and...

    She snaps her fingers.

    ---Just like that, the sound of the monsters stops.

    ---Just like that, the world around you shifts entirely, yes...

    A teleportation ability so casual that if you blinked you might not have noticed it had gone off, performed in an area that specifically makes such things difficult to accomplish, Yamuna...

    "Stay here for a moment please, I will retrieve the girl outside and then return here."

    Says this, preparing herself to move again...

    As everyone finds themselves standing right in the middle of a room that's familiar to Chris...

    Because, of course, it's her own room...

    It looks just like it always does, nothing out of place except for the hole Lexie had made in the ceiling earlier in the week, and...

    No sound of anything moving outside the doors, either....
    Spoiler:
    Death is nothing but a disease.
    But it is one that often comes from all sides.
    An end like that is coming, and yet here you are.

    Tell me.

    Could you kill someone you love for the sake of everyone else?


    What a cynical worldview, Messiah.
    Real heroes would find a different answer.


    Right, right.
    The power to break through a sad reality—
    I wonder—

    Will they be able to show it to me?



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    With a snap of a goddess' fingers, the world around the group shifts and changes.

    The location they have been teleported to needs no further explanation. Or perhaps it does, and only to Logan Starbright, who has not yet been there. Unlike Eve and Chris, he may perhaps not know who this mess of blankets, merchandise, and electronics belongs to. On the shelves, which rise all the way to the patched-over hole in the ceiling, limited edition figurines and signed CDs share space with partially disassembled power cores and titanium alloy joints. One massive screen takes up a third of the far wall, consoles crowding around its base, and three others form one half of a hexagon atop the desk in the opposite corner. Precariously balanced on the mini-fridge sits a half-finished metal arm, its interior hollow and exterior coloured black and red and covered in cutesy stickers. And of course there are a dozen different pillows thrown about, at least one dripping with oil and used as a resting mat for all manner of archaic tools, wrenches and screwdrivers and pliers thrown haphazardly with it into yet another corner.

    Finding herself back in her room, Mokujima Chris heaves a sigh, followed by a grumble.

    "This is... the second time... this morning..."

    Hearing the voice activated command, the lights flicker on, illuminating the otherwise gloomy room. Chris stumbles towards an out-of-place cupboard among the tools. She bends down, rummaging through it with one hand, the other tightly holding onto something that none in the room can see. After some clittering and clattering her arm emerges, triumphantly holding up an electric kettle, which is immediately plugged in and left atop the cupboard to heat up some water from a plastic bottle. By its side are soon placed several differently-shaped cups, spoons, and jars of sugar and honey. A bundle of whole, tied-together tea leaves is finally thrown in, after which Chris straightens her back, sighs, turns-.





    Trips over nothing.

    With an almighty thump Chris' free hand shoots out and grabs onto the nearest source of support, Eve, halting her own fall before face meets carpet. Knuckles clench as she breathes heavily, holding on by a single sleeve.

    "..."

    Heartbeats pass. The ache behind her eyes abates. Chris raises her free hand, removes her glasses and tucks them into her shirt pocket, and and rubs at her eye, muttering something that sounds like a "Thanks, sorry". She tests her legs again, one and then the other, and finally lets go, slowly standing up straight as if nothing had just happened.

    Logan finds himself the sudden target of a baleful stare, one half of which is a bit more bloodshot than it had been a minute ago.



    "Make yourselves... at home. There's... no stopping her, now."

    Contrary to the resting glare, the words are welcoming, if blunt. Indeed, with the curse removed, Yamuna is back to being the Goddess of Life. Which means all they can do is wait for her to come back. If she is not misled by the enemy and separated from them. Or at least that's what Chris has decided. She has already been forced out of her room once this morning. A second time would be most unwelcome.

    Chris stumbles over to the computer desk, hissing momentarily as her damaged depth perception and impaired sense of space team up to cause her to stub her toe onto its corner. She sweeps aside nuts and bolts and an empty ramen container, and withdraws a thin laptop from a pile of electronics nearby. It is wrenched open, showing that it had merely been in sleep mode - and to anyone with a keen enough eye, had been browsing some rather shady-looking sites and chatrooms. All of which are immediately closed. The bionic arm is brushed off the fridge and the laptop is left there instead, after which Chris removes a small data key from her pocket and plugs it into the side, allowing it to run an automated analysis of the data file named 'End of Reverie Complex'.

    Turning away from the computer as a progress bar appears, Chris opens up a drawer and takes out yet another laptop, this one black and bulky and rugged and with a comical antenna extending upwards from it chassis. She places it on the desk, ignoring the much larger monitors behind it, and flips it open. As it boots up she rummages through the pile with the same hand, discarding several prospective items, until finally she has found what looks like a flat metal box riddled with holes. The box is placed on the desk and the wires sticking out the side are swiftly attached to the computer, which has by now finished turning on. She taps through menus, opens up a program, peers at a glowing green line that now bisects the screen horizontally, and nods.

    She pauses. Glances back at the others in the room, somewhat sheepishly.

    "There's... food in the fridge. And, uh, a microwave. In there." She waves at a random pile of electronics."Help... yourself..."

    Then Mokujima Chris unceremoniously raises her right hand, which has been clutching the invisible curse with all its strength as if it were a spider's web leading out of hell, and slams it onto the box, which immediately lights up with colour and code.

    Fingers fly across the keyboard. Lines of text and numbers and symbols cross the screen and grow as fast as she can type.

    How long does she have? Before the observer, the enemy, comes back? How long before this effort is also silently sabotaged? Before the curse finds a new target or is completely withdrawn?

    Doesn't matter. Now is the chance. It must be taken. Before things get worse again.

    They cannot see it. Cannot perceive it. But it is here. If it is here, and they cannot see it, then...

    All they need is a way to alter that perspective.

    "Try... wiggling... out of... this..."

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    "..."

    For a moment, the hand simply does nothing in response to your words.

    Of course it is a hand, and hands cannot speak, but the way it ceases it's beckoning motion as you draw near to it makes it clear enough that the owner is aware of your presence... Still, no words arise to meet your own, a likely consequence of the fact that Agatha wasn't actually allowed to exit the room on her own due to the punishment she was under, but...

    It is still moving around...

    Looking almost like a snake on the lookout for any signs of movement on the outside (even though it is a hand and that sort of thing would be ridiculous) the hand nevertheless makes a big show of looking to see if anyone was paying attention, but...

    "..."

    ...Even knowing this, or perhaps because of it, it still comes as a bit of a surprise when the hand suddenly grasps at your shoulder and pulls you through the door with surprising strength...

    Or well, considering the hand belongs to Agatha, perhaps it isn't that surprising at all?

    Nevertheless...



    ...The room remains the room, a bizarre cross between a disco zone and a swaying ship, the light creak of a boat on shaky waters audible, even as the room itself remains perfectly still, perhaps as a courtesy to avoid motion sickness with the guests?

    Regardless...

    "Yes. Wanted something. I sure did!"

    Pulling you through the door in a manner that was somehow both gentle and forceful, the tall woman makes a strange point of shutting the door behind you as she pulls you through, as if she was wary of some sort of monster trying to grab you from the other side...

    But of course, that is nonsense.

    "I uh... Brought you here to show you that the room still exists here, yes!"

    For some reason, she sounds almost nervous after shutting the door, looking at it like she thought something might kick it off of it's hinges, and even instinctively putting her body between it and you as a consequence...

    This is strange behavior.

    ---She seems to recognize it as such too, because soon after she notices it, she twirls back around to face you.

    "There are no secret motives here at all! Nothing ulterior about it! And certainly nothing that could be argued by a lawyer as rule-breaking either!"

    She nods.

    Almost a bit too eagerly.

    "As you can see, the room can follow you wherever you go! How are things on your end? Have you made instant friends with anyone?"

    ---Yep.

    A bit strange.
    Spoiler:
    Death is nothing but a disease.
    But it is one that often comes from all sides.
    An end like that is coming, and yet here you are.

    Tell me.

    Could you kill someone you love for the sake of everyone else?


    What a cynical worldview, Messiah.
    Real heroes would find a different answer.


    Right, right.
    The power to break through a sad reality—
    I wonder—

    Will they be able to show it to me?



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    Miracles are not always flashy. In the Magic Age, the supernatural is commonplace, and so are its phenomena. While quite a few beings and incidents tend toward the extravagant as a sort of rebellion against reality and normalcy or an establishment of their presence, it’s no less likely for truly extraordinary occurrences to have truly ordinary appearances. One can seal soul-shackling contracts with a mere handshake, disperse otherworlds with a snap of one’s fingers - and even release deadly curses like pulling out a splinter.

    Chris recoils as the thing she grasped suddenly gives way, the void thunders like a drummer drumming with dynamite, and neither matters much because the Sun is no longer trapped in a cave, and none shall escape its terrible and baleful glare.

    They’re in an unfamiliar room. To him, at least; it seems this is Chris’s room, given how she’s making herself at home. A place of safety where they rest while Yamuna handles everything.

    Chris stumbles and narrowly catches herself, breathing heavily.

    Yeah, right.

    He walks over to the brunette and lightly taps her shoulder, sending a pulse of Dia toward her injured eyes. “Sorry, Chris. Perhaps next time.”

    Despite his resolutions, despite his efforts, despite his spells, a woman without a COMP grasped a curse with her own hands and suffered the consequences. And now he’s supposed to sit back again while someone else takes on the risk? Absolutely not. He walks away from Chris to stand before Yamuna with no less resolve.



    “I’ll go with you.”

    Logan defies the Goddess, because he knows quite well that it’s when you’re most secure in your victory that you’re at your most vulnerable. He will never make that mistake again.




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    Auto-Skill: ???
    Spells Set: ???, Dia line, ???, ???, ???, Eye of the Fates
    Spells Used: Dia, Eye of the Fates
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