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[throughbamboo]

[of course he's rejecting the power, is it even his own power?

He doesn't want it]

1/7

[causeplay]

alas, Unity is not the god of punches. that's a different guy.

2/7

[causeplay]

Aʜ. Sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴛʜʏ.

Wʜᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴘɪᴛʏ.

3/7

[causeplay]

Wʜᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴘɪᴛʏ.

Wʜᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴘɪᴛʏ.

Wʜᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴘɪᴛʏ.

Wʜᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴘɪᴛʏ.

Wʜᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴘɪᴛʏ.

4/7

[causeplay]

Mᴀʏʙᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ.

5/7

[causeplay]

"Mᴀʏʙᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ."

this time, you feel 'fiyo speak for you, clear as day within the ragged vestiges of your consciousness, because she's still you and you're still her and you're nothing and nothing and nothing if your thoughts aren't your own

"Next time?"

the chalice hears you and you grow cold, colder than you could ever have imagined with your absence of flesh, and finally you understand the depths of your folly.

"Wait, you're not—"

6/7

[causeplay]

the power ᴅɪsᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛs from you.

ᴄᴏᴍᴘʀᴇʜᴇɴsɪᴏɴ leaves you.

no longer can you understand the truth of the multiverse.

no longer can you understand the truth of the universe.

no longer can you understand the truth of man.

no longer do you remember that the voice inside you, granting you warmth in your darkest days, guarding your one and only and priceless life from oblivion again and again and again, may not be who it appears to be.

no longer will you remember this place, for you were not worthy of recording these events.

you are T̸̪̘̦̈́͊̔á̵̞͇͒͠f̸̠̝͎͐̐͝y̸̢͇̠̿̓͛e̸͎̝͇̓̈́͒ K̵͍͎̫̓̈́͠r̸͓̻͍̈́͝i̴̡̝͙̿̓̒e̸͚͔͌͆̓͜g̴̼̺͆͜͝é̴̘͕̽͠l̴̪͖͊̈́͜͝, a prized servant of Yhaelia—the pinnacle of all humanity—and you'll live to fulfill your duty.

Re: done

[causeplay]

[ when he comes to, he'll find himself slumped over, chin on his chest, with a vague recollection of events. how long was he out for? who knows; a few seconds of snapped consciousness is enough for the vision to eject him.

everything prior to the connection is free game, but well. thinking about the truth of the multiverse might give him a headache. the human brain isn't built to handle that kind of scope.

Felt sits beside him, sipping her tea ]

[throughbamboo]

[he slowly sits up straight, looking around with a frown. But then a moment later, he's dragging a hand over his head, then down his face, groaning]

What the . . .

Fuckin' hell I need a cigarette.

[causeplay]

I'd lecture you on the dangers of smoking inside, but it is your own room. . .

[throughbamboo]

I ain't gonna smoke in here, I ain't rude like that.

But - the fuck was that?

[causeplay]

[ takes another sip ]

The first of fourteen cycles.

[throughbamboo]

Think I don't wanna see the other thirteen.

[causeplay]

You wouldn't have made it, anyway. It took me a whole day to get past the first.

[throughbamboo]

'M a little insulted ya don't think I could.

[causeplay]

If the aforementioned natural breaks between "chapters" came with save points, then perhaps I'd think differently.

They don't.

[throughbamboo]

That don't mean I couldn't if I had to.

1/2

[causeplay]

[ raises a brow, blatantly evaluating his state ]

[causeplay]

[ and then inclines her head. a concession, possibly ]

But you don't want to.

[throughbamboo]

Nope. That shit's way crazier than the stuff I've been seein'.

[a beat]

Rememberin'.

[causeplay]

Remembering.

...

Say, Ore. Do you like your other self?

[throughbamboo]

[tilts his head]

I do, yeah. We ain't all that different. I don't got enough context for the stuff I don't like.

Do ya like yours?

[causeplay]

I do. She has a... flair to her, that I didn't think myself capable of. Even outside whatever this was.

I want to know more of her story.

[throughbamboo]

That's sayin' somethin', considerin' what you got.

I'd like to know more of mine, too, but I don't think I'm gonna get too much.

[causeplay]

Why not? One can fit so many antics into an elderly man's life.