the temple of beginnings.we're all a little mad here.
Needless to say, the Circle has been out of sorts as of late.
Fortunately, the weather has stabilized — residents will find that they are no longer plagued with snowstorms or heat waves. However, it appears that the flora and fauna have...come to life. Vines may wind around your feet and legs, entrapping you in a vice-like grip. They will eventually let go, but it seems like you need to speak nicely to them first. Bizarre, but it'll get the job done.
Mushrooms have also sprouted and now sing at you when you pass by — they aren’t particularly good singers either. Trees extend their branches to poke at you from behind, but when you turn around you’ll find that no one is there.
...And worst of all, the flowers seem to be especially privy to your thoughts; when you’re close, they’ll blab out whatever is on your mind at the moment and will only be silenced once they are picked. Best of luck surviving in this more, er, animated environment! Perhaps even plant-life can be reasoned with…? Or destroyed.
That’s always an option, isn’t it?
oh my god they were roommates.
It isn’t a proper welcome until you’ve picked out your room! In the hallways, you may find a table or two offering cookies and tea as you survey your newfound surroundings. They seem to be left by invisible people . . . weird? The Unseen Servants seem to be playing a bit more nicely from your arrival, and seem to be apologizing for their antics with sweets! (These cookies, neverfear, are not magically cursed. They are just normal cookies.)
These rooms are a bit magical, you see — should you decide to room with another person (or multiple people), you’ll find that the room itself will accommodate your needs and expand accordingly. They look the same for the most part, so some might say that it would be wise to make your decision based on what your neighbors are like.
Say hello or potentially someone else’s room by accident; it’s a bit of a Russian roulette.
Regardless, it seems that this is your new home in sense of the word. Make the most of it!
wildcard.
The Temple is a pretty big place! The Forest of the Fey stretches on endlessly, Lake Dona (and the resident Nessie) is free to explore, and there are plenty of creatures who are curiously inspecting the new arrivals.
The wyverns seem to be particularly precocious today, given the singing mushrooms, the psychic flowers, and the new people checking into new rooms! They are relatively harmless (as are most of the creatures in the Temple), but can be pretty annoying . . . especially if you have something resembling a snack in your hand.
At any rate, free to explore the rest of the Temple, the Forest, or the Lake at your leisure! Unless otherwise designated in the bestiary, everything is free to play/free to explore. :)
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[Of course he has to KNOW the item. He can't just summon anything. He knows it can come in handy though if he continues to work with it though. Maes stands back to watch Keith at work though. He's got the form down, letting Maes know that he's probably tried throwing blades before. However, it's always hard working with knives or blades that are unfamiliar to you. He nods.]
Try again. Make sure you're paying attention to whether its heavier on the blade or the handle...that effects how you throw it.
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[Keith can think of a whole bunch of uses for it. He half grins.] Calling a weapon to hand like that... it's like how a bayard works.
[Not that he has a bayard here, and not that it would work even if he did. But.
He turns his attention back to the knives, nodding in agreement.] Yeah. Good call.
[He takes a moment to get used to the weight of it, the balance between blade and handle. Okay. Once more with feeling. He lines up and throws, and this time the blade buries itself in the target.]
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[He keeps an eye on Keith once again. Curious to see how much better he'll do this round. Keith doesn't disappoint and Maes grins.]
Nicely done!
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[The element of surprise and all. Keith looks a little pleased at the strike of the blade and at the praise. Approval is always nice, okay?]
Thanks. There's a lot more control with your form than what I've done in the past.
[...which is fling his blade as hard as he can and hope for the best.]
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[Some boys played with fire, Maes had taken a shine to sharp objects. He hadn't been psychotic about it, but as a boy living in the country there wasn't much to do besides find your own entertainment. Throwing knives had been a bit of a hobby even before he'd joined the military.]
Like anything, it just takes practice.
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[Keith knew he liked this guy.] Me too.
[He draws his ever-present sword, holding it out.] Back home, this has an unawakened form where it's a dagger. For most of my life, that's how it was. It was the only thing I ever had from my mother.
[So he was also the kid with the knife.]
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[He doesn't talk much about his own childhood, mostly because it doesn't come up and he'd rather gush about his wife and daughter. He leans over to take a better look at Keith's sword. Maes had seen it before, Keith had nearly attacked him with it once, but Maes didn't often get a chance to take a look at it. It's was hard to picture it as a dagger, but Maes has come to accept strange things like size-changing swords. It honestly wouldn't be the weirdest thing he'd seen, even back home really.
He nods, Keith had mentioned his mother before...and Maes has vague recollections of a father as well...though that is a bit hazier since they'd both been out of their minds with fever at the time.]
This is important to you then. I wouldn't blame me you if you didn't really practice throwing this around. I know how important family heirlooms can be, especially when your family isn't around any more.
[There's a mix of his own nostalgia for his own family, mixed with the regret of what he'd lost. What heirlooms had he left Gracia? Photos? Would she turn into a kid with daggers as well. He doubted it. Gracia didn't necessarily approve of playing with sharp objects in the house. He'd only gotten away with so much because his own mother had been out of the picture. He sighs.]
We're the lucky ones though, we actually have keepsakes like that. Not everyone does.
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[After that things went downhill. The group homes were never... Well. No need to let those thoughts surface right now.
Keith holds the blade out until Maes has gotten a good look at it.]
Yeah, I was lucky. She left it for me when she left Earth to go back to her people. And eventually it led me to her. I never would have known who she was, who I was otherwise.
[Keith admits.]
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I vaguely recall you mentioning him...back when we were both out of our minds with fever.
[He finishes, inspecting the blade and then setting it back down. He's dangerously close to something.]
I'm glad you were able to find her though...[There's a pause, a hesitation like he wants to say or ask something else. He shakes his head though and picks up a different knife.]
Want to go again? This one has a different balance.
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[Boy was he. They both were. He cracks a smile at that as he thinks back. At the time it was terrible and painful and frightening, but looking back.]
I'm impressed both of us made it back to our rooms in one piece back then.
[Clearly they're talented guys. Keith notices that pause, like something is lingering unsaid. He won't press though, not sure how to begin even if wanted to. So instead he nods, holding his hand out for the knife.]
Sure. Let me give it another try.
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[It's funny how he can look back on such a terrifying time with amusement. Perhaps because it was something he survived. It's easy to laugh at stuff when you live through it.
Maes gently offers the knife to Keith, nodding with encouragement.]
Have at it.
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[Really. Keith hesitates a moment before continuing. It's Maes, and he's come to like him. And trust him. So he continues.] He died when I was little. Seems like every time something decides to mess with my mind, that's what my brain dreams up.
[When he was sick, back during the Trials. It makes sense, he supposes. He misses his father. Of course he misses his father.
He's still considering this as he takes the knife, tests the balance of it and lines up to throw, letting it loose. It doesn't hit center target, but it strikes true at the edge. Hmm. Room to improve.]
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He gets so focused on the recent past, Maes doesn't talk much about his more distant past. However, talking about his childhood had stirred some old feelings and, as always, being around Keith is a reminder of when he and Roy were younger.]
So that's happened more than once? Something messing with your mind and pulling out memories of your dad? That can't be easy. I have a lot of things I wouldn't want to be reminded of like that...but sometimes it's even harder when it reminds you of people you care about and that you can no longer be with.
[He throws the knife. It isn't dead center, but it's fairly close. Maes lowers his hand, he doesn't really want to talk about his own death.]
I lost my mom when I was little too.
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[He watches as Maes lines up to throw again, listening as he talks but also paying close attention to his form still. He's got something to learn here, after all.]
I'm sorry.
[And he means it. He is. Losing a parent sucks.] I never knew my mother. Dad never talked about her, and she was gone before I was old enough to have any memory of her. So all I had was the knife she left for me.
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[It sounds bad, but there are many days that go by that he doesn't think about it. But then again, he's been through an entire war and many years since the death of his mother. Those things dull and blunt his feelings about the loss of his mother.]
But you can make new memories with your mom, or at least, you will be able to when we get done with whatever it is we're doing here.
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[There's a little smile starting on Keith's face as he talks about his mom.]
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[He understands that to some degree, the motivation to leave to protect your child even when it conflicts with your desire to stay with your child. He'd been thinking a lot about that and he tries to focus on it whenever he gets too down on himself for dying.]
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[Keith says all these words like they make sense.] ...which is why I'm older than most of my team now. Those two years for me were a month or two for everyone else.
[Space is weird. News at eleven.]
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You know, a few months ago I probably would have thought you were crazy...but my time here has definitely opened me up to the wide range of possibilities and general strangeness out there.
[Pause and then he adds.] Of course, partly thanks to this place, Roy and Riza are older than me now that I think about it. So I kind of understand that on a personal level...though perhaps more so like your friends. [He thinks about that for a moment and decides to ask.] Is it...strange? Having had that time pass?
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[And then some. And Keith had thought that had happened in his world too, thought he'd learned to reconsider his definition of weird.]
A little strange, yeah. I didn't get much time to think about when I came back at first. A lot of things happened all at once. And then I wound up back here, but it definitely takes some getting used to.
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[Because if KEITH finds some of this stuff strange or at least changing the bar for it, then what else can be said.]
Just curious. Sometimes it's a little awkward talking to my own friends about certain things, but maybe I'm just not trying hard enough to get past it. It shouldn't be so difficult.