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sticksandbones2024-05-18 09:04 pm
mooninthewater) wrote in sticksandbones2024-05-18 09:04 pm
🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑 [ Moon Seance ]
Who: Moon Gang + idk other haters ig-
What: Moon Seance
When: Full Moon (May 23rd)
Where: Yeah-
Warnings: none immediately, but will be in post titles as they appear
[ Perhaps one might notice that Mizuki's started taking public notes in the netbook. He's dedicated a couple of pages to the cycles of the moon, and which moon was appearing in the sky that night, before the moon even rises. On the backside of the page he tries everyday to dot a black page with spots that are probably supposed to be stars. It doesn't seem random, but it's also hard to make out what it might be for initially.
The morning before the full moon, however, Mizuki circles the date. It's not as if it's a rare event or anything like that, happening roughly once a month and all that, but he does want to try to make a note of this. In the journal, on a new page, he writes: ]
It's a good night to contact the moon goddess, if that's something we still wanted to try! I can get some things to set us up. I recommend napping so you can be awake for later tonight!
[ No information beyond that, like a meeting place or anything like that, though it's likely Mizuki doesn't actually know where a good place to meet is. He doesn't know anything about trying to talk to gods that aren't already in your head, after all.
But he'll be outside by the well when night falls all the same, and he'll patiently wait for everyone to gather, too. ]
What: Moon Seance
When: Full Moon (May 23rd)
Where: Yeah-
Warnings: none immediately, but will be in post titles as they appear
[ Perhaps one might notice that Mizuki's started taking public notes in the netbook. He's dedicated a couple of pages to the cycles of the moon, and which moon was appearing in the sky that night, before the moon even rises. On the backside of the page he tries everyday to dot a black page with spots that are probably supposed to be stars. It doesn't seem random, but it's also hard to make out what it might be for initially.
The morning before the full moon, however, Mizuki circles the date. It's not as if it's a rare event or anything like that, happening roughly once a month and all that, but he does want to try to make a note of this. In the journal, on a new page, he writes: ]
It's a good night to contact the moon goddess, if that's something we still wanted to try! I can get some things to set us up. I recommend napping so you can be awake for later tonight!
[ No information beyond that, like a meeting place or anything like that, though it's likely Mizuki doesn't actually know where a good place to meet is. He doesn't know anything about trying to talk to gods that aren't already in your head, after all.
But he'll be outside by the well when night falls all the same, and he'll patiently wait for everyone to gather, too. ]
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And then he breaks his heart, his soul, his being. ...For her.
It breaks, and so does hers with a soft gasp. She moves to gently take one of his hands in hers, cold and comforting, and lets her magic ease the pain.
"... This will help greatly, my dear, dear Sweet Sun. But it will not fix my illness, I must warn you. Nor will it help the ever shifting night sky. I am sorry. I will use it well. I promise."
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Perhaps he should be more... like a man meeting a God, than a Healer meeting someone ill. Offering his own comfort in return. But there's frankly no other way he knows how to be.
"As long as it aids even a small amount, My Lady, then it is worth it, and I am glad."
He hesitates a little, looking upwards with his eyes, thoughtful. It's bizarre to see a "physical" realm around him, knowing what he's seeing is the Truth of her Domain. Josh's question on her being bed ridden.
"My Lady... are you corrupted?"
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Not a mark.
A rift.
Though it is held close currently, Pure Vanilla knows: This is a rift between worlds. It looks like gash that refuses to heal, except instead of blood and flesh, it is void between universes that shines beneath.
"No, my darling. Would that it could be so simple. ... Centuries ago, when your little lion and your snapdragon tried to save the souls of their people, they needed a conduit to become the portal. The chose the moon. ... They had no way of knowing that I was alive, and that it would do me harm."
Ourania's voice is soft as she speaks, but parts of the room turn red or black, and other voices that sound both like and entirely unlike her hiss-
No excuse. They knew of my statue. They knew of me.
They would have killed us to escape and it didn't even WORK-
Mortals should know their place.
All with moon magic will be able to tell that this is other moons, all connected to the goddess but not this world's moon herself. Ourania frowns and sighs, shaking her head.
"The rift cannot be closed by us. The mortals who cast it must close it- your former leaders or yourselves. But it will come at a cost."
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Her. Not Her.
How many worlds. How many Moons? All linked together through Ourania, Her worlds souls scattered through Her to other places.
He inhales sharply and exhales gently, closing his eyes briefly to escape what he sees. It's almost like looking upon the Dark Side of the Moon, the very place he drifted for far too long. It might even very well be that. The place between places.
Also to block out the Black and Red.
When he opens his eyes again, he's re-centered himself and he squeezes her hand.
"What would be the cost, My Lady?"
It's not incredibly difficult to imagine what such a Cost would be. To close a Rift between worlds, to save a God injured so.
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"To close the rift that sickens me so, to stabilize my night sky once more, you would also close the way to your new homes- though that wretch may still find cracks in the veil to steal back his victims, you would be trapped here."
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He is not opposed to the idea, though he knows Clotted Cream and Dark Cacao must return home. Even if he knows Dark Cacao would hate him for it, his strength is needed for the coming war to save Earthbread.
But it's not just to fix her. It's to remove the connection to the other Moons. To make it harder for the False Sun to pull others back, until it itself is contained again.
"Would we be able to return those souls who are already here, before we were to close the rift? Or would these souls, no matter what, be stuck?"
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"And who would you ask to stay behind, child?"
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He would stay, if only one soul was required.
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Her voice is barely a whisper. Yet the accusation itself is loud.
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"Would you? To return souls who their World desperately needs? To seal a wound on a God that chews through all reality, that sinks Pain and Anger into Moon after Moon?"
It's not something he wants to do, no. He loves Dark Cacao. But he would do it. He would break himself more thoroughly than he's broken his Souljam.
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It's a complicated manner- but not one for him to decide alone.
"You are not the sole bearer of this cross, Sweetest Sun. I will not have you martyr yourself like this. Speak of this to all in the Grove."
It's a command of a Goddess and not the gentle mother she has been. But then she settles again, gently cupping his face.
"I have asked this of our Sunflower. I ask this of you as well. Have you no mercy for yourself?"
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Because Dark Cacao is his heart. He knows what the man would say, would agree to. Even suggest it on his own, if it came down to it. Just as Dark Cacao knows Pure Vanilla would offer something like this. May probably even think this might be the last time he'd see the Cookie, if Pure Vanilla had the chance to fix it all right now for his life.
But he bows his head in agreeance that they will speak to all of those who live in the Grove about this. It is not something to decide on a dime. They don't even know how to close the Rift yet, of course.
The touch to his face startles him, his ears flinching back, and the question makes him blink. Turn his eyes away.
This one he doesn't answer.
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If we must discuss this now... I am the one who has nothing to return to. If one must stay behind so the rest can leave, then let it be me. My death served no purpose on Elrios; allow my life to serve one here. Returning me "home" merely returns me to the blackness which I emerged from.
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Also doesn't like that those words may bring a small fire of relief to his heart. A matchstick of Hope. He feels bad about it.]Our Lady is right, this is a matter we must bring to everyone. There is much discuss. But Harque?
[ Softly, for Harque only... and Ourania cause she's God who can Hear Everything ffs. ]
Thank you...
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He Will make good on that hug later.]
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"I witnessed all at the festivities, you know. I know what you've asked of him. I can't approve of this self-sacrifice. I won't be like that wretch of a sun- I won't thrive off of your pain and heartache."
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Her words do make him laugh a little (ignore the hint of the sob behind them), and he offers a watery smile.
"I thank you for your wisdom, My Lady. I am sure Dark Cacao Cookie would thank you as well, were he able to hear all this. Before our time is over, may I ask one more thing? How do we seal the rift?"
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"I know not the details of the ritual the little lion prepared, that his children carried out. But I know that it can be reversed. He, and his kin, are the key if you wish to reverse it. Otherwise, you will need healing magic and cosmic magic native to this world intertwined, on a greater level than you may expect."
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He is not crying in any way, shape, or form. If you see otherwise, you need your eyes checked. He will punch you if you say anything, Josh. He may be Jesus but so help him.
Little Lion... who... him. Kin. Family.
Oh.
Give him a second to compose himself and discreetly wipe at his eyes, before nodding, frowning. "Aldric. Thank you again, My Lady. I fear I have taken up so much of your time, you should rest. We," look, he's using we. Not I. All of them, "will figure something out."
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"I trust that you will."
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And he does, for a time, tears whisking down his face unimpeded and unacknowledged, before smiling and hugging her in return, a tight - but careful mind of the injury - hug and pulls away.
"Please rest, My Lady."