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She waits very patiently for whoever dares approach her, and otherwise seems entirely unbothered. So far.
[ Ah- He knows her. He's seen her before, in that not-quite daydream from a while ago that he was... never quite sure how to tell others about.
But knowing her- and knowing exactly who and what she is... He's not scared of her. Maybe healthily intimidated, but not scared. He approaches quietly, and then bows to her. ]
I... Wanted to say thank you, for before, and what you did for me in my past life.
But knowing her- and knowing exactly who and what she is... He's not scared of her. Maybe healthily intimidated, but not scared. He approaches quietly, and then bows to her. ]
I... Wanted to say thank you, for before, and what you did for me in my past life.
( morrigan is quiet for a moment, before the faintest hint of a smile forms. )
Despite everything... I do try to be a fair gardener. It is not your time, you haven't fully bloomed yet. Do take your time though. It always saddens me when a life ends too early.
Despite everything... I do try to be a fair gardener. It is not your time, you haven't fully bloomed yet. Do take your time though. It always saddens me when a life ends too early.
i. Your Wings you Never Could Change — Your Home (Threat)
[If you were at all afraid of sleeping through the fun, fear not. The sound of frantic knocking at your door — be it business, private home, or within the inn — will surely begin to rouse you. Genya stands outside, eyes wide, tips of his long mohawk an obscene (and familiar) sparkling blue, and… head only vaguely attached?
Uh…
Regardless, the second a door opens, he’s all but shouting.]
Something happened - the door beneath the Research Hall, there’s this mist and -
[Unfortunately, you may need to calm him down before you get anything solid out of him.]
ii. Always the Victim — Past Shinazugawa Genya — Around the Grove
[While the Genya you know winds up making himself pretty damn sparse, another young man takes his place. He looks quite a bit older than the counterpart you’ve come to know, while his face is unmarred by any severe scarring. Rather than wielding a gun, he has a rather standard fantasy sword strapped to his back, and wears the sort of armor you might expect from a standard city guard.
At times, this version of Genya can generally be found wandering around the edges of the town, inspecting the fog wall, and peering out toward things unseen. It’s troubling, seeing his home fall to such ruin, after all.
If he catches any sort of attention on him, however, he’ll quickly turn and flash a smile. His voice is soft, and he seems to struggle to meet anyone’s eyes for any lengthy period of time. Someone’s a little shy.]
Sorry, old habits are hard to break. Can I help you at all?
[Still, there are other times where Genya can be found around a non-descript patch of grass. In these moments, his expression seems to falter. Something should be here, and yet… It feels barren. He lays his hand over his chest, utters a silent prayer, and then turns his attention away from the patch.]
iii. Into the Flames Again — At The Banquet
[Considering… everything that wound up happening because of him, Genya spends the rest of the month under the radar. Honestly, it probably took quite a bit of urging to even get him to come to the banquet. Most of the time he sits off to the side. Other times, he’s quickly picking up plates and getting things out of your way.
Things ended up being relatively okay, in the end. But the could have just as easily not been. It’s hard to reconcile that, in a town where everyone has largely been kind to him. Any way he can make up for the incident, Genya tries to do.
Which means doing dishes, picking up trash, and generally remaining at the corners of the festivities.]
iv. Go on then Icarus — Wildcard
[You know what to do! 💜]
[If you were at all afraid of sleeping through the fun, fear not. The sound of frantic knocking at your door — be it business, private home, or within the inn — will surely begin to rouse you. Genya stands outside, eyes wide, tips of his long mohawk an obscene (and familiar) sparkling blue, and… head only vaguely attached?
Uh…
Regardless, the second a door opens, he’s all but shouting.]
Something happened - the door beneath the Research Hall, there’s this mist and -
[Unfortunately, you may need to calm him down before you get anything solid out of him.]
ii. Always the Victim — Past Shinazugawa Genya — Around the Grove
[While the Genya you know winds up making himself pretty damn sparse, another young man takes his place. He looks quite a bit older than the counterpart you’ve come to know, while his face is unmarred by any severe scarring. Rather than wielding a gun, he has a rather standard fantasy sword strapped to his back, and wears the sort of armor you might expect from a standard city guard.
At times, this version of Genya can generally be found wandering around the edges of the town, inspecting the fog wall, and peering out toward things unseen. It’s troubling, seeing his home fall to such ruin, after all.
If he catches any sort of attention on him, however, he’ll quickly turn and flash a smile. His voice is soft, and he seems to struggle to meet anyone’s eyes for any lengthy period of time. Someone’s a little shy.]
Sorry, old habits are hard to break. Can I help you at all?
[Still, there are other times where Genya can be found around a non-descript patch of grass. In these moments, his expression seems to falter. Something should be here, and yet… It feels barren. He lays his hand over his chest, utters a silent prayer, and then turns his attention away from the patch.]
iii. Into the Flames Again — At The Banquet
[Considering… everything that wound up happening because of him, Genya spends the rest of the month under the radar. Honestly, it probably took quite a bit of urging to even get him to come to the banquet. Most of the time he sits off to the side. Other times, he’s quickly picking up plates and getting things out of your way.
Things ended up being relatively okay, in the end. But the could have just as easily not been. It’s hard to reconcile that, in a town where everyone has largely been kind to him. Any way he can make up for the incident, Genya tries to do.
Which means doing dishes, picking up trash, and generally remaining at the corners of the festivities.]
iv. Go on then Icarus — Wildcard
[You know what to do! 💜]
( yeah, it's more than a little fucked up. gods, always trampling on her domain... )
You may.
You may.
Sweet boy, aren't you?
( she's not partuclarly surprised, though. )
I am Morrigan the Death, Gardener of Life. Such is my title, such is my name. This form was granted to me by the Goddesses, so I may tend to you all as you come to my embrace at the end of all things.
( she's not partuclarly surprised, though. )
I am Morrigan the Death, Gardener of Life. Such is my title, such is my name. This form was granted to me by the Goddesses, so I may tend to you all as you come to my embrace at the end of all things.
[once Genya has performed his rounds, he finds his way back to them. He shifts from one foot to the other, arms wrapped around himself. There's something he wants to ask, but he can't quite bring himself to do it.
Eventually, though, he blurts out:]
Sorry if I made a mess. Or caused you more work.
[He has no idea who Morrigan is, but she seems powerful enough. More than that, she seems kind. And maybe he is feeling a little guilty over everything.]
Eventually, though, he blurts out:]
Sorry if I made a mess. Or caused you more work.
[He has no idea who Morrigan is, but she seems powerful enough. More than that, she seems kind. And maybe he is feeling a little guilty over everything.]
( she is quiet, observing him. to be so young and so wrapped in her domain... )
...
( she closes the distance, and quietly reaches down to pat his head. )
You did give me work to do, yes. But you also gave me an invaluable opportunity. Your enemy has kept me out of this patch of the earth for far too long, and I have not been able to fulfill my duties to this forest as a result, nor investigate. Though this body is merely a puppet, you have given me a chance to see for myself...
You might have angered Knowledge Blue, but you did exactly what I needed you to do.
...
( she closes the distance, and quietly reaches down to pat his head. )
You did give me work to do, yes. But you also gave me an invaluable opportunity. Your enemy has kept me out of this patch of the earth for far too long, and I have not been able to fulfill my duties to this forest as a result, nor investigate. Though this body is merely a puppet, you have given me a chance to see for myself...
You might have angered Knowledge Blue, but you did exactly what I needed you to do.
Morrigan-sama.
[ Like he's testing it out to pronounce it right. She seems like a very gentle woman. He can't help but feel comfortable around her. Maybe it's a testament to how much suffering he's seen that he no longer fears the idea of death. He may not want to die, but there are far worse things. ]
Gardener of life is such a pretty title. Do you like flowers Morrigan-sama?
[ Like he's testing it out to pronounce it right. She seems like a very gentle woman. He can't help but feel comfortable around her. Maybe it's a testament to how much suffering he's seen that he no longer fears the idea of death. He may not want to die, but there are far worse things. ]
Gardener of life is such a pretty title. Do you like flowers Morrigan-sama?
[Genya... doesn't really understand a lot of what's happened in the Grove. Really, it feels like he's been running since he got here, had no time to really understand what had happened before, or who he was supposed to be afraid of beyond the vague references to the "Forest." Things like the Garden, the lack of true death, it's all beyond him at the moment
But they say it with such conviction, that he can't exactly argue. Nor does he want to, given her demeanor. It feels like genuine praise, and it warms his heart just as quickly as it tries to crack it.]
No one's going to get hurt from what I did... right?
But they say it with such conviction, that he can't exactly argue. Nor does he want to, given her demeanor. It feels like genuine praise, and it warms his heart just as quickly as it tries to crack it.]
No one's going to get hurt from what I did... right?
I do. And all souls have a flower. I tend to them, watch over them... and when your time comes, I harvest.
If one sticks their head directly in the mist and stays there for hours, they might get hurt. But that is a deliberate act of stupidity on their part.
... If one does not remove themselves from the mist after a few hours, they may feel fatigued. But I imagine the people here are rather tired of ominous mists, and will avoid it on their own volition.
Anything beyond that will be directly their choice, not yours.
Anything beyond that will be directly their choice, not yours.
This is not something many mortals can assist with. The Fallen Sun, in all his impudence, has locked me from this forest so I cannot do my job. Death itself is marred here, like a tapestry that's been tangled and snared. But to untangle it, I must find the problem threads.
It will dissipate and return to the door once it is closed. ... But so will I.
That would explain the reviving and the death consequences...
[ He thinks for a moment... ]
Well, I may not be able to, but there's a chance someone else can. Some people here have really powerful abilities.
[ A tiny little pause ]
... Do they actually look like threads or was that just the metaphor?
[ He thinks for a moment... ]
Well, I may not be able to, but there's a chance someone else can. Some people here have really powerful abilities.
[ A tiny little pause ]
... Do they actually look like threads or was that just the metaphor?
... You would want Death herself here in your little village?
( what an unusual boy. at his question, they simply smile. )
She and the others will return to her rest until it is her time to re-enter the ether. This is not a bad thing. The cycle of life and death feed each other, and I always give my souls time to rest properly. The ghosts of your brethren here will resume being a part of you as well, as is proper.
( what an unusual boy. at his question, they simply smile. )
She and the others will return to her rest until it is her time to re-enter the ether. This is not a bad thing. The cycle of life and death feed each other, and I always give my souls time to rest properly. The ghosts of your brethren here will resume being a part of you as well, as is proper.
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