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TDM 006: SPECTRAL SPECTACLE
| TDM 006: SPECTRAL SPECTACLE |
00. Arrival This time, you come out of the water, the Nameless Island's own inherent energy drawing people in. It's like being suspended between realities and abruptly pushed from behind through a rift in dimensions. It may make you sick, or that might be the motion of the ocean, lifting you to the surface and carrying you to shore. Waterlogged and covered in sand, new arrivals will be greeted by robots who welcome them with towels and bracelet devices. The A5 card is already loaded up. Feel free to explore the Island, though there isn’t much to see. Most of the buildings are abandoned and in dire need of repair, and beyond the city lingers a thick fog that obscures much of the wilderness from view. Wander too far into this fog, and you will find yourself mysteriously looping back to where you began, your memories of what you were doing and how you got there erased. With that in mind, it may be wise to stake your claim on a rundown apartment, a tent on the beach, or a bed in the “comfortable” new barracks. Your inventory will be found a day later, wrapped up haphazardly and delivered to each person's makeshift home. I. The Dragon's Matchmaking Welcome to the Island, cherub dragons! The auspicious actions of your fellow Islanders have foreseen the reintroduction of dragons to the world. Unlike the hulking, possessive creatures of ancient lore (and recent hot springs), these well-meaning little critters love to help. Their small size and roly-poly frames make them unsuited to laborious tasks, but they will be the perfect companion to any residents who endeavor to pick up a small item, wish for their lunch to be delivered to an absolute stranger, or need a fire started from a tiny, flaming sneeze in their drafty homes. If a cherub dragon sees an Islander they perceive in need of their assistance, they will zip right in and refuse to scram until they’ve done the job! No visible struggles? No problem! The little dragons also love to play matchmaker. Persistent dragons will gleefully nudge together Islanders they believe will have chemistry, and sometimes they aren’t wrong! Of course, even if sparks fail to fly, the dragons’ trilling songs are known to kindle romantic feelings between strangers and long-time lovers alike. II. Ruins While the Islanders have been enjoying their autumn relaxation, the ‘bots of Erku have been hard at work clearing the surrounding forests of dangers for their guests’ safe habitation. If you are of deft hand with monster slaying, forestry, or even just hauling debris and weed picking, the robots will gladly exchange credits for help with reconstructing the recently unearthed mountain temple grounds from the rubble that remains there. Just follow the path of gently glowing mushrooms to the site of the temple ruins. Beware of lurking creatures, grabby plants, and falling rocks!  The temple ruins are tall and breathtaking, despite the eerie chill of the fog that lingers just beyond. Or is it the fog that sends a shiver up your spine? After all, this place was very spiritually important to the original inhabitants of the Island, the robots say to anyone curious enough to ask. Although their own programming does not include religious worship, the Augur believes the restoration of this place to be vital to the continued augmentation of Eros energy. When questioned about the strange shadows that seem to slip from tree to tree, or the unsettling feeling of ghostly hands that seem to nudge volunteers deeper into the grounds, the robots respond with nothing but bafflement. Their sensors detect no unknown organic presence afoot. III. Ritual Islanders who chase those mysterious shadows may find themselves particularly drawn to a structure that lay deeper within the ruins, beyond where the robots have made the most progress. Three sets of crumbling, moss-covered stairs join to form a central platform, which - despite the overcast skies - seems to emit a soft glow. Those who step onto the platform may begin to hear a quiet, compelling voice, which urges them to be free of their inhibitions and to offer their energy to the spirits to be multiplied hundredfold. Visions of naked bodies in the throes of carnal worship dance before the eyes. Those who are especially spiritually sensitive - or perhaps, just lucky - may feel as if possessed by a consciousness that is not their own, and that consciousness is filled with a burning sexual desire. Leaving the platform is an option if alone, but the intense and overwhelming urge to seek companionship will persist until an Auspicious Act is completed. Those who are fortunate to be joined by company within the temple will feel compelled to worship right then and there, no matter the risk of being seen. Within the walls of the temple, Eros energy is enhanced such that any erotic act - big or small - will be enough to break the spell. N A V I G A T I O N |
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Even if Livi wasn't here, she wasn't certain she could be friends with Allen or any other guy. She couldn't be trusted. It was clear as day. Her heart was heavy at the simple thought, knowing this was getting the corner of her eyes to beginning to turn wet.
Until she felt the unexpected happen. First, the warmth from his body was, the soft brush on his breath, and nose were slowly moving away from her, or at the very least, felt that way for her because it suddenly felt cooler. Next, she felt his hand offer another familiar squeeze, it was similar to the way he has been holding a moment ago and can feel him guiding her hand between them before moving it towards him.
What is he doing?
Before she could even ask him, she will open her eyes to find him giving her fingers a lingering kiss which will....make her heartbeat even louder while her cheeks begin to heat up in a way she hasn't felt in a very long time. The last time anyone has ever kissed her fingers were to lick the leftover pie crumbs and juices because no one has any paper napkins nearby. It made her feel uneasy, intimidated, but...slightly stimulated. The last time someone kissed her hand was to tease and poke fun of her.
Looking down, Nike will come to a sudden realization -- no one has ever respected her before. No man has ever treated her kindly without any ulterior motives. No one has ever tried to even treat her like a lady. Her eyes will open wide before tears begin to softly stream down her cheeks. No one has ever been this kind to her....no one has ever tried to just hold her hand without trying to sneak in a snuggle or kiss. Just holding her hand, securely, to encourage and protect her.
And yet, a guy she barely knew, a guy who has no idea who she is, or was, just showed her the truest form of kindness and affection. Ah, it was making her cry out in happiness as her heart begins to feel lighter, enough she could sing a song at this very moment. No, she was definitely inspired, already hearing the lyrics--
Even when everything was in ashes, even in days when I almost gave up on living...]
...I still believe in miracles...
[And the prism will shine again.]
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Not even for simply being afraid to actually kiss her—to kiss anyone, really, just the notion of it. But that is was simply... ... impossible. He just couldn't. If someone wants you to kiss them (and it really seemed like she did) and you want to kiss them too, and there isn't anything world-ending about it, that isn't rocket science. It would seem like such a simple thing, you just lean forward until your lips press together. Simple. Human.
... but he couldn't do it. Because it was just unthinkable. Like something might strike him down if he so much as tried. So he tried to honor her feelings the only way he could. The only thing that felt right and not cruel.
He really is a coward, sometimes. ]
? [ Miracle...?
She raises her voice and he raises his head, blinking for a moment as, well.. yes, he wasn't sure what reaction to really expect, but... it certainly wasn't that?
Or... ]
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Please don't cry?! [ ???
Aaaaah, did he really mess up that badly?! Except she's smiling?? ]
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This is the reason behind all the nobles in the capital of the world having no respect for her because she wasn't from a well-known, powerful family rich with history useful to other people like them. They were different. They were to be feared!
Nike will look up at Allen, smiling and almost chuckling at his reaction as she clasps his hand tightly, bringing it closer to her with the intention of wanting to bring it close to her cheek; however, she will decide on something else.]
I can't stop the tears, not when I'm so happy! I was so scared. I was really scared. I thought we wouldn't be able to be friends after that, but I knew it was the right choice to place my bet on you! I knew it!
[With a wide smile, she will try her best to offer only the best beaming one.]
Thank you! Thank you so much for following your heart! I knew I could trust the small man known as Allen Walker. Enough to be inspired to sing a new song!
[Her teary-eyed gaze may look up at him expecting, hoping that maybe he would like to hear it?]
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Possibly the most dumbfounded he has ever been in his life. It certainly ranks up there. That she has just lit up, that she seems so utterly happy like he's just entirely renewed her faith in humanity with that simple gesture-not-gesture.
Because he didn't kiss her.
...it's kind of surreal. He's glad, and yet... ]
Ah... [ Is she expecting a response? She kind of seems like she's expecting one. ... His mind is blank. ]
You're alright... with that? [ A beat. What's he even saying. ]
You don't mind?
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"You're alright...with that? You don't mind?"
Was he talking about the new song or about earlier? Nike will look down for a moment, mulling it over deciding between the two. It feels as though he was still feeling uncertain about it all. Does he think she was faking her reactions?
Instead of speaking with words, which she was about to, opening her mouth before closing it, instead, she will concentrate on the subject on hand -- literally. She will pull Allen's left hand closer to her own with all the intents and purposes to show him her gratitude but--
WHY WAS THE GLOVE IN HER WAY!?
She didn't want to kiss the glove but what was covering instead. What should she do? Nike will seem to be at a loss of words until willingly closing her eyes, loosening her grip on his hand just to get it to turn around, and using her free hand to raise the glove just a bit.
All to lower her face while bringing his wrist towards her until they connect. A lingering, soft kiss will be given, feeling the warmth but tough skin. The meaning may be different compare to the way he chastely kissed her fingers. She wanted to copy him while respecting his privacy. The best place was to kiss there, in her opinion anyway. He was a boy, so he'll be okay. He can handle this better than she or any woman can...? That is if he understood her intentions which she will have to see after letting go of his glove and looking up at him curiously.]
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He's just stunned, honestly. In a good way. An "I did that?" way.
But he blinks when she takes his hand, not quite certain for a second what she means to do. But When she turns it around to press her lips to the band of dark red skin between his sleeve and glove... ]
Ah— [ again, he's tongue-tied. but the meaning is also clear: no, she did not mind. Which is a little thrilling, actually, as much as it's also a huge relief.
Scary, but thrilling. And enough to bring a small blush finally to his face.
...words seem entirely too clunky to possibly express what he wants to. That they would be too much—or entirely not enough. If he even know what it was exactly he wanted to say. But she's looking at him for that response still. So he just reaches out instead, with his right hand, and gently touches the side of her head. Letting his fingers thread through some of the rain-slicked peach colored strands of her hair in a quiet, slightly awestruck manner.
Grateful.
If she'll let him, he'll tug her into a light hug. Close, but nothing dramatic. Just a quiet, grateful sort embrace where he seems to relax a little at last.
A thankful sort of one. ]
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It was someone she definitely liked and had the interest to learn more about. He was a good person. A very clean one, morally, and a fascinating one in every other way. For a priest, anyway. He really had a way of keeping her attention.
Now, what she didn't expect, however, was his reaction to her kiss. In all honesty, she was expecting him to get fidgety again. But instead will find his cheeks beginning to change color. Red, silver, and white weren't his only best colors. The blush on his cheeks was just as pretty to look at. A very unknown smile will cross her lips, one she has never felt before, almost like he just tickled her. It was a nice feathery feeling hidden in the tiny smile.
So when he begins to lightly touch the side of her head, she will lift her head to look at him once more, curious to know his intentions until she felt his fingers begin to stroke her hair. What was he...? Normally, Nike would mind the sudden attention to hair and would try to deflect it -- believing it is such a plain, uninteresting color -- and yet she'll find herself remaining perfectly still and letting him do as he pleased. She's sure he'll get bored of it soon.
Until she felt a light force pushing her forward, bringing her close to him for a simple hug. Her eyes will open wide, finding the sudden gesture to be unexpected, so when she looks to the boy -- his back will seem less tense than before. Was he...okay? It made her wonder if this simple action was rare. Where he could hold someone like this? Where he didn't seem alarmed, ready to leave or disappear at any time? All of this felt like his own response -- he was relieved. He was finally feeling okay enough to lower his guard.
Realizing all this, or what she likes to assume as the meaning of this embrace, she will end up leaning her head closer to his collarbone while wanting to lightly grip his military uniform; however, she decided against it. If this had to do with him finally feeling comfortable around her, then she shouldn't grab or circle her arms around him -- she wanted to give him the freedom to let go whenever he wanted. She didn't want to trap him. Suffocate him. Instead, she will put all of her weight into where she was leaning her head into, enjoying his warmth and scent for as long as he will allow.]