[well, sometime after he was stabbed and maybe after his crush on maomao wears off? maybe let's meet in the cat cafe unless you will tell me he hates cats?]
And that's what Mondays and Tuesdays are usually like in our happy little paradise.
[ he does not hate cats but he doesn't really know how to interact with them, so he's doing that thing where he's sitting at a table and they bother him specifically because he seems uncomfortable.
[ he can be mean (affectionate) too. his imagination starts to act up though, and there's cute little mascot-fied shadowhearts running around with heart-eyes playing with the cats. ] Kinda wish I'd been around to see that now.
[ good negging pals. the little mini shadowhearts vanish, mostly because what does love even look like?? he scoffs. ]
Yeah, I think I'm good for a while.
[ until someone else get love arrowed on a wednesday. he focuses on the room instead, and some weird-looking birds appear, floating through the air for the cats to chase. ]
Whatever's going on is more fun than losing my memories every coupla seconds too.
[ siz i'm making you give me a dreamscape unless you want one first ]
Yeah, I kept forgetting while we were at the tavern...
[ because i didn't want his karaoke trauma to ruin our cute karaoke night...... anyway, speaking of, the cat cafe shifts—the lighting flicks into a deep, sultry red, and the smell of the room moves from coffee and air freshener to something indescribably acrid. it looks seedy, with food and drink unlike anything on Earth, and an instrumental version of a popular song playing out for the almost comically large karaoke screen behind them.
amongst the many strange aliens sitting in the room, the largest one storms up towards the two of them, furiously reaching to grab at their heads before the scene freezes in place as till flinches, as though his sudden twitch stops the dreamscape from playing out. ]
[ to be fair it's a stupid thing to have trauma over on the tin. get traumatized somewhere cool. ]
...Yeah. [ he steps out and kicks the stupid ugly alien here, with enough energy that he spins on his heel a little. stalling because this is an awkward subject. ] Urak—this guy. My, uh... [ owner. ] He was always trying to make himself look like a big shot, thought I'd entertain his stupid little clubhouse. Asshole. Like I ever listened to you before!
[ he gives him another pointless kick before he hops off the short performance podium to go look for an exit—from the dream or the room—looking a little pale. ]
I know it doesn't sound like a big deal. But in my universe, humans are valued for singing. [ he scoffs. ] Probably why we didn't just get wiped out.
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[ the door does open when he tries it, and he ushers them out in a hurry. it's a nasty place for a lot of reasons and he's eager to dream up something new. ]
Every rotten seg—alien does shit like this. We're just fucking pets to them anyway.
[me trying to find something that is short enough to give you that you won't need a ton of context for. anyway, this video through 2:45.
in the room, he will see a dark underground temple. the walls are black stone and purple and gold marble. there's a deep pool in the center of the room with stairs that descend down through the pool into emptiness.
at the head of the temple is a statue of a woman in dancer's garb, with a headdress covering her eyes and two swords. tall and imposing. and in shadowheart's imagination, the woman speaks with a voice you hear only in your head.]
All you must do is use my spear to end her light. And then you will become a Dark Justiciar, blessed with my power. You will become my voice to those embrace me, and my sword arm against those who would do me harm.
[shadowheart is frightened, grabs his arm to try to draw him back from going further in there.]
[ he doesn't have the context here, but the scene before them still carries eeriness and gravitas, and he only shoots the statue a look before going right along with her. the room is still dark, and the sound of water seems to follow them all the same. ]
[ well, some murder is okay... he chances a look back to see if they're making some headway. even in a dream, this feels like a dangerous person to turn their back on. ]
Well. It was a few things, really. First of all, she was a prisoner. [it doesn't exactly feel good to kill someone who is chained up and helpless.] Second of all, my friends didn't want me to, and their opinion mattered. And third of all, she made some good arguments.
She seemed to know certain things about my past, things Lady Shar has always hidden from me. I wanted to hear what she had to say more than I wanted to obey.
[no, the water is getting deeper, before abruptly they're submerged, located instead in a dark realm of smoke and floating rocks.]
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week 6; monday
And that's what Mondays and Tuesdays are usually like in our happy little paradise.
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but it is better than being in LOVE. ]
Who did this to me!?
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[ he favors one side, but otherwise seems almost more bothered by the love thing than the stab thing. ]
Ugh... Thanks for stepping in, at least. I owe you one.
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[that's understandable, though.]
I had it happen to me early on, too. One of the briefer ones. I made such a fool of myself.
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[ but she seems so cool. surely she wouldn't marry anders insanely on the network. ]
What happened?
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I became convinced I'd fallen in love with someone who is now a good friend but at the time I didn't even particularly like him. He's condescending.
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he laughs a little. ]
Like him enough to insult him?
[ he can be mean (affectionate) too. his imagination starts to act up though, and there's cute little mascot-fied shadowhearts running around with heart-eyes playing with the cats. ] Kinda wish I'd been around to see that now.
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[looking at his imagination and laughing.]
It was not nice at all. I would much rather play with cats.
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Yeah, I think I'm good for a while.
[ until someone else get love arrowed on a wednesday. he focuses on the room instead, and some weird-looking birds appear, floating through the air for the cats to chase. ]
Whatever's going on is more fun than losing my memories every coupla seconds too.
[ siz i'm making you give me a dreamscape unless you want one first ]
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[you gimme one first bc i want the lore.]
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[ because i didn't want his karaoke trauma to ruin our cute karaoke night...... anyway, speaking of, the cat cafe shifts—the lighting flicks into a deep, sultry red, and the smell of the room moves from coffee and air freshener to something indescribably acrid. it looks seedy, with food and drink unlike anything on Earth, and an instrumental version of a popular song playing out for the almost comically large karaoke screen behind them.
amongst the many strange aliens sitting in the room, the largest one storms up towards the two of them, furiously reaching to grab at their heads before the scene freezes in place as till flinches, as though his sudden twitch stops the dreamscape from playing out. ]
—Eurgh. Yeah. That.
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What is that? They were trying to force you to sing?
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...Yeah. [ he steps out and kicks the stupid ugly alien here, with enough energy that he spins on his heel a little. stalling because this is an awkward subject. ] Urak—this guy. My, uh... [ owner. ] He was always trying to make himself look like a big shot, thought I'd entertain his stupid little clubhouse. Asshole. Like I ever listened to you before!
[ he gives him another pointless kick before he hops off the short performance podium to go look for an exit—from the dream or the room—looking a little pale. ]
I know it doesn't sound like a big deal. But in my universe, humans are valued for singing. [ he scoffs. ] Probably why we didn't just get wiped out.
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It does sound like a big deal, honestly. I suppose it isn't easy for something you enjoy to become something you're forced into.
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Every rotten seg—alien does shit like this. We're just fucking pets to them anyway.
[ makes you populate the next room ]
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in the room, he will see a dark underground temple. the walls are black stone and purple and gold marble. there's a deep pool in the center of the room with stairs that descend down through the pool into emptiness.
at the head of the temple is a statue of a woman in dancer's garb, with a headdress covering her eyes and two swords. tall and imposing. and in shadowheart's imagination, the woman speaks with a voice you hear only in your head.]
All you must do is use my spear to end her light. And then you will become a Dark Justiciar, blessed with my power. You will become my voice to those embrace me, and my sword arm against those who would do me harm.
[shadowheart is frightened, grabs his arm to try to draw him back from going further in there.]
The last thing we need to deal with is Lady Shar.
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...Who's this Shar supposed to be?
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[they leave this area, but the water seems to be rising around their feet anyway, levels growing higher.]
She made many demands of me, which I fulfilled until the day I finally did not.
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he asks, frankly, ]
Was this the one you couldn't do? Killing this person?
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Yes. Though don't misunderstand. I've killed plenty for Lady Shar, or on her behalf. In this particular case, I decided not to.
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...What was different this time?
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She seemed to know certain things about my past, things Lady Shar has always hidden from me. I wanted to hear what she had to say more than I wanted to obey.
[no, the water is getting deeper, before abruptly they're submerged, located instead in a dark realm of smoke and floating rocks.]
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So she didn't want you to—woah!!
[ the water rises suddenly over their heads, the ground falling out, and he holds his breath like any of this could really? kill them?
but after a second, he peeks open an eye and just takes a look around, uncertain. ]
...Where are we now?
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[It's not real. We can leave. she's tense anyway, looking for an exit.]
This is Lady Shar's domain.
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