Aurora - Rean Heart

[awakenerd]

You float in a void--darkness around you, above, below, in every direction, nothing. You stand on nothing, you even breathe nothing. But you do not feel in danger, you are not suffocating. You are simply existing in… Nothing.

Crow | Towa | Dusk | 80H | Rufus

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[voreaciously]

[lets head to the chapel]

[awakenerd]

It's decked out like a normal Septian church but... Well statues, and there are several, behind the altar look familiar.

They're.... Familiar? Rean doesn't know Katsuki, Dark, Deku, or Morin Khuur, so they're indistinct and blurred but you still know who they are.

[voreaciously]

[ahhhh..........

she's going to get closer to those statues.


also, rude.]

[awakenerd]

Hey man these are the things YOU WANTED. They're here.

But they aren't real, and they're stone. Sorry this is the best this heart could do for those desires. Still, it does feel peaceful here.

[voreaciously]

[well, she hasn't like, caught fire in this church, so she is just going to touch each and every one of them, saving Katsuki for last.

she wonders if maybe she believes hard enough, she can get more distinct features out of them. she wants to try something.]

[awakenerd]

The more clearly you picture their faces the more distinct they get. But still more like someone being described to someone else than drawn in, as it were.

[voreaciously]

[yeah, well, she can be a fucking pedant, so her thoughts get incredibly specific

she will settle for nothing less than near total accuracy!!!!!!!!!!!!]

[awakenerd]

It takes an eternity or maybe only five minutes? However long, with enough stubbornness and desire, the features become distinct and real and almost like the people are right in front of you, simply sleeping.

[voreaciously]

[oh

oh......

this was preferable, truly it was but she just has to lean against katsuki now, trembling but refusing to cry.]

[awakenerd]

Sorry, much as the heart would like to breathe life into Katsuki, Rean just doesn't know him...

Still it's like the water is trying to pat her hair.

[voreaciously]

[She misses him--all of them--so much, but thankfully Morin Khuur are still here, she is grateful for that, truly.

She doesn't really do churches, but this isn't a Christian one, this isn't, really, technically a church, it's a construct of one, but nonetheless, she prays for all of them, that they're as well as they can be. Better, even.]

[awakenerd]

"That is a wish this place cannot grant. But I am sure the Goddess hears you."

[voreaciously]

[she turns to face wherever that voice is coming from]

[awakenerd]

A woman stands behind you, hair and cape floating in the water, but otherwise solid as if she were on dry land. Her voice is calm and detached.

[voreaciously]

"I wonder. They were in place where gods themselves were brought to heel."

Forest is a Fuck. She turns around properly.

"Might I ask who you are?"

[awakenerd]

"You may call me... Argreion.

Yes.

That name will suffice."

[voreaciously]

"I am 80H." she bows elegantly. "It is a pleasure, My Lady."

It just feels right to call her that.

"I've questions, if you'll hear them."

[awakenerd]

The woman's expression is impassive but gentle. Not an unkind face, but full of quiet solemnity and great dignity.

"I will answer as much as I can."

[voreaciously]

"Whose heart is this?"

[she's unconscious so she doesn't know yet, but she knows where she must be, she's done this, before.]

"And what is your purpose, here?"

[awakenerd]

"You are in the heart of The Ashen Knight. Also known as Valimar, or to you, Rean Schwarzer.

My purpose is simply to be myself."

[voreaciously]

I have a map, here.

[she's going to look at it again, wondering if it's changed.]

There's a location I believe I at which I am meant to arrive, would you know anything about it?

[awakenerd]

She doesn't look at the map but her eyes close briefly in what could be a sigh.

"The map shows exactly where you need to be. It is a riddle, but I am afraid you must practice a certain discipline to understand it.

I will speak plainly, since you would get nowhere otherwise.

Where you need to be is where you are. Where you are is where you wish to be. Where you wish to be is where you need to be.

Taken together, you need only think about what you wish, and this place will attempt to fulfill it. Your desires and your fears, your thoughts and your goals, they shape where you will go and what you will see. Just like the real world, in a sense, though nothing like it, in another. What is it you want to accomplish?"

[voreaciously]

She considers the beach, and the statues and how she willed them to be who they actually were and it makes sense.

"Why is he like this..." She knows what she's being told about the riddle, but it seems so VERY INSTRUCTOR to just accommodate everyone else.

"I wish to accomplish a good many things, but, for now, I want to help him. Even if it proves challenging, as I am certain it will."

[awakenerd]

The woman shrugs as if saying "who knows" about the first question.

"You will have to set some specific goals, I think, beyond "helping". In a world that revolves around your desires, the more precise you can be the better."

[voreaciously]

"Thank you very much, My Lady." She nods in grateful understanding--she can do specific--and tries to think, to focus.

I wish to be in a place where I can understand why he does not like himself.