awakenerd | Aurora - Rean Heart

"Well I've been in his soul for centuries. Forgotten what it was like to find it weird.

He's pretty sturdy but he's also really fragile. Just play nice, you shouldn't fuck anything up too bad."

Yeah, that's easier said than done when it'll randomly throw me into a void and he's reacting to what I'm feeling, and me just stopping my emotions is apparently bad.

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"Man. You're overthinking it. Just think about what you want. Be specific. He'll try to meet you halfway. If you get hung up on worrying you'll just drag yourself down."

It's his soul, there's no way to not be worried! Things like that...they can do a lot of hurt.

[He sighs, rubbing at his face.] There's things I want to help Rean with, but I shouldn't do it in something like this. [Because he wants to help with the fact he will keep things to himself, that he feels like he should always come second, but it's his SOUL.]

"Man he's literally a tool used to being mind controlled by assholes. You don't have to change things, you can always just look around. If you see something you really want to mess with, just call for me or something, or ask him directly.

He's thousands of years old. I did say he's fragile, sure, but it's not like you want to fuck things up, so you probably won't."

....

Is....

Is there a way to make it so assholes can't mind control him?

[HE DOESN'T KNOW MAGIC, but he's in his soul, he can at least ask????]

[And then that's not changing Rean, that's changing bullshit magic, so winning????]

"Hm... Don't think so. He'd have to stop being what he is. That's a little beyond the scope of whatever you can do from in here, as far as I know."

That would be too easy, huh?

"You're talking about turning The Puppet Knight into a Real Boy. That's above and beyond the level of snooping around his psyche I'm afraid."

He is a real boy. Magical contracts or not. [Defensive and heated.]

"Literary reference. You probably haven't read the Blue Knight right? Anyway. You get the picture. He's real but he's bound by rules, they aren't in his head. Well, not just in his head. It'd be like trying to give him a haircut out there from in here. You could try, but I don't think it'll work out."

No, I haven't. Still don't like joking about it, with how he sees himself.

...could I get more information about it? Stuff he wouldn't share himself? [....listen, he'll invade privacy for his own good.]

"Yeah I get it. But if you can't be an undead tool for a few centuries and make jokes about it when can you?

I know what he knows but what do you want to know? Ask away."

I guess, but I'd rather not play into it right now.

...I don't even know. Magic is confusing. Does he know anyway to avoid getting....recruited by assholes?

"Fair enough~

Well, not for us. The old Knights used to get to pick I think, but... Our Awakeners have to hold some compatibility and pass our trials but once they do, that's a contract. So you get the pot luck. Some are great, some are power-hungry psychos."

...what's Rean's trial?

"Some puzzles and a fight, mainly. You need control and strategy to wield power. But you also need power of your own."

And does he make those or is that just in the magic?

"Getting to him, through the first part, that's already set up. Second part is fighting part of him so... You could say he runs that I guess. I see where you're going with this. Couldn't say I know how to advise you wrangle it, but if you have any good ideas, can't be worse than what we've got."

I have plenty of ideas, just need details. There a part of Rean in charge of that test?

He shrugs.

"All of Rean? It's a conscious decision thing. But I guess you could say the part of him that's a Divine Knight would be the most responsible for it."

Then do I just...want to talk to the Divine Knight?

"Valimar's basically just Rean these days anyway. If you want to see him go for it."

Okay.

I...want to see Valimar? [He does, but man, this is weird.]

Crow gives a wave and vanishes as the scenery melts into something else. The nothingness becomes... Something. A bleak grey desert of ash, black weapons sticking into the ground stretching to the horizon. The sky is grey and cloudy and a chill wind whips torn banners.

Rean sits in a circle barren of weapons, cross-legged and meditative. He's clad in antiquated looking grey armor. But the oddest thing is how tattered shadows cling to and writhe around him like trapped smoke.

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