awakenerd | Aurora - Rean Heart

"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.

.... [Nothing like eerie, desolate landscapes, huh.]

[He can roll with this, at least it's less of the weird pastel stuff.]

[Though those shadows are kind of worrying?]

Is that normal?

No boss music plays so this is just a social visit right. Rean opens his eyes and blinks.

"...?" He looks around. "Oh. Yes. This is just the trial stage. It's the memory of an illusion of a memory. Or something like that."

....yeah, sounds about right. [He can work with that.]

But I meant more the...shadowy stuff on you? At least I don't think I'd imagine that.

He looks at himself, lifts a hand to look at the smokey shadows.

"This is just the form I take. It was the form of my own trial once, though a bit more impressive back then. And also... It's a bit of a manifestation of my power. In short, it's mostly theatrics and nostalgia."

Oh.

Yeah, okay, if it's just power and memories, that is a lot less worrying.

....what name do you prefer to go by?

"Rean or Valimar are both fine. I am both."

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