> Seasons 🌿 Chocoro

[bluediligence]

Everything glitches.

You.

The world.

- fraying unravelling fragmenting -

a wash of blue on blue on blue, ice through your veins, your lungs, a backwards fall into the abyss - until a flashfire spark in too many colors to guess grabs your hand tight, sunshine over water, burning determination and hope and trusttrusttrusttrusttrusttrusttrusttrust

youcandothis!

reverse course

fall up




... land in a heap ...

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[wroughtandtempered]

[ —shudders, pulling her hand back, and stares blankly at the vase for a long minute.



...she wipes at her eyes and turns to the birdcage. locked or unlocked? ]

[bluediligence]

It really is cute! There's a stylised door with a simple latch on the outside, which is unhooked.

There's a small jewellery box inside.

[wroughtandtempered]

...your sense of style is always so cute...

[ taking out the jewelry box? ]

[bluediligence]

It's empty now, because Donnie ate the contents. 👈(ﾟヮﾟ👈)

[wroughtandtempered]

[ lmao

that gets a slow and very canine headtilt before she puts it all back carefully the way she found it.

clocktower...? ]

[bluediligence]

It's a stunning replica of a clocktower! Both hands are pointing to twelve.

If you look incredibly closely, you may be able to make out tiny katakana symbols etched into the clock's face.

[wroughtandtempered]

[ squints... sounding them out under her breath...

nope. raising her voice ]

Fuck. Does anyone else know Hino- shit. Uh. Whatever Korone's native language is called? Mine is rusty as fuck.

[forgingfires]

I'm good with languages. [And he was looking at the clocktower too so.]

[wroughtandtempered]

Nice, thanks. ...Oh— then can you tell me the title of the painting with the house, too? I can read kana, but kanji...

[ waggling one hand, ears flattening out to the sides ]

[forgingfires]

I can, yes. Languages come fairly easily.

....these aren't words.

[wroughtandtempered]

Yeah, they're just sounds. My first thought was maybe spinning the hands to spell out her name, or Koronai's, but it's missing some of the "letters" for both.

[forgingfires]

Its probably some kind of cipher.

[wroughtandtempered]

... oh.

[ facepalming ]

Yeah, I'm... not good at puzzles. Sorry.

[forgingfires]

Give me a minute.

[He's squinting because]

[Listen, when you have a reality fire, you will fuck up your own eyes and being mortal just made THAT worse, his sunglasses may not be up to prescription.]

....that...that can't be right, can it?

I will not give this clock to anyone?

[wroughtandtempered]

...

[ cracking her knuckles ]

Hang on. I'm maybe about to make a really dumbass decision.

[ by which I mean she's touching the clock's face. ]

[bluediligence]

You feel a sharp pang of bittersweet longing, deep, deep inside your chest. Something that's at once hopeful and lonely.

[wroughtandtempered]

[ ...aw, babe. pulling her hand away ]

Okay, not as stupid as expected. ...Is there a way to spell out the opposite meaning?

[forgingfires]

....

No, not that I can see.

Does the clock have anything to do with the pendant?

[wroughtandtempered]

I don't know. We... neither of us have talked that much about our past to each other. We're both sort of "live in the present" people.

[ which she is kicking herself in the ass over now, clearly. ]

The clock felt like... wanting. Wanting, but not thinking you're going to get it? Isolation? But hoping, anyway.

[forgingfires]

....

As tempting as it might be, that sounds like a personal issue which is best to handle outside of here.

Considering her reluctance with this entire affair.

We need her pendant and limiter. We should try avoiding changing anything else if we can.

[wroughtandtempered]

... point.

Thanks for the help, anyway.

[forgingfires]

[He nods.] Let's get back to searching.

[And then off for clothes funtimes.]