#flashbacks of ob victims aside i wonder what's actually going on with them as their consciousness is taken over

[advernia]

WHERE ARE YOU DIRECTING YOUR ENERGY?

ONE —

Bubbles. Up they go, float like balloons. Colored with muddied tints of blue, purple, white, black. Pop. Another goes, another shows. They are many in number the same time they could vanish all at once, large in size the same way they could become small. They don't touch him but they surround him, live bubble wrap made into a wall. Pop, pop. This wall was restless and tall, too high for anyone to see beyond, too slippery for anyone to climb upon. Blue drips black, purple drips black, white drips black, black drips black. Pop, pop, pop. Where the all the droplets land, no one knows. But they leave their stains, just like the falling rain. Jet black, coal black, pitch black, ink black. Pop, pop, pop, pop.

It's raining, but why does he feel so filthy?

TWO —

"You - hey, you! Yes you, you human child... why are you dragging that poor sword across the ground? Wazzat - you wish to be strong, you say? Ha! But your hands can barely hold the handle of that sword! Start with something your own size, small one!

Huh, who in the blazes - oh, you're that sword dragger from the woods... wait. What do you mean, you broke the wooden sword I lent you!? You punk, that was Lounsbery wood, you hear me!? Sturdy stuff a thing like you shouldn't be able to break! What? You broke it while sparring with a friend!? Hogwash! What in Wonderland is your friend, a dragon!? Sevens, child, don't answer so seriously!

Hmmph, here you are again, thought I nagged you off till next week. Now what do you wa... what you bowing down on the ground for!? Sorry for breaking the sword? And you made a new one!? Now that's absolute bulls - whoa! Watch where you're swinging that thing!

You sure love this part of the forest, dont'cha? Wazzat? Oh, 'cause it's a good training spot... got a point there, I guess. Gonna leave you to it, then... oh, hold up. Never asked why you wanna be strong for. Oh? You wanna serve the prince? As a Royal Guard? Even though you're small stuff and a human? Well, I'll be! You run your mouth pretty wide!

... My name? You've asked me for all sorts of swords for years and now you wanna ask my name? I don't know yours either, you say?! Damn right I don't! Now get that sword off my rack and don't ask again - the only name I'm waiting to hear is the name of Prince Malleus' future human guard!"

THREE —

A human village is littered with tall stones sticking out from lumps of disturbed earth. Every stone is sure to carry a name carved upon its surface, with messages sometimes added underneath. Loyal husband, beloved father. Fifteen years young, lost to the winds. Lovely daughter, proud warrior. One day we shall meet again.

The fae do not share the same level of reverence, the same level of respect the humans had for their fallen. Burying the dead deep under the ground, forming headstones or monuments for them to remember where the dead were laid, prayers and tears and flowers and more tears. The fae did nothing of the sort for their dead, save for the offering of flowers and the shedding of many tears.

But perhaps the humans did what they do was because they were fortunate enough to leave behind their bodies even as they passed on. While the humans let the earth carry their remains, the fae returned everything they were - flesh, blood, magic - to the earth.

And the skies, to the heavens - it is only to them shall every fae would speak their name. A name never to be known by history, a name never to be carved in ink and stone.

The general's smile turns wry.

Having a headstone doesn't sound so bad, though.

FOUR —

12:14 AM

「 u comin home on holiday right 」

「 u better be 」

12:14 AM

「 oooh~! 」

「 so scary! (∩︵∩) 」

「 but yeah kei 」

「 come home k? 」

「 we miss you! (´;︵;`) 」

12:17 AM

「 whats so scary about my msg 」

「 oh yeah dont disappear on us like last time 」

「 tell us if u plan to hang out with ur friend again 」

「 so we can work out a sched 」

「 we cant handle the groceries on our own yknow 」

12:21 AM

「 last years was 」

「 SUUUUUUPER heavy! ( ≧Д≦) 」

「 btw!!!! 」

「 mom plans to make this 」

「 for dessert soooo 」

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「 we gonna need...................... 」

「 F R U I T!!!!!!!! (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ 」

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「 fresh ones ofc so get ready for 」

「 morning market tour ( ᐛ )و 」

12:25 AM

「 youre the one who sucks at waking up at the morning tho 」

「 but there you go kei 」

「 tell us as soon as u arrive k 」

12:29 AM

「 (╬ Ò ‸ Ó) 」

「 meanie!!! 」

「 ill wake up before U ull see <(｀^´)> 」

「 ANYWAY! 」

「 see u soon kei!!!!!!!!! (‘∀’●)♡ 」

1: azul + cater reappears for this batch! here's everyone's context:

azul -> breathing (ongoing overblot)

silver -> purpose (pre-game + monologue, a fairy's doing it tho)

lilia -> in memoriam (pre-game, vague war timeline)

cater -> self-control