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Opening Log: Welcome to the Index + Halloween Festival
Opening Intro Log: October 2018—
§ instructions.
Greetings and welcome to the first intro log for Forgotten Tales! There are no hard and fast rules here. Just include your Character, canon, and essence in the subject line and post away! Network prompts are allowed in the intro log, so feel free to put one in.
In terms of timeline, the intro log can span over several days, so don't feel as if everything has to happen all at once. You are also free to post your own logs at any time, and can even take these prompts for them!
For more information, refer to the accompanying Game Notes.
§ greetings from the storyteller.
It's no surprise that everyone who first enters the Realm of Stories will feel disoriented, especially when their soul is basically fused with that of another. Fortunately, there is someone who is more than willing to explain things—just not physically. Once the initial dizziness and confusion passes, be it through the pages of the journal glowing in their hands or through telepathy, the same "voice" who sought them out and pleaded for their aid will speak.
The message will remain within the first few pages of the journal, and past it are other informative passages that the newly arrived may find useful. Information such as how to use the journal, local maps of the Index, notable businesses, where they may find their own unique residence, even names of other Aspects who have arrived. And despite the seemingly endless blank pages when rifling through, the journal itself remains thin and light when closed.
So for now, all they can do is wait and learn more about themselves and each other.
§ prompts.
¶ I. Getting to Know Your "New Character." Even after being told by the Storyteller about everything, there's still a lot to learn. There's also the satchel and journal to investigate and figuring out where they live. In any case, firsthand experience and experimentation is the best way to figure things out.
¶ II. A Halloween Festival. Despite the threat of the Story Eater always looming somewhere outside in the Void, the residents are preparing for the Halloween season. With so many stories either fostering or born from the traditions, it's no surprise that survivors of said ghastly, sometimes fun tales are throwing their all to keep the spirit of their stories alive, especially with help now arriving. What better way to meet the residents than participating and helping out? Might learn a few things about their new abilities, too, and can even put on a different costume.
¶ III. Recreate Some Stories. The main reason the Aspects are in the Realm of Stories is to help restore and recreate the lost books. But it would be good if they got a little practice in how they can do that. While there isn't much to restore here in the Index, there are still plenty of opportunities to get the feel of "acting out" certain roles and scenes in the city. And who knows—maybe these little stories and plays will be written down and filed away in the Grand Library.
¶ IV. Exploring the Index. The Index is a large, vast city inhabited by a large variety of characters from numerous stories. Because of this there is no uniform style to the city. One street could look like a normal street plucked out of a Victorian, English fairy tale and then the very next is made of candy. It makes for an interesting mishmash of cultures that somehow manages to get along. Most of the time, at least.
Greetings and welcome to the first intro log for Forgotten Tales! There are no hard and fast rules here. Just include your Character, canon, and essence in the subject line and post away! Network prompts are allowed in the intro log, so feel free to put one in.
In terms of timeline, the intro log can span over several days, so don't feel as if everything has to happen all at once. You are also free to post your own logs at any time, and can even take these prompts for them!
For more information, refer to the accompanying Game Notes.
§ greetings from the storyteller.

It's no surprise that everyone who first enters the Realm of Stories will feel disoriented, especially when their soul is basically fused with that of another. Fortunately, there is someone who is more than willing to explain things—just not physically. Once the initial dizziness and confusion passes, be it through the pages of the journal glowing in their hands or through telepathy, the same "voice" who sought them out and pleaded for their aid will speak.
Greetings, Aspect, for that is what you are now. We thank you for your agreement in helping fight against the Story Eater. For those whom we had to bring in for your own safety—forgive us. Once we have enough power we will return you to your worlds should you so choose.
All of you have been gifted with the essence of a powerful character from one of the many stories now lost to the Story Eater. We did not choose it—it chose you. If you touch the medallion hanging on your journal, its name will be revealed to you and you are welcome to browse through the Grand Library to read their stories.
But time is of the essence. Even now we feel the loss of yet another Book and many more will follow. We will contemplate and decide on a Draft to send you to, so in the meantime, please explore the city and learn what you can. You should have been given everything you will need for your temporary stay here in the Index, and the city residents have been informed of your coming.
Keep your journal close—we will reach out to you again.
The message will remain within the first few pages of the journal, and past it are other informative passages that the newly arrived may find useful. Information such as how to use the journal, local maps of the Index, notable businesses, where they may find their own unique residence, even names of other Aspects who have arrived. And despite the seemingly endless blank pages when rifling through, the journal itself remains thin and light when closed.
So for now, all they can do is wait and learn more about themselves and each other.
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- A. Brushing Up on the Lore. Perhaps a trip to the Grand Library to read up on the essence's stories wouldn't be such a bad idea. It might help give the Aspect some ideas as to what they can do. But you know, it would be their luck to have a large tome dedicated to their stories way high up on a top shelf. And the ladder is rusty. Might need some help.
- B. Magic Journals. For those of the modern era, needing to write is going to be an interesting exercise. But after reading the instructions, maybe they want to reach out, see who else is out there. Or troll people with dumb doodles.
- C. Watch What You're Doing! Testing out a new spell or weapon? Great! Just be mindful of the surroundings—this is all new and no one has thought to create a special training area for everyone (yet). And while most of the locals are happy and hopeful about their potential heroes, broken windows or almost burning one of them won't go over too well.

- A. Batty Books. A few well meaning young wizards and witches in training had hoped to spice up the Grand Library with a few flying books. Unfortunately, they were a bit overzealous with their wandwork and now there are hoards of flying books overrunning and ransacking the place. Even worse, books of violent content are attacking, spitting out pages or clamping down on hapless victims. Hard covers are the worst, and watch out for all those paper cuts! Help capture these rogue books so the reverse spell can be cast, but be careful! They are still precious books and can't be damaged! If they are, well... There will be more than a few librarians wailing in mourning and will need to be taken care of.
- B. Wild Jack o'Lanterns. Can't have Halloween without those scary pumpkins! Or silly ones if that's your preference. However, a few residents have gotten a little overzealous in their creations. From pumpkins bursting with fire like volcanoes to giant golems bumbling through the streets to some sprouting bat wings and flying all over the place dumping their pumpkin innards or candy corn on unsuspecting victims. Things are definitely getting out of hand, so either find some way to turn the pumpkins back to normal or just outright destroy them. Bonus points if the leftover pieces are collected to make pumpkin pie so nothing is wasted!
- C. Beyond the Grave...? What's spookier than haunted graveyards? Graves that actually are haunted. Storybook characters of the skeletal and ghoulish nature have opened their neighborhood for a Fright Night Challenge, happy to use their homes to spook those who dare to tread near. And there are a few openings for volunteers for that night's haunting. Perhaps an Aspect could fit in? Or perhaps they'd like to go through the challenge instead. Just remember everyone is supposed to be friendly so try not to hurt them. Of course, some of the nastier residents might take this an opportunity, in which case anyone is free to bury them.
- E. A Haunted Feast. During the evening hours, everyone is invited out to one of the larger plazas of the city for a chance to eat delicious meals prepared by a number of different businesses and volunteers. This is the perfect chance to unwind, mingle with everyone...until some sneaky young ghosts pilfer all the good food and desserts. They even have the gall to steal right off the plate! Try to stop them—or maybe one of the Aspects is among the thieves. If not, there may be a food fight on the horizon.

- A. Make Your Own Horror Story. What's more fitting for Halloween then recreating or even creating frightfully scary stories? From nightmareish to silly, there are a number of storybook characters doing their best to relive their lost stories and could use a few volunteers.
» Roles: 1) ghoulish monsters, 2) unfortunate victims, 3) bloody murderers, 4) the last hero.
» Scenes: a) chasing, b) fighting, c) saving, d) the final blow.
It doesn't matter how the combinations work. Monsters could be fighting murderers to save the hero; heroes could be monsters; monsters could be victims; murderers could be the anti-hero; etc. The scenes can also be either be based on actual stories (perhaps the Aspect's) or just something random. Have fun with it! - B. The Adventures of the Little Scarecrow. In one of the many parks, a few older residents are recounting the favorite children's tale, "The Adventures of the Little Scarecrow," a tale of a little boy scarecrow who leaves his cornfield to explore the world beyond. Small puppets are being used, but it looks like they could have some help. These are elderly folk and their hands aren't what they used to be. Just follow their narration, shouldn't be a problem. Or for those feeling a bit more daring, they can act out the roles instead, even mixing with the puppets for stand-ins.
» Roles: 1) the little boy scarecrow, 2) the scary wolf, 3) the friendly crow, 4) the lost pig.
» Scenes: a) a battle of wit with the crow; b) running from the wolf; c) helping the pig (crow aid optional); d) getting lost with pig and crow; e) return of the wolf; f) back home to the fields (did the others survive??)
There are a lot of variations of how the story can go, just keep in mind it's supposed to be kid friendly.

- A. House Hunting. Among the items found in the satchel is a set of keys. These keys will magically lead their new owner to the house they will be living in for as long as they are in the Realm of Stories. The home will be styled to fit the essence and the location will also be fitting of that essence. It could be within the main city of the Index, outside of town, underwater, in the air—anywhere! Now if only the keys didn't take their own through...interesting, winding routes. Like through a random bakery or down someone's chimney. Have fun!
- B. Decoration Wars. There is one particular section of the city that houses many of the more "ghoulish" storybook characters, and for this Halloween festival they've taken to their storybook roots to pull out the creepiest, ghastliest, and sometimes silliest decorations and themes possible. The thing is, they've become so overzealous that some of those decorations aren't just for show. With everyone on the block already high in competitive spirit, it's a bit of a war zone straight from a horror story as hanging skeletons and floating ghosts fight against one another via throwing pumpkins, rotten eggs, toilet paper, and stale candy to prove they have the scariest house. They may even pull one of the Aspects to try and win points.
- C. Pumpkin Carriage Rides. All the taxi and transportation carriages have been changed to fit the season, so there are giant pumpkin carriages drawn through the streets. The horses vary from skeletal, ghostly, and even headless, and while some are genuine, others are just painted to look the part. They still enjoy apples, carrots, and a good scratch on the neck as thanks! Now the insides of the pumpkins are usually clean and look almost like a real carriage, but a few may still have raw pumpkin or giant seeds stuck to the inside. And if someone says the phrase, "Bippity Boppity Boo" they run the risk of the carriage shrinking, expanding, or even changing into something else entirely. Of course, how would they even know of such a phra—oh look at that, someone carved the words in small print on the walls...
- D. Shopping Around. Everyone is arriving in a new set of clothes, and some may want to buy something more fitting of their own sense of style. Unfortunately they're going to have to wear something still in line with their essence's style, so compromises will need to be made. But hey, better to have multiple sets of clothes instead of wearing the same one all the time, right? It's not like this is a video game or something.
- E. To the Edge. Those who wish to venture out of the city to travel to the edge of the world are free to do so. They may even see remnants of the last Segment pathways that once connected the Index to a lost Book, letters of the destination scratched through. And within the Void they will see scattered, torn pages floating in the far distance, some actually disintegrating into the darkness right before their eyes.
¶ V. Wildcard. Make up your own prompt! Especially in regards to the festival, anything can really happen.
Capell | Infinite Undiscovery | Tamino (The Magic Flute)
[Capell has no trouble adapting to peculiar situations, so he's not that perturbed by his surroundings. Probably because he was never one to think too deeply. About anything. That is... until he comes across this town. The streets are littered with pumpkins, and several eerie decorations that he can't really make sense of. Or perhaps this is part of the reason he's been brought here? He stands in the middle of the street, puzzled, looking around and trying to make sense of the chaos unfolding before him.
He speaks up, to anyone in the immediate vicinity that might hear him.]
U-um... excuse me. Is this normal?
[At that precise moment, a flying pumpkin bursts mid-air, showering an unfortunate person below with goopy innards, while another pumpkin nearby explodes into flames, someone barely managing to escape being set on fire.]
Maybe not?
[He quickly approaches the nearest victim of one of the creepy pumpkins.]
Are you all right?
4D. Shopping Around;
[All right. Time to look for a sword. If what he's seen thus far is any indication of what's to come, he's going to need one soon. As well as a few other supplies. But there's a lot of clothing stores, and they're all packed. He doesn't care enough to change the clothes that he's wearing, with a combination of bright blue and lavender he stands out quite a bit, so he wanders aimlessly outside the shops, meandering through the crowds. Eventually, being overly distracted, he bumps into someone hard enough that they hit the ground. He inwardly panics a little, looming over the person almost immediately, and offering his hand.]
I'm sorry! Here, let me help you up.
(( closed to Aya; new home))
[Deep breath. So, no rest for the weary, huh? Saved one world, and off to save another. Strange how this all turned out, that before he can properly rest, and likely for an eternity, that he's needed to ensure the future safety of not just his world, but others. Can't have everyone's efforts wasted, or his life. But his companions, his friends, they won't ever know anything about what he's doing here. He's alone again, and while that's clearly not the main issue here, it's something he can't help but feel wash over him. He made so many friends, had a lover, but instead of being left with those as his final memories, he's got more work to do. Alone. Or not... entirely alone, there are others here that have been brought to help, but it's not the same, and he can't help but feel the way he does. Even so, it won't stop him from what needs to be done. He's been through so much, he's changed, just a bit, and he's far more capable, and confident, than he used to be.
Father... I'm going to need your help one last time. Think you can watch over me for just a little while longer?
It takes him some time to orientate himself, not wandering far from where he first arrived. He's been given a few things despite losing everything he had on him. And he's regained a flute. There will be time later to write some songs to distract himself, once he locates where he is staying. He doesn't look too deeply into the journal, just obtained the basic info with this... 'essence' he has; the colours of his outfit will take some getting used to. And he's now preoccupying himself with a map. He's disappointed he doesn't have his father's sword, what had been such an important memento for him will not be present on this latest journey. So it's probably best to head over to some shops and see what can be purchased. From there, well, who knows. Probably where ever he's staying? Might be nice to let everything sink in for the night. He's never been much of a planner, so wandering aimlessly while getting some supplies seems like a good idea...]
[Later that night...]
[Located not far into the woods is a little cottage, his new home, for a time. The first thing he notices is that it's pretty big for one person. Kind of lavish? It's just him. And growing up, he never had much, so this might be normal for most people, but he's used to staying at small inns when affordable, and sleeping outside. Not that he's going to turn down the opportunity to sleep in a nice, comfy bed. He's looking forward to that, just... not the alone with his thoughts part. He has a lot to reflect on, and it's got him feeling a bit inspired. Sad as the thoughts are, he can easily turn them into a nice melody.
Setting his few belongings down in the bedroom, he takes with him his newly purchased manuscript paper, flute, and a quill. But it doesn't feel quite right being cooped up inside when, outside, the stars are out. And this night sky looks far different than the one he remembers. Might be nice to sit under it while he writes music. So he heads out of the back door of the cottage, and sits down on the stone steps, looking up.
He only just severed the final chain not too long ago, and already he's wondering, hoping, that everyone is okay. Especially Aya. He hadn't meant to lie to her, and she took it the hardest. Serves him right, though. She always told him to be honest with her, but when such a critical moment came, he just... couldn't. Even after he promised that from now on he would. It wouldn't have been fair, the focus needed to be on freeing the moon, saving their world. Not about him. There was nothing that could be done. But she has everyone else now. And she'll be fine. She's so very strong-- much stronger than him. She's going to help rebuild the world with Edward, Michelle, Eugene, and all the rest. And he knows that she will take care of Sapran. The thoughts that come flooding into his head are bittersweet, yet strangely comforting. At the very least he will have enough to distract him...
He grabs the manuscript paper and the quill, and begins translating the conflict between his heart and mind onto paper.]
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Upon arriving she was pleasantly surprised that Gustav was with her - one thing from home that she wouldn't feel complete without. Her closest confidant. Now, anyway. It's embarrassing but she'd spent entirely too long sitting with him before starting to go about town. She'd concerned herself first with getting familiar with the Index before making her way home. Her home away from home. Near to it, she'd sent Gustav out to take a look around - there's no harm in him getting familiar with these surroundings.
And really, the place is beautiful, a little cottage just slightly into the woods. Nothing at all like Fayel, but it reminds her of the highlands outside of Halgita. She approaches the door with keys in hand. The funny thing is - there's light peeking through the windows and the door is unlocked. She frowns. There's no reason for this. Unless this has something to do with her essence? Though nothing she'd seen at the library indicated as much...
A breath and her fingers push the door open, the hinges creaking slightly. It's in this moment she regrets letting Gustav go off on his own, but she steps inside. Other than the lights, there's no indication that anyone had been here. Or so she thinks until she wanders into the bedroom. There are items on the nightstand and... a sword? ]
What..?
[ These definitely have nothing to do with her Essence at all. She hesitates before reaching for that sword, just in case. Someone still might be inside the house, and, well, it doesn't hurt to be prepared... ]
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He picks up his flute, and plays a couple of lines, puts it down, then continues writing a bit longer before he puts the quill down, satisfied. Capell has been working on it all night, but this tune came to him with such ease. Now, the only thing left is to hear how it sounds, if it flows together as it should.
Slowly, he lifts the flute to his lips, his heart beating a little quicker in anticipation. The song is meant to convey so much, it's one way he can truly express himself. This way has always been easier for him. And so, he closes his eyes and begins to play.]
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No.
She squeezes the sword tightly again. It can't be him, this is just some kind of sick joke. Whoever it is who broke into her house is going to get it. She tightens her feelings around her, pushes them down just like she has ever since they left the Moon and stalks out toward the back door, which, just like the front door is unlocked.
The profile she sees in the moonlight isn't immediately recognizable until her eyes adjust to the darkness outdoors. And then her hands loosen on the blade again, sword dropping down to her side. ]
No.
[ Her words are small, because she dares not hope. No matter what, she can't hope for who it might be. ]
It can't be.
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There's a million questions he wants to ask, and a million things he wants to say, but when he's finally able to breathe, when it all finally sinks in, he offers her a warm smile. For however long they have together here, even if it's just for a little while, he's thankful that she's with him. Any amount of time is precious.]
Aya...
[Her name is the only thing able to pass through his lips at the moment. Just the sight of her is enough to stir a thousand emotions within him, each one more overwhelming than the last. Is she still angry with him? There's a possibility that she might not want to see him. And after lying to her, he wouldn't blame her one bit.]
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No matter what he had said, she never expected to see him again, and doing so brings back all of those feelings she'd done her best to ignore. Tears brim in her eyes, and they loose when she hears her name. ]
Capell...
[ Her voice sounds plaintive, and despite herself she takes a step forward. It can't be real. He can't be real. But what is real is the resentment and sadness she still feels at being left behind bubbling up in the pit of her stomach. ]
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She might have taken the first step, but it's him that begins to move towards her, closing the gap. Slow, purposeful steps, the sound of the grass beneath his shoes impossibly loud. But they don't drown out the fierce beating of his heart, because that he can feel. Despite the complete and utter mess that he feels like, outwardly, he looks to be as calm as the last time she saw him. For all the times she gave him strength, he wants to repay her. To let her know everything is okay, even if it doesn't feel that way right now. Or might not be in the future... Just to have this time with her, and her with him, if that could be enough.
He stops in front of her and slips his flute into his belt before raising his hands, only to stop and hover just above her shoulders. They've been through so much, but it feels wrong to assume she's forgiven him. For lying to her. But he can't help but want to pull her close, and he watches her for a few seconds, as if to make sure she's real. Afraid that if he touches her that she might fade away.
Then he breaks the silence, his voice soft, but certain.]
Is it all right if I hold you?
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You said we'd return together.
[ Still plaintive, quiet and small. She wants to be held, wants to hold him so badly, but... This stings. After all, she'd agreed to come here, so wouldn't he have done so? Why had he chosen to come here and not return to her? ]
Liar. You liar.
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His voice only wavers slightly, becomes just a little quieter, a little shakier, but he tries to remain strong. To remind her of this rare opportunity they've been given.]
Not much time has passed, so I understand if you haven't forgiven me. But... we're together now, aren't we?
[This isn't how he wanted it to be between them the second he saw her here, before him, but he has no right to tell her how to feel. He'll accept whatever she decides. Even if it hurts.]
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It's been two years, Capell.
[ Two years and few days go by when she doesn't think of him and those times they'd all spent together. Her eyes had dropped to look at his collar, but now she's facing him, tears slowing and drying on her face. There's confusion starting to replace anger, her heart still aching inside of her chest. ]
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Two... years?
[He shakes his head in disbelief.]
But I saw you not long before coming here. I... I only just smashed the Onyx Chain.
[It all suddenly leaves him with an overwhelming amount of questions. That after all this time, she still hasn't forgiven him? What has she been doing? How has rebuilding the world gone? What of the others? That he... really didn't return. But that she is here, alive, brings him some peace. Things must be fine otherwise... And that's all he could hope for. He wanted, desperately, to make it back to her, he promised even though she didn't hear it, Ed having carried her off against her will, but... it must not have been possible.
He casts his eyes downward. He has no reason to doubt any of this- they were all pulled into this world by a book. It's no less unusual.
But...
This is all a bit much. Not because he regrets his sacrifice, but because he is seeing her after all this time has passed for her. Seeing what's become of her (and seeing her pain). Like he's some ghost from her past. The very thought causes his strength to waver, and for the first time he appears visibly shaken.]
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[ Her voice starts to rise in pitch as the tears threaten to overtake her again. Even though she's happy the chain was cut, even though she did her best to rebuild and move on, it was so hard. She did everything she could to ignore those thoughts and those feelings. Dominica and Gina did their best to distract her too, but every day hurt.
Her hands move, coming up between them to grab the fabric of his shirt, and tears start to fall all over again. ]
And I missed you so much.
[ Her gaze drops as she moves in against him, fingers tightening in his fabric. ]
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Still uncertain about touching her, he brings his hands upward, resting them atop hers.]
I... I am sorry. [truly, deeply- with every fiber of his being] I'm sorry that I couldn't be with you. And to see all the wonderful work you must have done.
[Because there's no doubt in his mind that no matter how distraught Aya was, that she'd do whatever it takes to protect others, to make sure they're safe, regardless of selfish thoughts. Ultimately, Aya will always choose to work hard for others to ensure that they receive the very best care. She's so determined, so dependable. And even if she spent those two years upset, that she's still here is a testament to her strength. And why he fell in love with her.]
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Ah, no harm done!
[This certainly isn't what he would call normal, but then again, what is normal anymore? He supposes that prankster jack o'lanterns are as likely as anything else.]
They're a lively bunch, aren't they? Especially for pumpkins.
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It's kind of gross.]
Before today, I didn't think pumpkins could be lively. And what are those tri-colored pellets they keep spitting out?
[Because they keep getting caught on and inside his clothes.]
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[He sounds more— excited than surprised, actually. As a matter of fact, it seems like Cyrus is almost enjoying the chaos they've all found themselves in the midst of.]
Perhaps some kind of seed?
[He follows Capell's gaze towards the pumpkin that seems to be having trouble holding its insides in.]
... that one seems to have fallen ill.
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But perhaps more concerning is that Capell is currently caught between being grossed out by a pumpkin vomiting, and thinking of different uses for eating them. And if those strange coloured pellets are seeds, are they as good as pumpkin seeds? Hm. There is enough scattered on the ground and everywhere else.]
... Seeds, huh? I wonder if they would taste good in pie.
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[Though intriguing as developing some new seed-based cuisine might be, Cyrus himself is useless in the kitchen. For his part, at least, he seems to be rather less disgusted by current goings-on than his new companion.]
Although— you may want to seek out a different source, given that this pumpkin is ill at best.
[Can it be called ill?]
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What could make a pumpkin sick? It doesn't even have a stomach.
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[To say the least.]
Given that we're meant to embody characters from different stories, I don't think it's too terribly bold to say that anything can happen here.
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Sounds like he's another Aspect, though!]
I'm used to strange events. And even though we all were invited here by a talking book, I still never imagined that food could become ill.
[It's not that he doubts this is happening, just that, well, he will get used to it. Eventually. This is less strange and more unbelievable, even if he's witnessing it.]
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[He sounds excited about it, at least, rather than concerned. He clears his throat, giving the pumpkin a sidelong glance as it continues to ooze— there are others nearby that are still aflame, as well, and he doesn't like the idea of them trying to divebomb him or his new friend.]
Perhaps we should relocate? I would very much like to discuss this place and its inner workings, but I'd rather not be set on fire if it can be at all helped.
[He could do without the pumpkin spilling its guts and tricolored seeds as well, to be perfectly honest.]
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Uh, right, of course!
[Moving, moving, moving... And once they are a relatively safe distance away-]
Have you been here long? Or did all of the Aspects get here at the same time?
[Aspects. It's still so... weird to be referred to as that. Is only powers they are borrowing? Some items? Or is there more? He still looks and feels like himself.]
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No more than a day— I think we're all newly arrived, or so seems to be the case with the other Aspects I've met.
[It's strange for him to refer to himself in such a way, as well, but he supposes they'll adapt quickly enough.]
It certainly is a lot to take in— thrilling in its own right, of course.
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[It's an interesting turn of events, considering the alternative. Though, this also means time is passing without him finding a solution to that alternative. If there is one. But this... this is nice. Being given the opportunity to not only further help out his world, but others.]
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