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[popdrop] H1: Spectre & Poppy

[The first thing you notice is how dark it is. It’s really, really stinkin’ dark. You can’t see anything. Even if you naturally have the ability to see in the dark, well, not anymore. Which may be the second thing you notice - any powers you have, any magic is gone. Silenced. You can’t feel it, similarly to when you’re in the theme park, with an additional sense of anxiety and loss surrounding the inability to tap into it. Even a heightened sense of emotion won’t bring them back, like it might in the theme park. If you have other powers of some kind, enhanced physical capabilities or the like, they’re either gone or significantly reduced as well. You feel extremely normal and it doesn’t feel good.]

[Whether you stay still or stumble along in the dark, at least it’s not too long. You eventually catch notice of something illuminating the darkness. You find yourself drawn to it. It's a small spherical glass object. Near the edges, it's black, but bits of purple and violet appear, gradually brightening and swirling together in a spiral shape at the center. The spiral at the center is bright enough to bathe you and the surroundings in a soft violet light. As you get closer, you can feel voices coming from the sphere. You can’t tell what they’re saying, but maybe if you were closer. You feel a deep desire in your stomach to just…reach out….]

What are you doing?

[The voice, a woman’s voice, comes from behind you. You didn’t hear anybody approaching, but you’re immediately filled with an intense sense of foreboding. You turn and look, but you can’t see anything. The darkness is once again overpowering, the violet glow from the object next to you being the only thing that isn’t swallowed up by it. All you can make out in the darkness is what may be someone’s face and…two eyes. With nothing in them. Pitch-black.]

You touched the Heart…

You touched MY Heart!?

[There’s a lot of anger and it’s not making that sense of foreboding go away. The darkness and the person(?) inside it advance towards you, slowly engulfing the violet glow around you. Just when you’re thinking you’re gonna have to decide between fight or flight, here — something moves.

Towards you.

You feel something punch into your chest and before you know it, you’re on the ground, searing pain running through your upper body. A few things briefly pass through your senses. You hear a loud scream. If you tilt your head up, you can see a long black spike…embedded in your own chest. And you can taste… …yup. That’s your own blood.

That’s about as far as you get before consciousness leaves you.]

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Oh...well. I guess everything is manufactured from something you find on the Earth...

That's an interesting way of thinking about it!

I mean, that's how it is.

Its why nature magic is the most versalite magic there is. Holy people have a range of life and death magic plus their god's domain. Wizards can't heal at all. Warlocks, sorcerers, bards, they only retain so much even with diverse choices.

Nature magic may not as be an effective healer as a holy person, or as destructive as a wizard, but we can fulfill the needs of our people because we adapt.

Mmn...it sounds incredible.

I want to become a witch, but. I've only ever learned one kind of magic.

...it'd be nice to be able to learn others.

Everyone is capable of learning nature magic. At least back home, though I don't see why it'd be beyond people in other worlds. Nature is everywhere.

Um...

[She starts to say something, then waves her hand. Apparently, she doesn't wanna talk too much about that.]

A-anyway! Like I said, I don't think it'll matter too much what kind of memory you share...as long as it's one that's at least kind of important to you, hopefully it'll work!

Hmmm. Okay. [And now she will touch/pick up Puck for memory!]

[She doesn't often make things for people. At least not permanent things. But she loves architecture and she knows what its like to feel like you can't be somewhere.]

[Its why it was important, to make Spectre something good. And even if he fights it, unsurprising, she can tell he's happy.]

[It's Worth It.]

Oh...oh wow.

Did you make that room for him?

Hmm, yeah. He just wanted a basic room.

But if we could make anything, then we should.

That's because of, um. The Fae, right?

[While this conversation happens, you can hear a door opening in the hallway.]

That must be so amazing, to live in a place like that...

...it was really nice of you to do that for him. It looked like it made him really happy.

Yes.

Well, that's a bit of a mixed bag. Though honestly, that can be a lot of interaction with the fey. Sometimes good, sometimes a nightmare. But I did like getting to work on so many rooms!

....he has a hard time making himself happy.

So I'm gonna. Until he learns. And then I'm gonna kill the person who hurt him like that. [:D]

S-so....

Someone hurt him.

And it. Wasn't someone in that place where the Fae all brought you to?

No, it wasn't the fae.

But druids know how to walk planes. I just have to get a little stronger and I'll find him.

'Him'?

Wh-who is it?

Spectre. I'm going to find Spectre.

Oh. Um.

[She waves her hands. Embarrassed.]

I-I mean. Sp-spectre is your friend and Hex's boyfriend, right? I just mean. Wh-who's the person who hurt him?

[Wait, Hex's what.]

Wait, Hex is his girlfriend?

--- you should go check the room that was just opened!

I, um.

I think something is burning in the oven!

[And she scurries off to...her own room. Not the kitchen. Okay.]

Wait a second!

[She will follow Nell to her room!] Does Spectre know?

S-sorry, I can't hear you over the shower!

[...there isn't a shower in that room.]

[I will barge in here.]

Nell, is this a thing she's talked about to Spectre, or is this....romantic feelings?

[...the door opens a tiny crack.]

....I-I know I'm technically just an abstraction that represents Nell inside of her Heart, but...

I don't want Hex to get mad at me for blabbing.

Thus is important information that can end in a lot if hurt if not handled correctly.

Th-that's why I don't wanna say anything! I already said too much! I-I don't want someone to get hurt cause I shared something she wasn't ready to share yet!

[Well, that's. Kind of an answer.]

Okay.

So its romantic feelings. That's good. That means nothing terrible has happened yet.

[Because Spectre is A Mess and she knows just how deep it goes.]

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