XIX - The Sun

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𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒; 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖋 𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖕𝖙.1

change pronouns, tenses and other details as deemed necessary. quotes from episodes 1-5, slightly edit for rp purposes. & please specify muse when sending to a mumu.

"No  live  organism  can  continue  to  exist  sanely  under  conditions  of  absolute  reality."

"When  I  was  a  kid,  my  brother  taught  me  how  to  spot  faces  in  clouds."

"This  is  a  master  key.  It’s  supposed  to  open  any  of  the  doors  in  the  house."

"I  believe  you."

"And...  I  mean,  that  fucked  me  up  pretty  bad."

"But  in  the  meantime...  if  you're  feeling  overwhelmed  and  you  think  nobody  will  understand,  you  can  talk  to  me."

"You  know,  there's  not  a  single  record  of  this  basement.  It's  not  on  any  of  the  blueprints."

"This  whole  house  is  cold."

"Just  because  someone's  a  good  person,  just  because  you  care  about  them...  doesn't  mean  they  won't  burn  you."

"Yeah,  I'm...  I  don't  know,  I'm  cold."

"This  house  is  bad,  [name].  It's  bad."

"It's  been  like  that  since  we  were  kids.  It's  a  twin  thing."

"I  told  you  not  to  follow  me.  Why  did  you?"

"My  little  Houdini."

"I  just  wanted  to  make  sure  that  you  were  okay."

"You  just  have  to  trust  me  on  this.  I  haven't  been  wrong  before,  have  I?"

"You're  really  freaked  out,  huh?"

"I  know  we're  all  going  to  have  a  lot  of  feelings  about  that...  some  more  than  others."

"Get  up,  we  have  to  get  out  of  here.  Right  now."

"You  know  how  when  you  take  one  of  your  pictures,  you  capture  something  forever,  just  the  way  it  is?  Stories  do  that,  too."

"What,  is  the  guilt  getting  in  the  way  of  your  new  lifestyle?"

"I  stayed  as  quiet  as  I  could,  thinking  maybe  he'd  just  stay  down  there.  But  then  I  heard  a  creak...  that's  how  I  knew  he  was  coming."

"Dreams  can  spill,  just  like  a  cup  of  water  spills  sometimes."

"Dancing  in  the  red  room.  Don’t  step  so  loud."

"Something's  bothering  you  tonight."

"It's  time  to  wake  up,  sweetheart."

"Now  you  have  to  get  dressed  for  bed.  I  have  something  you  can  wear.  Middle  drawer  of  my  dresser."

"Sorry  for  everything  I  said.  I  should  have  always  believed  you,  about  everything."

"I've  missed  you.  So  much."

"And  I  see  an  accident  waiting  to  happen  if  you  don't  pull  those  ropes  down...  bodies  swinging  back  and  forth  right  there."

"Pretty  soon,  I  start  seeing  that  little  dead  girl's  face  everywhere."

"Just,  maybe  it's  a  middle  child  thing,  but  I  just  would  rather  focus  on  living  my  actual  life."

"I'm  having  a  total  déjà  vu  right  now."

"The  dumbwaiter  is  not  a  toy,  it  can  be  dangerous."

"I  just  feel  kind  of  weird  about  how  I  left  the  other  night."

"I  mean,  I  don't  know,  what  do  people  usually  talk  about?  How  are  you?  How  was  your  day?  Stuff  like  that."

"I'm  so  sorry,  I  didn't...  I  couldn't...  I  couldn't  help  her."

"Most  times,  a  ghost  is  a  wish."

"I  mean,  I  feel  like...  I  can  feel  him  here  sometimes."

"I  told  you  she  was  in  trouble.  I  told  you  to  find  her."

"You  can  hold  onto  it  tonight,  and  when  you're  older,  I'll  give  you  this  one."

"I'd  like  you  to  answer  me  now."

"I'm  frozen.  I  can't  talk  or  move  my  arms  or  legs.  I  usually  start  to  panic,  and  my  breath  gets  fast  and  heavy."

"Sleep  paralysis  is  actually  more  common  than  you  think,  but  it's  completely  harmless."

"The  night  after  he  died.  It  started  with  drops  of  water."

"Stand  here…  is  it  cold?  Do  you  feel  cold?"

"I'm  pretty  good  at  secrets."

"You've  never  cared  about  anyone  more  than  yourself,  and  that's  sad."

"You...  You  believe  me,  right?"

"Now,  I've  been  called  a  lot  of  things  in  my  life,  but  'fearless'  is  not  one  of  them."

"They  say  she's  a  nightmare,  but  she's  real."

"You  might  want  to  come  up  with  an  excuse,  though.  You  know,  something  that's  gonna  piss  her  off  less  than  the  truth."

"You...  you  fixed  her."

"The  mind…  it  is  a  powerful  thing.  Especially  the  grieving  mind."

"Yeah?  And  how  old  were  you  when  you  came  out?"

"She's  not  mean...  she's  scared."

"It's  just  a  carcass  in  the  woods.  It's  just  a  carcass...  in  the  woods."

"You  know,  you're  supposed  to  protect  me.  But  you  say  the  meanest  things  to  me  when  I  try  to  tell  you."

"It’s  funny,  you  think  you’d  scream  when  you  see  something  like  that,  but  you  don’t.  You  just  stare."

"Hallucinations  are  actually  fairly  common  because  of  the  disrupted  boundary  between  your  dream  state  and  your  wakefulness."

"And  I'm  gonna  be  right  here,  right  there  with  you.  All  the  way,  just  like  you  were  for  me,  okay?"

"She's  going  to  have  a  pretty  messed  up  view  of  death  coming  out  of  this  no  matter  what."

"That’s  okay,  I  get  scared  too  sometimes."

"She  doesn’t  talk,  even  if  I  yell  at  her.  She  just  stares  at  me.  And  her  eyes  must  hurt...  because  she  doesn’t  blink."

"You  don't  have  to  help  me.  I'll  find  her."

"Don't  touch  me!"

"We  didn't  know  you  were  into...  uh,  bridesmaids?"

"He  was  dead.  He  was  dead  and  she  was  back."

"I  want  the  gates  and  doors  locked.  I  want  the  only  keys.  I  want  to  know,  every  day,  that  it’s  empty."

"Do  you  remember  what  we  talked  about  before?  About  our  dreams?"

"Hill  House  [or  location],  not  sane,  stood  by  itself  against  its  hills,  holding  darkness  within."

"I'm  sorry  to  bring  this  up  again,  but...  why  the  hell  would  she  go  to  that  house?"

"She  never  stays  after  dark."

"I  didn't  understand  then,  but  I  guess  I  do  now."

"You're  a  crazy  kid,  you  know  that?"

"I  believed  you.  I  always,  always  believed  you."

"The  house  had  stood  so  for  a  hundred  years  before  my  family  moved  in,  and  it  might  stand  for  a  hundred  more."

"…  And  whatever  walked  there,  walked  alone."

"When  you're  little,  you  learn  how  to  see  things  that  aren't  there.  And  when  you  grow  up,  you  learn  how  to  make  them  real."

"Hold  on  to  me,  very  tight.  Keep  your  eyes  closed.  No  matter  what  you  hear,  don’t  open  them."

"What  matters  is  you  want  to  change."

"She  fucking  knew  better...  and  she  did  it  anyway."

"You  see?  Nothing  scary  at  all."

"This  is  where  he  died."

"Don't  worry,  [name].  I  don't  expect  you  to  believe  me."

"Touch  me."

"And  she  buried  it  so  deep  she  had  to  make  up  a  monster  just  to  compartmentalise  and  cope."

"That's  the  first  step:  imagine  the  worst  thing  possible,  assume  it's  true,  and  go  from  there."

"You  had  another  nightmare?  You  can  sleep  with  me  for  tonight."

"There's...  something  down  here."

"They  don't  believe  me  about  anything."

"Should  we  talk  about  your  day,  or  would  you  rather  come  to  bed?"

"You  get  in,  lock  the  doors,  don't  unlock  until  you  see  me  come  outside."

"No,  no,  no,  no,  no,  no!"

"I'm interested in what services you have to offer."

A tall man in a black coat is outside her wagon, appraising it with a smile of some sort while clasping his gloved hands behind his back.

"A fortune teller? Did I hear that right?"

He finally looks in her direction, setting himself into action and holding his left hand out for a shake.

"I am indeed a fortune teller," she answered, reluctantly turning to face him fully. "I remember him. Did he... send you to me?"

It wasn't uncommon for a patron to refer a friend to her. However, Sibyl got the feeling that this man was no friend of Alder's. She would keep that to herself for now. Just in case her suspicion was ill-placed.

psy·chic adjective relating to or denoting faculties or phenomena that are apparently inexplicable by natural laws, especially involving telepathy or clairvoyance.

he sniffs, peering down at the spread once more. sibyl's quick turnaround, especially when paired with her dramatization, might be considered foolish, if it were not true — many people could stand to learn from him. why stop at just one student when he has surely earned the ear of at least one hundred? the stars of course, having perished ages ago, would not know anything about that. still, it could serve as a decent enough start, he supposes.

his gaze snaps onto her outstretched hand, regarding it carefully. it seemed she had no intention of letting faba run her out of town under the pretense of fraud, though she planned to leave soon enough. to accept would only make things more interesting between them, as he knew without a shadow of a doubt that he would be keeping a vigilant eye on the stand either way.

worst case? she gets the satisfaction of being right, and he is stuck with some nosey ward, as he would choose to see it. best case? he gets paid, as well as the most delectable I told you so! that he's been treated to in years. how could he resist?

Though perhaps there was one way for her to get some instant gratification from this meeting.

"Yes, I am sure all of my accomplishments have simply been nothing more than one long lucky streak," said Sibyl as she leaned back casually in her chair. Crossing her legs, Sibyl folded her hands neatly in her lap before locking eyes with Faba. She stared him down as the cards on the table began to move on their own.

One by one, each card rose up off the table and slipped itself neatly into the deck sitting in front of Sibyl. Then the deck shuffled itself for the next client to come.

He hardly has the time to register just what it is he's looking at before 'Cheese' is hopping up into his lap, and by that point he'd accepted it completely. His grin's as wide as can be, sufficiently distracted by the friendly Pokémon enough so that he greets the little guy, thanks him for coming to see him, and then lays his hand down with his palm facing the Chingling in case it wanted some affection.

Remembering why he was here in the first place, Alder returned his attention to the lady across from him,

Her attention turned to her cards as she began to shuffle the deck. Once thoroughly shuffled, Sibyl selected a card from the top, middle and bottom of the deck before laying them out between herself and Alder. Then she waved her hand over the cards, the cards seemingly flipping themselves over with the motion.

Sibyl looked over the cards, stroking her chin as she considered their meanings. Her smile slowly faltered when she realized what the cards were telling her.

"The Lovers and Justice. Both in reverse," she started, motioning to the first and middle card.

"Together these cards paint the picture of a tragedy," she went on. "You have lost a partner— a Pokemon that was dear to you. That is what the Lover's tell me. As for Justice, you blamed yourself for the loss and let the grief weigh on you."

Then she motioned to the last card.

"The Moon represents many things. From illusions and trickery to confusion and secrets. However, here it tells me that you have or that you will confront the part of yourself that clung to the grief that steered you away from your path."