Bad witches only.

“…a small, white rabbit with red eyes?” While he knew of a rabbit goddess, her name wasn’t Onwa. “The only one I can think of that would be similar would be Yumigami, one of the Celestial Brush Gods. However, she resided in a place called the Celestial Plain; she was not a part of the Lunar Realm.” Though she most certainly had a tie to his former home. Perhaps there might have been a time where she would have been a patron god, but not anymore.

“…if I remind you of her, it is most likely due to our association with the moon.” And that would be where the similarities ended, at least in his mind.

“Oui. I know not of any gods, aside from those who reside in the Celestial Plain, along with the one whom is the origin of all that is good, who is also a mother to us all.”

So her hunch was dead-on. In respect to figuring out where Onwa currently was, she was still stuck on square one. At least learning a little about Waka’s home realm kept the feeling of disappointment at bay. Despite how little she knew of his gods, what she had learned had seemed familiar enough, despite his admission to the contrary.

“This mother goddess? Did she create all that there is? Even the other gods?” When Onwa spoke with her and her teammates, there was mention of a goddess who adorned the other gods with their power, as well as shaping the world into what it is now. In fact, Kelechi was supposed to find her, that she could restore Onwa to her real form...

“The goddess of the moon?” While he had met a god of the moon, and the daughter of a moon goddess, it was still strange for him to hear of the moon having any sort of deity. “I assume she looked similar to myself?”

He paused for a moment. “…the lunar realm I am from had been devoid of gods for many millennia. While we certainly had temples built to keep the worship alive, many of my people lost any and all faith and belief, instead pouring everything into technology and survival. 

While my world has other deities, my former home had none, so it is strange for me to hear of any.”

Considering the facts that multiple deities lived among them in near harmony, Kelechi wasn’t too surprised to hear that Waka had no knowledge of her patron. Although, Onwa’s curse and subsequent loss of power would have nicely explained why his people became apathetic towards the divine, even if it was no fault of her own.

“Eh, no. Onwa looked like a small white rabbit, with red eyes. The reason I nearly attacked you earlier was because she granted me my magic. But now that you’re not a monster, there’s something about you that reminds me of her.”

► “The problem with headwear is, well, these.” She didn’t hesitate to point to her Zoroark ears with her hands, which were pretty much fifty percent the paws of a Zoroark mixed with human hands, at the same time. “Because they’re so centered its a little hard to wear accessories. I put them too far forward and they fall off. I put them behind my ears? You can’t see them. So I usually opt for hairclips. Er… badass ones.” Tamae felt obligated to keep up the cool image she believed she was exuding here.

“So maybe the skull ones will do. I’m not sure if my girlfriend would like them though. …Not that our relationship is one where she dictates what we wear or anything. It’s just, you know, I don’t want to make her uncomfortable.” Gwin surely wouldn’t be, but she was just trying to be a good girlfriend.

“Actually, since that jacket is so big… If I did buy it, maybe I could buy a tight shirt that shows off my midriff? I already have a couple piercings there and I was thinking of getting a tattoo. That might look good.”

“Mmm...” The plane of her mouth flattened out a bit, considering carefully before speaking again. Despite the similarities in apparel, Kelechi had preferred a simpler style. That, and the fact that the two of them didn’t have many chances to hang out before now meant that most of her advice was either based on what Kelechi liked or otherwise throwing darts and seeing which hit the mark. Which was fine by her, after all how would they learn about each other unless they talk?

Maybe Tamae should consider a pair of earrings too. Maybe not the large crescent moons Kelechi sported presently or the smaller bats she was planning to get, but a smaller pair of spikes or studs would look nice contrasting the simple ribbon pinning her hair back.

moonbeam-power​:

“If it’s not in the theater, then the video store would definitely have it.” Nabor was practically brimming with joy, it would have been criminal to have him walk away empty-handed. Heck, Kelechi would let him borrow some of her movies if it meant making a horror fan out of the guy.

But she understood completely, if he was planning on surprising someone important to him, it had to be nothing short of flawless. “It’s a little light on the gore, but it’s great for digging deep into the more subtle aspects of the genre.”

▄▀  — “I’d prefer the theatre, but… hmm, maybe buying a movie would be a better idea.” Who could resist time at home, anyway? His ear flicks, and he looks up at the theatre, hesitant now. None of the movies it did have seemed that appealing, and while Gangrel liked mindless things sometimes, that didn’t mean he was a mindless person in general.

“Alright then, ‘psychological thriller’ it is. I doubt somewhere like this would sell tickets to anything of the sort, though, if it’s as thoughtful as you describe it to be.” When the horror section already looked lacking, what could he expect than the most blandest movies? 

“Oh?” He raised a brow, now curious by her words. Did she mean that there were a people similar to his own in her world? If so, then did they live on the moon, as well?

There was one way to find out.

“If you do not mind me asking; what was it about me that seemed familiar?”

“How do I put this...” She brought both hands up to her face, taking in a deep breath and considering her next choice of words.

“Before I came to this island, I was... adorned by the goddess of the moon. Even after, I met and befriended several gods just by sheer chance, so it seemed reasonable for you to be one.”

He chuckles a little under his breath and shakes his head. Getting lost? Ah, but wouldn’t that be the fun of it? “Not worried, no.” As if this place would let him get stuck in any one location for too long. It seems the powers at be love to play with their citizens, he’s learned as much in his time here.

“It’s always best to do these sorts of things in groups of two, however. If that matters much to you.”

Snickering a bit at the man’s relaxed drawl, Kelechi nodded once with the brim of of her witch’s hat mimicking her movement. This was a good time as any to use the powers that came with her current form.

“Well, since that’s settled, and there’s no rules against lighting our way...” Retrieving her glow stick-turned-magic wand, the young woman illuminated the path...revealing nothing but a very large forest at night. She mentally cursed herself for not having the foresight to bring a broomstick instead.

WHAT’S  YOUR  MUSE’S  SOCIAL  LINK?

to find your secondary & tertiary tarot cards, scroll down your result page to your answers/result totals.

PRIMARY:  THE PRIESTESS ↻ 72%

THE PRIESTESS is a symbol of hidden knowledge or other untapped power, wisdom, mystery and patience. Usually quiet, reserved, and very intelligent. Often modest and shy, and won't open up easily to others.

SECONDARY:  THE EMPRESS ↻ 66%

THE EMPRESS represents motherly, prosperity, creativity, sexuality, abundance, fertility and comfort which most often observed in maintaining peace.

TERTIARY:  THE FORTUNE ↻ 64%

THE FORTUNE Arcana symbolizes Fate and varying luck, fortunes and opportunities. What goes up will go down, what goes down will go up. You are aware of your fate, and attempt to seize your own destiny in spite of your seemingly-locked fate. Thus, you are typically involved with making important choices and decisions.

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► “Fashion trends are finnicky. What’s popular today might not be tomorrow, and I think that’s pretty tiring to think about it. So I don’t.” Wisdom or not, that didn’t change it wasn’t quite her own opinion. She had been forced to pose as a fashion designer for a hit once upon a time, back when she was using her powers just to get by. The Zoroark had learned more about the nature of the fashion industry back then than she probably would have liked otherwise. 

Then again, before coming to Spirale she hadn’t spent a lot of time as ‘herself’ in the past decade.

“Mm… I’m still thinking about the jacket, but maybe I’ll put it off for the time being and get a collar.” She waved towards the store’s selection. “Any thoughts on what would look good on me?” Considering her girlfriend’s pastel fashion sense it was nice to have a second opinion that was more in line with her own tastes.

“Heh, that’s a good look for you. Makes a great contrast with all the red.” Crossing her arms in a relaxed manner, Kelechi brought a hand to her chin, thinking on Tamae’s ensemble before speaking again. For a long moment, she was stuck on the fact that whatever the two of them bought here would likely be brought with them when they return home. Not that this would discourage her from spending her money, but it was an interesting notion nonetheless.

Of course, to have something to return home with, they would have to make a decision now. Well, after helping Tamae first. It would be rude to put it off, you know.

The woman’s words struck something with Jack. It was almost as though she managed to exactly pin down what one of his biggest weaknesses was. He’d preferred to help others, but actually reaching out or relying on others was something he struggled with heavily. He stayed quiet for a moment.

“Hm.” He considered his next words carefully. “I’m no stranger to helping others, even if it has been a while. I don’t intend to be swept up into chaos without a fight, after all.”

Oh, but introductions were important, right? She was already talking like they would definitely need to join forces, yet he hadn’t even given his name yet. “I’m Jack Rutherford.” Better late than never.

There was only a slight hesitation before the young woman returned the gesture, taking the proffered hand and giving a slight squeeze before introducing herself. “Kelechi Okafor. Though everyone just calls me Kelechi.”

As far as the first impressions and introductions in her life went, Jack’s was among one of the nicest she had in recent memory. So when he paused, distracted by something she may never know, she showed a bit of concern herself, before pushing her thoughts back down. Jack’s worries are his own, and it wouldn’t be right to press him on it.

     Madara laughs again at her words. Death was the one thing worth waiting for? Perhaps for him, but not so much for her! At least, that’s what he thinks, and he thinks he should say it, so he does: 

     “Now, nooow! Living is just as good as death!” he exclaims. “After all, how you live may determine where you end up after death…not that I believe in any of that ‘God’ and ‘Heaven’ stuff anyway.” He didn’t need to believe in it, because he was, 100%, for certain and for sure, going to Hell. 

     “I have experience in a looot of things,” he sings, “but most importantly, I’m an idol♪ Maybe I’ll start an idol business here… or something like that, hahaha!” He had to laugh: Him, of all people, starting an Ensemble Square in the middle of this city? It was funny. 

     “I’m here at the Boardwalk because it seems fun☆ And I’m always on the look out for some fuuun! What about yourself? By the way, you can call me Mama…☆”

His little speech managed to make her chuckle a little harder then before. Seems like this man didn’t have much experience with goths in his own world. “Pfft, alright then. Maybe it’s just how I feel, but considering the kind of place Spirale is, there’s likely no way of knowing where we would end up!” What with all the stories about people dying and waking up in bed later, it was possible that this land had no afterlife...

Although, a musician? She didn’t get that vibe from him. Of course, her taste in music was more trap than pop, so her word didn’t stand for much. “Impressive resume. I’m into science, myself.” Well, she was still in training, but she thought it more interesting to see how he’d take her word.

“Kelechi Okafor. Or just Kelechi if you prefer. And since you’re offering, I’d appreciate a chance to hang out and talk more about doom.” Nobody here really gave her a hard time for her interests, but since Mama was the first to share her fondness, it would be a shame not to follow through.

▄▀  — “Psychological thriller…?”

The name perked his ears, a genre he hadn’t heard before – barely heard any of these, given films weren’t his strong point. But it sounded interesting, and just perhaps… could be a good fit for himself and Gangrel too. Turning from the poster, Nabor set his hands together with quiet glee, ears still twitching with interest.

“That… that sounds appealing. Is there anything of that sort? If it’s terrifying and full of blood, I’m sure Gangrel will enjoy it too.” At least, he could hope, but with the help of someone who clearly knew what she was talking about, he hadn’t a need to worry at all.

“If it’s not in the theater, then the video store would definitely have it.” Nabor was practically brimming with joy, it would have been criminal to have him walk away empty-handed. Heck, Kelechi would let him borrow some of her movies if it meant making a horror fan out of the guy.

“Ah.” He wasn’t entirely sure how to respond to such information, although it was good to know that this woman knew enough about this world to know that events like that weren’t uncommon. “Sounds like a very interesting turn of events, indeed. I’m no stranger to adversity, but I do like knowing what I’m getting myself into.”

Not that Jack chose to be plucked from his sphere of existence to be dropped into a completely unfamiliar one, but there wasn’t too much he could about it besides survive, he supposed.

“I like to think I’m pretty capable. But no matter how capable you might seem, everything can turn on its head in an instant if you aren’t prepared.”

Pulling her gaze off of the man, she looked back up to the heavens. “It’s funny, now that I can look back on it all, there’s only one thing those instances had in common.” Kelechi paused here, gathering her thoughts so could eloquently make her point. “No matter the circumstances, somebody was always willing to help me. Even if was as little as giving me advice. When it really mattered, I was never alone.”

There were times she certainly felt alone. Times at night where she missed her sister’s laughter, or her mentor’s gentle voice. Though, despite being surrounded by theoretical strangers, she was always willing to stand alongside them.

PLUTO

     Madara gives a laugh. He’s surprised anyone heard him at all, to be honest. He’s not thrown off or anything, though! Mama’s always prepared for any sorts of conversations, especially those that he’s initiated. 

     “I actually have no experience in the construction of roller coasters,” he starts to explain, as they move a little closer to the front of the line, “nor the deaths that come during or after construction! Buuut, it’s a fun thing to think about, isn’t iiit? Especially as we inch closer and closer to our not-so-probable doom!” 

While her arms folded in a sort of loose relaxation, Kelechi regarded the young man before her. He seemed like your average college-age guy, but the simple fact the two of them managed to find common ground with no effort had to mean something, right?

► “Mm…” Tamae pondered the choice of studs. She had plenty of piercings in her ‘regular’, pointed ears, though her Zoroark pair remained untouched since it would be hazardous to pierce them. If she did and they got caught on something there was no doubt in her mind that they would tear. Her answer was fairly matter-of-fact, though. “I don’t really judge based on fashion, so I wouldn’t make any assumptions like that.”

“Everyone has their own, unique tastes. I don’t think it’s reflective of age, really. Just wear what makes you feel good and be confident. Anyone can pull anything off if they want to.” Was she being too preachy? She didn’t normally talk to others about fashion. “Maybe I’m wrong though? I don’t know… I just don’t not wear things because I’m concerned about how others will judge me.”

While Tamae’s speech wasn’t exactly pithy, Kelechi was still flattered that she was so quick to give her honest opinion. Despite only meeting her earlier today, it felt like they already knew each other for some time now. “That’s a very good point. I mean, I’m not trying to impress others, so what does it matter how they think? If they don’t like it, it’s none of my concern. Thanks for reminding me.”

Jack hadn’t expected to be engaged in conversation at all. Most of the people he had known in his time tended to be mistrustful–whether in general or of him specifically, he didn’t know, nor did he care–but he couldn’t say it was a completely unwelcome turn of events, given the circumstances.

“I agree. While I don’t understand much of what’s going on with this island, the stars feel like a tie to my old home.” He gave a small scoff. “Even if I couldn’t see them often due to the red mist.” He finally looked down from the stars to look at his newfound conversation partner.

“Is it always like this here?”

It was a welcome relief that this fellow was amiable and willing to converse. The fact that he earnestly reciprocated put a larger smile onto her face. His question, on the other hand, nearly caused her to bark out a bitter laugh. Sure, this island seemed fair and peaceful now, but it was only a matter of time before the “Stars” see fit to mess with them in some way.

“Honestly... Times like this are common, but eventually something will happen and put us into harm’s way.” Kelechi leaned forward, as though she were sharing a secret before talking again. “Last time it happened, I was marooned on a desert island!”