#decompking

muse name: joshua kiryu

trial number: one

trial task: 

You have progressed.

In this world of white, the snow remembers your footsteps. Is this what you want? Is this where your wish will take you, further and further? You must remember yourself as you continue forward.

The Fields of Theama call for you. In their crystal city of ice, the reflections of things familiar and unfamiliar will rise to greet you like an old friend. Venture inwards and listen to your soul. You must brave the maze and return with something from your own world. Reach into the looking glass, abandoning riches and temptations. What you pull out will be your own, and only your own.

Travel well, search well, believe well.

May Diaidem bless you.

link to trial thread / drabble: here! word count is 1820

requested item: a bag of the house blend from wildkat

requested power: freeze frame

which would you like to imbue with more strength?: power

In this land of ice and snow and sorrow, you have prevailed.

It is one step. Take care to remember that the path you take has an ending beyond your vision.

Pray before the statue of Her Lady within Her holy abode and reminisce about what you desire. The glass shines.

A breeze washes over you, sending a certain chill to your pocket. You take out its contents, looking over the orange flip phone with a curious look. Flipping open the screen, you see that the device is on; one app in particular standing out amongst the rest. Freeze Frame has been returned to you, but now, you see that it’s abilities have grown stronger: it can now paralyze people for a full minute, and leaves them lagging in movement for three minutes after… Then, a photo shows on the mobile device: a generously filled bag of the blend you so missed from WildKat sitting on your bed… If this is a sign, then it must mean that it’s back at home. Maybe it’s time to relax, just for a moment.

     whistles are, in fact, fuckin’ creepy. 

     not that it took much convincing. just seeing one of them out there in the great white was enough to creep him out. admittedly, axel may have taken out some of his frustration on the thing - it’s been a while since he’s been able to seriously use his chakrams in combat. that definitely resulted in an overkill sort of situation... but overkill’s better than getting his life-force sucked out of him or something equally shitty, right?

     in fact, he was able to make such short work of the thing that axel didn’t even realize that he was bleeding until he got back to the village. the sight of red blood dripping on the snow - as well as the literal trail of it behind him - made him pale. raising his arm and feeling that sharp zing of pain, he realized that he was totally sliced on the arm. the attack tore through his coat and his skin. when did that even happen?! 

     after thinking about just ignoring it (and potentially dying in some gruesome way) or treating it himself (and potentially dying in yet another gruesome way), he decided to head on over to the warmhouse and get it checked out by someone who actually knows what they’re doing.  

     “it’s not a big deal,” he tells the person who works here. “didn’t even feel it when it happened.” he grimaces. “must’ve been that stupid thing’s claws. what the hell’s up with those whistles, anyway?” 

    ❝ my keyblade... looks like sora’s? ❞ the comment this passerby makes somehow amuses her, yet also confuses her. there’s a sense of familiarity from him that seems misplaced, but perhaps it was simply due to his connection with sora. it always seemed to be the case, after all. the brunet seemed to have a plethora of connections that baffled her ( but it was nice to know so many people kept him in their heart just as he kept them in his ).

    “well... it’s not as though i took it from him,” she assures, sounding and looking awkward. “it’s... mine.” sort of. if she were borrowing it from sora, but was still able to have it despite him also having it, doesn’t that make it hers? just thinking about it made her head ache, just a tad. 

thread page is right here!

the submitted thread is this finished one here with a total of 3105 words.

acknowledged.

he who was slayed has been refreshed anew.

he who has slain has been shackled.

It seemed a peculiar tradition, though one Ophilia watches with interested bemusement. It makes her think of the arena, of fighting for joy and honour -- so much that she can’t help but imagine Olberic taking over the competition if he was here. A soft smile surfacing -- somewhat sad, perhaps, if you were to look at the right moment -- she turns to move away from the sword dancing, stopping only as a young boy stops her in her tracks.

She tilts her head, surprised. “A partner...?” Her face flushes, as she laughs politely. “Well, I’m hardly an expert with a sword -- but it’s all in good fun, isn’t it?” Her own embarrassment was hardly anything in comparison to ignoring the request of a child.

thank you for letting us know! everything seems to be in order.

Welcome to Eidolon, traveler. Wishes have brought you far, and we know they will only bring you further.

You will find your residence in Bunkhouse #1, and though it is rather empty for now, we hope you feel at home. Your flip phone sits on your mattress... you’ll probably be disappointed to find that there is no service here.

Search, seek, persist. Take heart in your heart.