[Limelight] Vision Swap Visions 2: The Receivening

[aboveallthings]

[In your hand is a fidget cube, a rounded white cube accented with buttons, dials, and switches in the color of a certain Family on the ship.

Play with any of the fidget cube's six sides and you'll receive a vision. There are two problems with this:

1) some very important information seems to have been blocked out, and

2) you know, with a bone-deep certainty, that this vision isn't yours.

But if this vision isn't yours...then whose is it? Maybe the color of your cube is a clue.]

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[aboveallthings]

Your fidget cube's accents are Siren's Melodies teal.

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A man sits in his apartment with all the lights off, though a fair amount of city light filters in from the wide glass window. He's working on a styrofoam container of street food (skewers of meat and spicy peppers), and a can of beer. A second can sits across from him on the low table, opened but full. From his slumping posture on the couch, he seems quite tired.

He pauses with the last skewer halfway to his mouth, and flicks his gaze up at a rooftop across the street. A small creature ducks out of sight, not quite fast enough. He sighs and snaps his fingers twice; there's a brief glitching in the room around him, and the creature appears -- not exactly in the room, though, but in the wall...? It's somehow become a living, moving thing in the wall, like a cartoon. He watches it dash around the apartment's circumference, skittery and baffled.

"Yo," he greets it. "We meet again."

He finishes his food as it runs around awhile, then addresses it again. "One doesn't visit a temple without purpose. Once you're tired out, you can tell me why you're here."

It skids to a halt, eyeing him. "Don't you know...that ■■■■ need to go out for walks every day?" it hedges.

"You've been following me since I got off work. That's a little too much of a coincidence for just a regular walk."

It looks away, then tries a different tack. "You must actually be afraid of becoming a demon, aren't you?"

"I don't know what you're saying," he says after a moment, then snaps his fingers again. The creature tumbles out of the wall, onto the carpet.

"Forfeit the tournament! Before you become a public enemy!"

A raised eyebrow. "That's why you came here? And what if I refuse?"

A grim declaration: "Then I'll expose your real identity to everyone."

The man laughs, a single soft hah, and leans forward, pushing up his glasses. "Oh? I thought you'd already exposed me. How do they know I'm here?"

The creature startles and stares at the window -- at the small army of armed, uniformed men that have appeared outside the window.

The glass shatters inward, and the memory ends.