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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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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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ARIEL
Date: 2025-11-14 10:41 pm (UTC)~
It’s the middle of the night. You creep out of an inn room and out into the snowy cold of the outdoors, although you can see even in the gloom that above looms a cavernous ceiling. You are armed with a cake knife and not much else, but the cake knife holds a secret you are well aware of - anything it stabs into will become cake. You hope this will be the case for whoever your target tonight turns out to be.
Your hopes are quickly dashed as the only other person awake turns out to be a warrior in an ostentatious golden armor, their movements stiff and not unlike a ball-jointed doll rather than a person. The only thing you can think to do is flee, not that your legs can carry you very far very fast at all, given how physically feeble you are.
They catch up to you at the library, and in a flailing swing, you manage to knife something. Unfortunately, it’s the wall of the aforementioned library and not, in fact, your attacker. While the entire building does become cake as a result, it’s mostly a distraction as you continue to flee in terror, away from the snowy little town and deeper into caverns echoing with the sound of small waterfalls.
They catch up to you, of course, picking you up by the neck of your hoodie. And then, in those same stiff, inhuman movements, they begin to slam you into the nearest cave wall. It hurts, and you can feel your bones shattering upon impact, but... it’s a blessedly quick end as well, one final impact to the back of your skull causing everything to go black at once.