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[OPEN] + [NETWORK] Be Not Afraid...
"Most curious..."
Philemon's Servant elucidated the nature of the place she now stood in; a nexus between dreams and reality, mind and matter who's surroundings changed shape to accommodate those who passed through. She was sure she wouldn't even be allowed to enter such a place, seeing as she lost her Wild Card status when Yaldabaoth forced divinity on her, but the Velvet Room's Master seemed to think otherwise, explaining that even non-Wild Card users even found themselves here.
It was easier to accept this than most others would think. But she was now a Messenger without a message to convey, and no desire to do so again for no-one but herself. She was Zadkiel, patron of Mercy and Forgiveness, but she was also still Gogo Akechi, someone who valued free-will and found irony in her new station. And that had only gotten stronger, despite her changes.
So, she decided to exercise the right of all those under heaven, and explore this pocket of between-reality.
[OPTION 1]
You stumble across a most curious sight; a woman, clad in silks and gold armor, and a massive pair of white wings. Despite how much this person stands out, it seems like none of the cognitive patrons think it's strange. She is a stoic monolith, and she's...listening to the music of Jazz Jin, sipping a rainbow coloured mocktail. A mundane action, contrasted by her appearance, and the chipped, broken spear she has leaned against the chair next to her.
Do you approach?
[OPTION 2 - Network]
A message one day appears on the Network;
Philemon's Servant elucidated the nature of the place she now stood in; a nexus between dreams and reality, mind and matter who's surroundings changed shape to accommodate those who passed through. She was sure she wouldn't even be allowed to enter such a place, seeing as she lost her Wild Card status when Yaldabaoth forced divinity on her, but the Velvet Room's Master seemed to think otherwise, explaining that even non-Wild Card users even found themselves here.
It was easier to accept this than most others would think. But she was now a Messenger without a message to convey, and no desire to do so again for no-one but herself. She was Zadkiel, patron of Mercy and Forgiveness, but she was also still Gogo Akechi, someone who valued free-will and found irony in her new station. And that had only gotten stronger, despite her changes.
So, she decided to exercise the right of all those under heaven, and explore this pocket of between-reality.
[OPTION 1]
You stumble across a most curious sight; a woman, clad in silks and gold armor, and a massive pair of white wings. Despite how much this person stands out, it seems like none of the cognitive patrons think it's strange. She is a stoic monolith, and she's...listening to the music of Jazz Jin, sipping a rainbow coloured mocktail. A mundane action, contrasted by her appearance, and the chipped, broken spear she has leaned against the chair next to her.
Do you approach?
[OPTION 2 - Network]
A message one day appears on the Network;
{I wish to introduce myself to the Sons of Adam, Daughters of Eve and Children of God that have come to know this place; I am Zadkiel, and I preside over Forgiveness and Mercy. But I was not always so. I was once the Daughter of Eve known as Gogo Akechi. We fell under the sway of Yaldabaoth, who forced divinity on us, and if were not for Joker and his rebellious thieves granting mercy on me themselves, I would have died for certain.}
{I understand that various other Akechis have appeared here. I go by either Gogo Akechi, or Zadkiel, as both are true of me. That said, I know there is already a Gogo Akechi here, so it makes more sense to refer to me as the latter. Be not afraid to ask any questions of me.}
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"Oh, come the fuck on, you bird brain! I don't expect forgiveness, but I at least expect a distinct lack of hypocrisy!"
And there she was, a hand held on her hip, like she wasn't clad in angelic silks, like divine wings didn't sprout from her back.
Like she was a Daughter of Eve...
"Whatever... Leave. Like you wouldn't do the same in my situation. Ponder that while you fuck off and whine about it..."
She too, was an Akechi...
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It crept in like ice in his veins, the urge to don the hated and familiar mask, the smile that had so often been both sword and shield. He let it take him, let that poisonous honey coat his voice, knowing full well that she- being what she was- would recognize it. Because...
Because if he didn't. Then he was going to throttle her, with her wings and her stupid silks and her golden fucking hair- No. If he did that, then it'd be war. War in the Velvet Room, and everyone would be dragged in again. Because of him. He'd rather have pissed on his mother's grave. So instead- he smiled. "Point of order, Zadkiel, removing myself from a situation that's likely to inspire me to breathtaking violence is, in fact, exactly what you... didn't! Do. But it's alright. I forgive you. I'm probably going to vent a little bit to some of my friends, but that's natural and healthy, and after today, well. This... minor altercation isn't going to bother me at all. You're the one who's going to have to decide if it bothers you at all that you couldn't manage an apology for attempted murder. Would that have helped? I'm not sure. But I hear tell on very good authority that it starts... with 'sorry'."
He bowed, respectfully, opening a portal and backing through it. "Enjoy your evening~"
The portal closed.