GRAVEYARD
Graveyard
Reflexively, you curl tighter. Just another minute. Just another minute of sleep is all you need, but the sun waits for no one. Wait. The sun? After many days and nights with only moonlight to guide you, your eyes snap open and your pupils contract at the light.
It's been a while, hasn't it?
Bask in this euphoria for however long it lasts, until your memory snaps back against your mind like a rubber band. Weren't you dead? No matter how you met your end, you certainly remember dying in vivid detail. The pain that corresponds to the last moment's of your life chooses then to make itself known, trying to wriggle free from your skin almost literally. That mark on your skin wasn't there before either.
Take a moment to breathe and get your bearings, and really take everything into focus. The warm rays of sun that dance upon your skin are colorful and fragmented like a kaleidoscope, the effect of being filtered through stained glass. Of all the places to wake up, it seems you're inside a church that's no stranger to you, St. Mary's Basilica. While the odds are good you've woken up with company somewhere near by, the glint of gold from the altar will likely catch your attention regardless—embedded deep in the altar stands a golden staff, two sculpted wings draped down its sides.
While some things are the same, and some things are different, there are still more questions than answers. But the inscription engraved into the roof of the ceiling of the Church, now visible in proper lighting seems rather apt: Welcome to Krakow (again).
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[ Bad idea but she is stubborn. ]
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I will not let this spiral out of control anymore than it already has. Are you saying you would be willing to watch over them, even if they were to become a full fledged manifestation? They would be full beasts at that point, and not the frail shadows Lady Coward parades at trial.
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Please tell me everything you know about containing them or slowing down their transformation.
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You're a fool. [ ... ] My flames are one in the same with the powers you gained with the help of Lady Coward. We call it many things, but only those powers are able to harm manifestations—physical weapons unless they're enchanted are useless. Similarly given the state of your vessel, you could also use your "body" but if you are injured gravely then this event will repeat itself. [ So don't go taking mortal damage, it is very bad. ]
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[he just takes that in. It's good news, as well as being more in line with what he had expected before she actually erased someone from existence. He'll keep that to himself.]
Enchanting sounds promising, but I'm guessing we don't have the means? If so, using my powers and body is fine with me.
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[the gacha is still a thing.]
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[he pulls Tibbles The Kitty a little bit out of his cape.]
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[well, maybe he'll let her hold the kitty later when they are better friends... and she hasn't obliterated their acquaintance. For now it's just going back in the cape and just enjoy the knowledge that it is there.]
I'll keep trying.
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