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Started by Anastasia, July 09, 2019, 01:15:42 PM

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Nephrite

Moore nods with a smile. "I know. But... I still wonder, where is she?" He says. "I wonder if she's beyond Creation, but not... Beyond, if that makes sense."

Anastasia

"We'll find out," Xandra says, "Would you like to practice while we wait? It's a good time."
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

Moore nods. "Yes, let's."

Anastasia

Thus you go outside and settle in with Xandra. As the light shines down on you, Xandra merely asks, "Do you have a goal in mind this time?"
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

Moore nods. "I do. I want to focus on myself -- to use the Words to bolster who I am, or... perhaps to use them to simply speak of myself, and form myself further."

Anastasia

"Dangerous," Xandra sums it up in a single word, "Proceed with the utmost caution."
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

Moore nods. "Then I'll start small."

Anastasia

"Go on," Xandra invites, sitting and waiting on your efforts.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

Moore takes a breath in and focuses -- he thinks of making himself just a little bit... a little bit more himself. A little bit more charismatic.

He thinks about how to say that -- how to use normal words to describe that.

In essence -- yes, that's it.

His essence, him.

So just a little bit more... Moore.

A Word of Creation for him alone, spoken softly.

Anastasia

Give me a Charisma check to open this stuff up.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+45 : 20 + 45, total 65[/blockquote]

Anastasia

You begin to focus.

You begin to realize one fact - you need a word to define yourself utterly, some word forged that is yourself in every essence. Before you can attempt anything else, you need to forge that - or find it. A true name perhaps, some deep and powerful representation of who and what you are.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

There's really only one place he's going to find that.

That trip will take some... time.

Yes, he will have to go back there.

He opens his eyes after a time. "We will have to go to the Hidden Layers." He says.

Anastasia

Xandra merely opens her eyes and asks, "I see. What there do you seek, Moore?"
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

"My true name." Moore says.