( closed ) life like the unplumbed sea;

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WHO: Elysium & friends(?)
WHAT: This is now just a catch-all for everything
WHERE: Everywhere
WHEN: 2024
WARNINGS: Blanket warning for possible explorations of dark themes in general, please tread at your own risk. I will, however, endeavour to include specifics in headers if applicable.

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[ An intrusive thought, perhaps… but he can't help but wonder what would happen if he were to bat a hand through one of the sparkles? If they're freely floating in the air, that is. Will they disappear like smoke? Are they tangible?

… Just once. Just this one time, he's going to follow through by giving the one furthest away from her an experimental poke. Hm. Would he… would he be able to grab one for himself?! ]

Change always starts with an earnest desire. Heheh. [ … shortly after his detour of a science experiment. ahem. ] Ever consider introducing yourself as a goddess striving to be bright and lively rather than prefacing it the way you have? The language we use for ourselves goes a long way when it comes to our self-perception. In some cultures, death is considered a sweet and warm embrace.

[ He'd kind of like to think of it that way, too. As much of a biased perspective it is coming from someone who'd decided to name himself 'Elysium,' that's neither here nor there…… ]

Anyway, let's see. We've got mistletoe, tinsel. [ A tap tap tap of his chin in consideration. ] Think we might be able to get our hands on a tree that reaches the ceiling?

[queenofkur]

[ What an inquisitive and brave soul. Nobody has ever tried to resolve the U.S.P. (Unexplained Sparkling Phenomenon) before! When he reaches to poke at one of those sparkles, his fingers goes right through it as. It remains floating as if he hadn't done anything.

But something does happen. While it doesn't move, having his hand go through it feels like putting it under a direct ray of sunlight, one that shines upon the cold world after a long night.

Meanwhile, Ereshkigal is evidently unaware of the sparkles even though he's clearly proven they have an existence that affects reality when you touch them... What could it mean? What is the secret behind the sparkling? Alas, the results of his little experiment have brought forth far more new questions than it has answered!

Regardless, the sparkling dissipate the moment she answers him. ]

I have considered it but I feel it might be dishonest... If I introduce myself as what I aim to be rather than what I am, the person I'm talking to may feel deceived.

[ It's a conundrum. ]

A tall tree should be possible, yes. If not, we'll have the possibility to use projections to make up for it. If only Santa Claus was here...

[ She's a friend, she could make all of those decoration appear with a snap. A shame, really. ]

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[ Wow. Really takes him back to basking under the sun back in Okinawa… those days were nice while they lasted, even if recent events have tinged those memories with a bittersweet feeling that'll recede with time.

As for the logistics, the how matters less to him than the what—especially when his world's magic system is practically built on the power of imagination. Still, he can't help but feel mildly disappointed when the warmth slips from his hand, letting out a small huff in response. ]

Is it deceptive…? I feel like the disclaimer that it's a work-in-progress is enough of a heads-up; it's only dishonest if you aren't actually making an effort to change. But at the end of the day, it's all up to you. Complicated stuff!

[ … He'd know a thing or two about old habits dying hard. Anyhooooo… ]

… Mm. Looks like there's a store that stocks plastic ones if we want to check it out? [ from a cursory search with his oculars. but the mention of a name has him flicking his gaze over in curiosity. ] And I'm assuming that's a friend of yours. The actual god of Christmas?

[queenofkur]

[ Mhm... So she should also put in her introduction a disclaimer that it's a work in progress...? She's not sure about that. She feels like people are going to judge her hard over this! Besides her intro is long enough as is. But she really does want to change though. ]

I-I suppose... I may have to think about it.

[ Regardless, she nods at the mention of the plastic one and heads that way. She'd rather have a real one, but a plastic one will do for now. ]

Not quite. Santa Claus was a heroic spirit with questionable tastes in clothing and riding a sheep as her reindeer. [That? Is just the tip of the iceberg of the absolute madness that is the Fate/ universe.] Unconventional perhaps, but she fulfilled her duties to the perfection.

[ Turns out the sparkling may just be the most logical and reasonable thing to have ever happened there by comparison. ]

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[ me gingerly putting a hand on your shoulder don't worry a thing re: fate/ ridiculousness… i get you……

that description does seem to ping something in him, though! ]

And let me guess, by 'questionable tastes in clothing,' you mean she'd wear bright red, crossing endless snowy tundras to deliver life-saving supplies and fulfill people's simple, heartfelt wishes?

[ leaving this store and turning the corner to enter another. they'll end up having to go all the way to the back for this one, but before they do he will get distracted by the many aisles of ornaments…… ]

It's always been interesting how cultures could be so similar across different worlds; I had no idea the same applied to figures. Where I come from, we have someone called the Icefield Messenger, with Christmas, verbatim, created to honour them. Their name and gender? Completely unknown. But I wonder if it's possible for that to have been your friend. Isn't it fun? Thinking about how this might tie into the idea of alternate selves.

[ … following that, he's going to hold out this ornament, looking surprisingly. thoughtful. can they talk about it next. can they. ]

[queenofkur]

[ The Icefield Messenger..? There does seem to be a commonality between them. Their name and gender being unknown makes sense if she's the one she's familiar with. Every year a new heroic or divine spirit is chosen, after all. ]

This is quite possible. I imagine she had a lot of work after she left the Underworld... [A pause.] Though while she did indeed wear bright red clothes, what concerned me most was... How lacking those clothes were.

[ It can't be convenient to cross snowy tundras while wearing so little in the way of clothes. She'd put even Ishtar to shame, which is an exploit in itself.

Thankfully, what he holds out catches her attention so she can't think too much about her sister. ]

W-What is this unsightly horror?

[ It is so damn ugly, why is this in a Christmas store?!? ]