FIREBIRD'S REALM - GROUP FOUR

[dramatispersonae]

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[dramatispersonae]

When you step through the rip, you're lost. You don't know where you are, and you don't know where the others are, and you don't know where all the parts of you are in relation to each other (is there a 'where' for them to be?) All there is here is an endless bowl of white sky, over an endless field of white, leaping fire (is there room for a 'you' here? ah--)

This only lasts a moment, and you find yourself again; perhaps shaken, but whole, and somewhere more solid.

You're in a huge castle kitchen. There's plenty of tables and every cooking utensil imaginable and a woodpile, though it doesn't seem like anyone's cooked anything here in forever; no fires are lit, and no food is in sight.

There are a pair of large doors out on one side, and a flight of stairs leading up on the opposite side. There's also a narrow passageway at the back of the kitchen – you might not notice it normally. Another attention-getting fiery tear has opened up in front of it, however: you might be able to enter that, but the passage itself is blocked off.

[performing]

[that wasn't horrible after my last bunch of memories or nothing, yeah. I GUESS FIRST THING TO DO is check that tear and see if there is anything visible through it]

[dramatispersonae]

It's like the one you went through to get here: white light fighting colours and strange writing.

[performing]

[how hot is it, is it the sort of thing that seems safe to approach and pass through?]

[glorious]

[fire is still a touchy subject for me]

[...may be hanging around close to you. you know, for protection. for your sake, obviously.]

[performing]

[looking kind of pale and tired, but still sticking his hand through that rip if possible]

[knighttoremember]

[whoa that was trippy as hell]

... I wasn't expecting a kitchen after that...

[pchaaair]

Neither was I...

[knighttoremember]

It looks like we're the first people to be here in a while, too.

[2xcanoodlingkind]

Wow this doesn't look like a dungeon or tomb at all. What's going on here?

[ironicusername]

It's a castle. There's probably a dungeon down stairs.

[ironicusername]

[checks a cabinet...]

[dramatispersonae]

Pans, pans, pans, whisks, turkey baster . . .

[telltaleheart]

Ah...

[blinking, disoriented]

Firebird's realm...

[telltaleheart]

[and going for the doors, eventually, to open them and look at what's outside]

[ironicusername]

A Persona?

THROUGH THE PASSAGE TEAR

[dramatispersonae]

You find yourself in a field composed entirely of rusted, identical keys. They're rather generic-looking, not fancy, except that each has a pair of paper-thin metallic wings attached. Every single key's wings are broken, but they're still trying to beat, making unpleasant creaking and clashing sounds, dragging the keys over each other -- be careful not to lose your balance.

There's open sky here, but it's flickering rapidly through day to night to day again, twenty-four hours in a matter of minutes over and over, the sun and moon and stars blinking in and out. If you keep looking at it you'll feel sick, and start seeing the colours of the rip, behind your eyes and reflected on the keys.

Re: THROUGH THE PASSAGE TEAR

[glorious]

[carefully reaching down to pick up a key]

Re: THROUGH THE PASSAGE TEAR

[performing]

Your healing skill -- does that only work on organic things?

Re: THROUGH THE PASSAGE TEAR

[dramatispersonae]

It lets you pick it up with no resistance, wings askew and beating pathetically.

Re: THROUGH THE PASSAGE TEAR

[performing]

[well, then I'm not looking at the sky for very long, but trying to see if it's possible to pick up any of the keys. and thankfully my balance is pretty good.]

Re: THROUGH THE PASSAGE TEAR

[dramatispersonae]

It's entirely possible to pick the keys up; they offer no resistance, continuing to try and fly.

THE TEAR OVER THE BRIDGE

[dramatispersonae]

You're standing on a field of leaping white fire, under a white sky. Both are endless. For a moment you can feel them trying to pull you apart, until there's no 'you' anymore . . . but then the feeling fades.

A woman with Firebird's face stands in front of you. Her eyes are closed. She's clad in a heavy dress. The colours of the rift are in her face, her clothes, her hands.

Re: THE TEAR OVER THE BRIDGE

[telltaleheart]

...Ah...

...Firebird? Are you alright?

Re: THE TEAR OVER THE BRIDGE

[dramatispersonae]

". . . this hurts . . ."