sacredpath | pc: yves

[after locations are made available, she's changed into a more casual outfit than the sexy angel dress, and can be found most of the rest of that evening at the bar.]

No wine, really? Ah, well.

[she will order a mixed drink and raise the glass to whoever is sitting nearby.]

A toast! How about to death being unexpectedly twee?

[she's exploring the lighthouse, catching herself at the top when she realizes that the door is locked. but at least she'll find a place to sit up there so she can watch the ocean. if someone comes by, she'll wave down.]

...It's locked up here, but the view is still nice.

[ THIS CAN ALSO BE TUESDAY IF YOUR LOVE ARROWS WEAR OFF IDK

well everyone's getting The Afternoon i'm sorry someone said that it's yves' holiday and it's true so we must all celebrate. he's carrying along a heart balloon and a bouquet of flowers, looking delighted when he sees shadowheart. ]

Shadowheart! Isn't this place fun? Would you like some flowers to share with Anders?

[ he offers the bouquet out to her, it's a bunch of purple lilac ]

I think these would suit your love well.

[ yay welcome to the cave

today the clouds have swirled into the shape of a field of pitch black lycoris flowers, and yves is no longer in a pathetic little ball somewhere. instead he's walking among them in small paths, hard to see from afar but clearer when you're up close, and he truly looks a mess. his eyes are red and he's wearing an expression that can truly only be called heartbroken.

he's so lost in thought that he doesn't hear anyone approach. ]

[where's yves hanging out after trial. she can be anywhere really, but unless he's sad in a cave again she's likely sticking around the general area near trial and the mansion, looking very worn out.]

I doubt any of that helped, did it?

[ somewhere in the new areas, you might encounter a familiar face—sort of! yves is looking around with curiosity, but his face is... maskless? where there is normally half a mask, there is just clear, umblemished skin. though the more you look at him, you might realize that his eyes are... different. the center of his pupil has an unnatural cyan glow to it, and his smiles no longer reach his eyes. as though the heart of the emotion is no longer accessible to him. ]

Good afternoon.

[what a week! there's bloody people to chase, unless you're on cyoa 2 and this is before that, but afterwards, she's just sitting and having a drink. come join.]

[ okay he's easy to find. he's waiting outside the church looking thoughtful but also

like he's intentionally making himself easy to find in case people are worried. when he sees you approach he smiles a little sadly and waves ]

Hi. [ holds out a hand ] Time for drinks?

[welcome to the memory zone... i'm throwing us right into it. she opens a door and they appear in the funhouse.

(you can watch this video for visuals / atmosphere if you like).

The memory is unfocused, hazy around the edges, something that happened long ago and is half forgotten, as though some of the glass on the funhouse mirrors is fogged or hazy. Maybe if you explore down a particular path, more will come to light, but for now, you follow.

A little girl wanders the forest, lost and fearful. It’s a cool night, not cold, but enough to shiver from the wind. It is pitch black except for the full, bright moon overhead, but the trees here loom impossibly tall overhead, nearly blocking out the light. She’s obviously worried, but not afraid. She keeps looking up at the sky, checking the position of the moon, taking a certain direction. She chews her lip and looks uncertain with herself, and she’s cut and bloodied her face from a branch, but she keeps wandering.

There’s no way to tell why this child is lost here, whether she’s been abandoned or left here on purpose or if there’s some other reason. There are a few branching side paths that maybe reflect thoughts, memories of earlier that night, of the reason, but Shadowheart - the real Shadowheart beside you - doesn’t choose to look that way, as she suddenly freezes in complete terror.

Bounding out from the woods is a large wolf. Impossibly large, really, imagined here the way it looked to the child it was looming over, much bigger and fiercer than her. The child is frozen as well. The wolf’s golden eyes are trained on her, fierce and dangerous, its teeth bared. As it pads slowly towards her, its ears press back and its tail swishes back and forth. Not even the posture of an animal hunting prey, but an animal itching for a fight, making itself an obvious threat.

Tears are rolling down the girl’s cheeks and she stumbles backwards, trembling. But then she realizes, behind her, is a woman in a mask, who puts a gentle hand on her shoulder.

And then there’s a path out of this section of mirrors, and a feeling like you must take it, you must leave this memory, because the only other direction to turn is down a dark, dark corridor and everything is telling you that you don’t want to go that way. Whatever memories continue on in that direction, they're hidden, and perhaps they should remain hidden. But Shadowheart is still frozen from fear at the sight of the wolf, so she has not yet left this memory behind.]

[ i'm starting a new one for us because there's something else i wanted to do ]

Ah, Shadowheart! Wait up, I have something for you.

[ jogging up to meet her somewhere... there is a door nearby that will lead to the mirrors in a second ]

[she hates you so much what are you like this for. once his ass is in the hospital or wherever she will come find him.]

Are you awake?

[if he gets out of bed she will physically restrain him.]

[ well that sure was a trial. he'll give her some space to help carry richie to the hospital and do some fussing of his own, but then he'll hold his hand out to her ]

Have time for our usual?

[ the bar? ]

[after the mini cyoa, she can be found at the bar. she will hold up her drink for a toast.]

To surviving another week.

[her mood is sad, still, but she's doing better, honestly. it was a rough weekend, and seeing the other side of it hasn't dispelled her worries, but she's trying to make the best of it.

anyway she thinks this is the drink honoring elysia but it's not, it's hanaki. so taking a sip and immediately coughing.]

Sorry? What is that?

Don't you think you and Wis'adel would make a lovely couple?

[after the ball! she is still dressed up, but slightly tipsy and carrying her sandals. but her mood is a good one, happy in an easy way.]

I wasn't expecting it, but that was a lot of fun.

[ this is a thursday from hell

where she ]

[well. she's not that mobile so if you're at the top of the lighthouse she'll kill you.]

[ yves looks a little tired like he hasn't slept well but who gives a shit about that! not me! someone ate what he wasn't supposed to again and the tattoos are just around on neon green text around his body glowing through his clothes because he dresses like a nun more than lucas does

- murdered more than one friend
- left home country to ruin
- in love with too many people
- acts like a needy bottom when he's actually a switch

where are they. i guess it could be a train car. anyway he's approaching shadowheart a little seriously actually ]

Shadowheart? Can I borrow you about something?

[after movie night and yves' announcements, and after wherever yves runs off to, at the bar.]

A lot to think about, hmm? Other worlds, other timelines...

[ why are all the locations bad

you know what's reliable? the bar!! yves will meet shadowheart at some point and with all his excess energy, he's already behind the bar and larping gabriel to look through the alcohol selection ]

What're you feeling today? Is there a drink good for reunions, do you think?

[our beach is back! our beautiful beach. she has showered and changed out of whatever hideous outfit i forced her to be in and is instead wearing something simple and comfortable and sitting out on the beach.

sorry about breaking tradition but let's not go to the tavern tonight and say we did.]

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