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folkmore mod ([personal profile] folkie) wrote in [community profile] folkmeme2024-10-13 09:46 pm
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Pandora's Fox II

PANDORA'S FOX II

If you were here last June, do you remember that app that appeared on the relics then, Pandora's Fox? It's all about finding your Familiar bond. It's been available for people to use since every Star Child was forced to fill it out or have it filled out for them with its grand reveal. However, it's sat quietly in the background unobtrusive to those who didn't click to see what it was about.

Until now.

That's right, Pandora's Fox is back! (and with a makeover). The app has been rejiggered with old questions and new, including some specific to each Role! The app will buzz and open itself with a blank profile waiting to be filled out. Star Children can fill it out for themselves—as long as they don't lie. This app will not allow Star Children to lie. Honesty is important in a Familiar bond. Star Children who lie may find that answer filled in a little too honestly and unable to be deleted. Anyone who waits too long to fill it in will find it answered for them!

Familiar bonds come in all different shapes and sizes, so find the right person for you!

This is game canon!

Forms for your characters!


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Legends:


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[personal profile] artofrevenge 2024-10-26 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
The stretching silence is expected after Mizu says something like that. She leans against Vergil and waits. The sword is not the same sword as before, similar as it looks. Beneath the gleam and finish is a blade that Mizu struggles some days to accept. A less pure blade. Not quite as sharp. An impurity in the right place is a quality. She hears those words in swordfather's voice, and no matter how many times he speaks of swords, it takes such effort to get the balance right. Not to hammer it too much. Oh, no blade has broken in its forging since the broken blade, her broken blade. No blade until hers broke in Fowler's castle. Making this blade was the hardest of her life. To stop where she stopped because it was the right place. It was the right impurity and purity. Mizu remembers holding the hammer tight so long, longer than she would with another sword. She made the right call. She stopped.

She's proud of that, and Mizu's certain Master Eiji would be proud of this sword. Perhaps even of her. If one item reflects her time in Folkmore, it's this sword, both what came before it was made and after. It carries that too, always with Mizu and a part of her. It's the only possession of hers she truly needs. If her whole house is destroyed and the forge with it, she can rebuild. She can get a new set of tools (even if she has a fondness for the ones Vergil obtained for her). She can replace everything else except this sword. It's one reason she isn't worried about what Folkmore will look like when they leave the school. Mizu will be okay. Vergil may miss his books if he loses them, but they can be replaced. Mirage Edge cannot be taken from him, and he has his amulet. Vergil too can rebuild as needed. They are themselves, and they carry what's important to them. They've both lived lives where they needed that to be the case, and it places them in a better situation here.

If she hadn't forged her sword before this happened, the metal might be lost, and Mizu would feel that loss keenly. It's one more reason she's grateful for the pillar Vergil has been in her life in Folkmore.

"I know," Mizu says wryly. She doesn't doubt that she's better off, both for herself and for her revenge, to reach that point yet again. It's true, and Mizu's not one to foist her own growth and forward momentum onto anyone else. Still, getting there via a different path would make her a different person. It would make this a different sword. "I prefer it happened this way."

With Vergil a solid part of it and connected with it. He's also only opponent she's wielded the sword against so far. The only one worthy of it. Oh Mizu offered to fight Dante and respects his abilities as an opponent enough to use her sword, but that seems to be on the horizon, if he agrees to it at all. She might not be fun enough to fight, certainly not with Vergil here. It doesn't matter. She'll use it when her opponent deserves it and use her other sword at other times. Weapons aren't hard to find around here. She'll find a new one if that one's gone.

Even though the sword cannot, she suspects, return with her, Mizu will always have made this sword. It is always a part of her. Mizu holds it another moment longer then sheaths it. An unsheathed sword longs to be used, and Mizu has no use worthy of it at the moment, not even training. Between Vergil's arms around her waist and the food cooking, it's not the time.
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[personal profile] antimetabole 2024-10-26 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
It would be fair to say that Mizu's preference for this path can easily stem from not truly knowing the alternatives beyond mere speculation. But the thought does not even cross Vergil's mind with Mizu's sincerity being so present, even as he knows that renewing swell of warmth from the center of his chest is such a treacherous thing. Against perhaps all reason, Vergil ends up with his face buried in the crook of her neck, the scents of the forge still heavy on her skin and clothes, and yet still undeniably what he recognizes to be her.

"As am I," he softly murmurs, the words at once feeling far greater in weight than they seem on their surface and not at all enough.

Because there is still so much to explain to her with all the things he doesn't want to talk about and relive for her understand it fully. But there is, for now at least, enough context for her to know that Vergil has spent much of his life alone, and there has been little room for anything beyond his vying for power. And what little he'd allowed in the past, Mizu knows Vergil had been so uncertain and she knows how it ended. There is enough for her to know that she is remarkable to him even if she doesn't know the true, full depths of it as she manages to stir the humanity within him that he's kept buried and locked away for much of his life.

Vergil doesn't know what their lives will look like beyond these moments they've shared since he was brought in from the storm beyond Amrita's walls. It's entirely possible that a distance could form with Mizu's attention focused yet again on her revenge and less on her desires in these moments where they are alone. He will not complain, nor will he offer protest if that is her will. Vergil had absolutely no expectations for moments like this as it was. So, to make demands for more, particularly when he knows the matters awaiting Mizu are life and death, feels inherently wrong of him to do. And foolish, too, as they previously established. But he would be lying if he were to claim that he would not miss them, not miss the closeness and touch with her that does not involve the blood and violence that's marked the rest of their lives.

But regardless of what is to come, Vergil is quietly grateful it has happened at all. That even if for these moments alone, he felt a bit of safety and respite with his heart in her hands. That she would part with secrets, trusting in him enough that she willingly provides him with the offer of everything. Vergil knows that he will gladly accept whatever longing or heartbreak is yet come to have known these moments because she has made it feel more real, more possible that he might someday be a better man.
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[personal profile] artofrevenge 2024-10-26 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Mizu cannot help but smile at the clear demonstration of feelings as Vergil buries his face in her neck. He doesn't have to say anything for her to know he feels the effects of what little she's said and what more she means. Even should Vergil not understand her entirely as she means, it's close enough. He is an integral part of her life in Folkmore, and revenge or no revenge, that remains true. Plenty has delayed her in Folkmore. This whole situation has delayed her, yet Mizu finds the time itself precious.

Except Mizu knows she needs to find a different way to approach it all and to think about it. To find the way to give everything to her art. Eating food. Sleeping. It is all part of the work. Vergil and Rin both contributed to her sword—something Mizu can understand both in the literal and the philosophical. How to do that with revenge? It's an idea she has yet to manifest as a part of herself, as all of herself. Swordfather is the master artist. It's possible. What she wants don't have to be at odds.

The fire crackles, and Mizu exhales. Whatever time and space Vergil needs to reconnect with his brother and to handle Dante living in his small apartment, Mizu can give him. The brothers can do... whatever siblings do both in general and after long estrangement. Mizu has little idea on either count and remains uncertain whether they have much greater an idea on the latter. Not her problem. She cares, but it's not a place where outside meddling, she imagines, would help. A thought the fox spirit is unlikely to pay attention to.

Mizu and Vergil will make what space for this as they both want. She rests her arm over his again and tries to believe that it will be possible. The sparring, oh yes, Mizu longs to spar again, but the rest of it too. Quiet moments, conversation, coming together, and sitting comfortably as they are. Vergil will probably want to spend the night at his place, so as not to give Dante free reign to terrorize his apartment if nothing else. That's okay. Somehow, life here has become good. It will last however long it can last. Then revenge will be hers.