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Not so much a "reflection" of real world issues as a poorly designed caricature of them


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A now-less-stressed university student who loves to write. Timezone: Atlantic, GMT-4

My memory sucks! Don't be afraid to let me know if I’m holding you up.

A bit about me:
  • Birth year 1998
  • Female, if you care
  • I'm from Canada, specifically Nova Scotia (home of the world's largest non-nuclear explosion, baby!)
  • I'm a university student, and will remain so for the foreseeable future (even longer now since I've decided to shoot for law school)

RP wise:
  • I have weaknesses for gladiators, mythical creatures and status/class differences
  • I don't really have a gender preference for characters and I write a wide range of personality types
  • LOVE character and world building
  • Active in the OOC - I like to know the people I write with! (add me on Discord, Obscene#1925)
  • My scratchpad in the character sheet section is where I put my WIPs and reference content. You’re welcome to lurk, but don’t expect it to make sense.

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Faces of Morioh - sheet skeletons

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Taking advantage of a rare opportunity, Aaron rolled his eyes at Varis’ digging as the Count climbed off his back, though his expression twisted into a pained one when Varis dug his fingers into his bicep with a force comparable to before. While it felt more than enough like a punishment for his percieved impudence, Aaron knew that wasn’t the case; even if Varis wouldn’t admit it (probably not even to himself), his blindness clearly had him terrified.

Turning his mind back to the riddle, Aaron listened to Varis’ reasoning as he himself tried to get a closer look at the piles surrounding them. They were uniformly sized but seemingly randomly placed, with the exception that they weren’t crowded too close together—by the looks of it, none of them were closer than two feet apart, maybe more. They didn’t form any pattern that he could see, but he was sure they played into the puzzle somehow.

“The left door, yes,” Aaron murmured his agreement absently. Truth be told, he couldn’t quite follow Varis’ roundabout way of speaking; he’d never voice as much, but it sounded like the Count was over-complicating the clue. Aaron had simply read the phrase like a math equation, working it out in order. Left is correct, correct is incorrect, therefore right is correct and left is left. Then take the opposite for the blue key. Simple, straightforward, and it spat out the right answer, just like it should. Or, what he assumed to be the right answer anyway, since Varis came to the same conclusion.

It took a second for him to survey the area at Varis’ request. “I think so, Master. From here it looks like the handles on the doors don’t move,” he replied, glancing around at the piles. “As for the dirt, I think it has something to do with the “spoils” the riddle mentions. I’d be willing to bet something is buried under one of them that we’ll need in order to claim whatever’s behind that door. I’m not sure who the “victor” would be, though. Maybe whoever finds it, or maybe it’s just a turn of phrase.”

He read over the clue once more. “We could try the key in the door first and see what it does, though that warning is foreboding. It sounds like there could be a consequence if we use the key without these “spoils”.” He shifted uncomfortably in Varis’ grip, feeling his fingertips start to tingle once more. “I can search the piles if you'd like, Master, but to do so I’d need you either to walk with me or let me go.”

I keep noticing little character design details in JJBA Stardust Crusaders and it makes me so happy I could cry

The night grew colder as Aaron followed the next path, wind sneaking into his collar and clouds overtaking the moon. Though the thickening darkness wouldn’t have been an obstacle to him normally, he was glad he had the foresight to keep up his spell; as he’d predicted, the instructions along this path were not nearly as obvious as the ones before, and he would have missed the inscriptions hiding in the wilderness had he relied on his regular sight alone. Varis stayed quiet the whole way, apparently having lost the energy to complain, and soon enough the two arrived at a dead end in their roundabout path without incident.

Two massive trees blocked their way, each with a metal door melted into them, as if they had grown up around them for centuries. Aaron nearly sighed, exasperated; plant magic, Salem would probably get a kick out of that. The doors were identical, bearing an unmarked keyhole and handle each, and a sign stood between them.

“We’ve come to a dead end, Master,” Aaron informed Varis. “Before us are two unusually large trees with metal doors set into them, each with a keyhole and handle. A sign between them reads: Now it comes time to choose which lock responds to that you picked. If red is your belief, valiant but weak, Left is right, right is wrong, right is right, and left is left. If blue is your morale, slow but steady true, choose opposite above and make your final do. But warning if you chose the opposite of true then suffer with the consequences so be wary what you will. But a final word of warning: That which turns cannot too touch til victor claims the spoils.”

Aaron read the sign slowly, reading it over a few more times silently when he was done. As he moved to get a better look at the doors, his foot met something on the ground; it was a little mound of dirt, freshly disturbed and sharply contrasting the otherwise abundant undergrowth. He looked at it curiously for a moment before noticing another, and several others after that.

“There are also several spots of ground nearby that look freshly dug up,” he added dutifully, eyeing the nearest one. Varis would feel his body move as he brushed one of the mounds aside with his foot. The dirt moved easily, but revealed nothing; sure enough, it wasn’t just a pile of dirt, but a filled-in hole. Given the sign’s final clue, he assumed something was buried in one of them, but he’d have to use his hands to find out.

“Master, may I please put you down for a moment?” he asked, anxious to investigate. “The ground here is a little grown-in, but level, save for these mounds of dirt. There shouldn’t be much risk of you tripping.”

Aaron read each line dutifully, listening thoughtfully as Varis mulled over each one. He thought he’d made it obvious that Varis was the one who needed to decide this riddle—he wasn’t quite so thick as to need that spelled out for him—but that wasn’t important. Aaron had passed over the representation of the keys as passion and intellect as too obvious, too, but it seemed he must have been over-thinking again. A trap he fell into a lot, apparently. He was a little surprised that Varis bothered to lay out his reasoning, although he was grateful for it. Maybe he was just thinking out loud; Aaron certainly wouldn’t complain.

He took the blue key from its compartment as instructed, tucking it into his pocket for safekeeping and regaining his bearings before setting off East. To his surprise, Aaron found himself agreeing with Varis for the second time in one night; this was going to be a very long night if Princess Ryner decided to use the exam as some kind of tool to force personal reflection. It was bad enough he’d have to commit to ‘emotional honesty’ for his upcoming arcane major, and even if he wasn’t already uncomfortable with digging any deeper than he needed to pull out a court smile, that awful experience after Revel certainly cemented his distaste. A disgusted shiver ran up his spine at the mere memory, kneeling there all docile under thrall and laying bare to Varis things he was reluctant to admit even to himself. He’d agree with Varis that it was a pathetic display, and he had no interest in doing anything similar tonight or ever again.

“I imagine it's meant to play into this trust exercise, Master. I find it wholly excessive,” he concurred, a bit of distaste colouring his words. “Hopefully this is the end of that nonsense.”

The urge to roll his eyes at Varis’ taunting was strong, but Aaron had developed enough of a stomach for it over the past few months that he brushed it off with a decidedly neutral “Yes, Master” and set off North. He placed his steps carefully (the absolute last thing he needed was to trip over a root or something and faceplant with Varis on his back) but still maintained a decent pace, almost grateful he didn’t need to worry about guiding a second set of feet. A few signs here and there kept him on the right path until the forest opened into a small clearing.

In the centre of the clearing stood a stone pillar, rising just above Aaron’s head. Into it were carved two shelves, and in each one was a key, slowly twirling mid-air as if suspended on an invisible string. The first key was red, and the second blue. Above them, at the top of the pillar, a riddle was inscribed:

The world around no longer a concern, turn sightless eyes inward.
So often is the truth eagerly hidden and buried
But now it’s time to choose which key is its unlocking:
Blood quick moving or gears slow turning
Soon still in the East.

Aaron came to a halt, silently reading the riddle over a few times, and examined the keys for a moment before cluing Varis in. “We’ve come to a clearing, Master. There’s a stone pillar in the middle, a little taller than me, holding two keys; one red, one blue. On top there’s a riddle written.”

He read the riddle aloud for Varis, pausing another moment to phrase his next words carefully. “It seems I’ll be needing your wisdom for this one, Master,” he ventured, informed both by the ‘sightless eyes’ clue and the fact that he had no sweet clue where he could even begin. He thought that maybe the ‘blood quick moving or gears slow turning’ line could have been a comparison between mages and vampires, but he wasn’t sure if that made any sense. “Does anything I described mean anything to you?”

J’torha spent the carriage ride back to the Goblet humming to himself as far in the back as he could manage, hoping to savour yet another trip he didn’t have to make on foot without having to be too aware of the smelly cloudkin that made it possible. He didn’t know the science behind what made a carriage ride so much more odorous than a ride on a chocobo porter - maybe it had to do with being situated behind the birds rather than atop them, who knew - but he wouldn’t let pestering wonderings like that distract him from the sights and sounds of one of the most opulent parts of Ul’Dah. A secret pride welled up within him as they passed through its gates; multiple times he’d tried to gain access to the district to perform, and every time he’d been denied, the guards citing ordinances or by-laws or for-laws or whatever they were against noise, soliciting, blocking shared areas, whatever they came up with on the day. As such, he couldn’t help but feel the least bit smug when they were admitted unmolested, and he even shot one of the familiar guards a wink.

A sly optimism suddenly struck him, one he was surprised didn’t occur to him before. If this free company held a property here (assuming they could reclaim it with those documents; he wasn’t altogether clear on how that worked) then maybe if he joined them, he could leverage his position as a tenant to go about his business in relative peace. J’torha wasn’t too comfortable with the idea of settling in any one place, but that made tying himself to a free company much more attractive. He probably wouldn’t even necessarily need to live there; he could probably come and go as he pleased so long as his name was on the right lists, or however they ran things here. Certainly something to think about; this many rich people in one place was a gold mine in his industry.

The Gil were shaken out of his eyes, however, when Lyveva spoke up, looking after a small Xaela child whom J’torha just barely caught a glimpse of as he took off. A fond little twinge of nostalgia struck him at the sight of those black scales, but it was eclipsed by concern; sure, the Goblet wasn’t the Sunway or anything, and there probably weren’t any piestes wandering around waiting to petrify anyone, but his time watching over the children of his tribe as a teenager had made him more than a little wary when he saw kits running around by themselves.

J’torha stared after the spot where he’d watched the boy disappear, but as a few of the others volunteered to go after him, he refrained from adding his own voice to the din. “We’ll stay with the carriage,” he half-offered, half-decided, “no need for all of us to run off like a pack of mongrels and frighten the kid.”

He threw L’vivia a coy grin, then looked to X’gihl. “What’s say we go make sure all this work hasn’t been for naught, eh? There’s little use for a deed to a house that’s already been gutted.” Probably. He was pretty sure that was how that worked.
J’torha and @EvictedElement are going on a journey to restore @Hero’s property… probably

Aaron stood once Varis was in place, adjusting his weight as sublty as he could manage until he was something resembling comfortable. Luckily for him, Varis was surprisingly light; he probably wouldn’t feel so light two or four or six hours from now, and his fingertips still dug into Aaron’s shoulders like little tent spikes, but at least for the moment, carrying him was easy.

“In front of us, Master, set into a tree,” he replied, closing his eyes for a moment. He refrained from his usual deep breath—Varis was fond of telling him he did an awful lot of breathing and he didn’t need another sharp comment right now—and took just a second or two to centre himself, banish his lingering frustration and focus. “Tiltoure.”

Though the rest of their surroundings remained unchanged, the writing on the sign showed itself, glowing blue just as it had in their practice classes. He briefly wondered if he could conserve energy by de-activating his spell and re-activating it anytime he came across something that looked like it didn’t belong, but quickly brushed the idea aside. For all he knew, instructions might be written on trees or rocks or something now and then, and he didn’t want to risk missing them for the sake of a shortcut.

“The sign reads: Dancing lights in the sky illuminate the way. Follow them closely and you'll find your way. There’s also a drawing above it indicating the cardinal directions,” Aaron reported thoughtfully, reading the sign over a few times. Riddles? Already? He’d never been a great fan of riddles, but now apparently they insisted on appearing everywhere; his dreams were riddles, Varis’ little tests were riddles, half of what the Princess told him were riddles—why this, too? He thought it was the extra credit instructions that were meant to be puzzles, not the directions themselves. What would happen to a student who was proficient in Dark Eyes but hopeless with riddles?

He suppressed a sigh. They were only a few minutes into this—once more Aaron cursed the absence of his watch—and he shouldn’t get himself worked up so soon. Even if he did find himself siding just a little more with Varis’ criticisms of this exercise.

“Dancing lights…” He looked around the area curiously just in case there was some glaringly obvious indicator of his direction, but of course, none appeared. Dancing lights… the only light aside from the glowing sign were the thin shafts of moonlight filtering down through the trees, but they couldn’t be his guide; they were everywhere. Part of him thought it might be a nod to the bright lights at the staging area, but they must have been too far away, because there was no sign of those, either. Not that they needed to be miles away to be hidden, with how thick the surrounding forest was.

Aaron rolled his eyes. He was overthinking this, surely. That certainly would be fitting for him. Either that, or the proctor severely overestimated his riddle-solving skills, which he supposed couldn’t be ruled out either. Dancing lights in the sky… the stars? No, that wouldn’t be fair; the stars were obscured by the canopy, and he doubted their instructions would be that demanding. The moon, then? He wouldn’t exactly call that a ‘light’, and it was just as obscured as the stars were. Obviously it wouldn’t be the sun, but what else was there?

“Oh,” his eyebrows shot up when it came to him, and he had to inwardly tease himself a bit for struggling. “I think it’s referring to the Northern Lights, Master,” he updated. Surely that had to be it. At certain times of year, if you were lucky, they could be seen from Noila Castle, and it was the only heavenly body Aaron could think of that could be described as ‘dancing’, let alone associated with a cardinal direction. Plus, there was no way they’d provide a compass if it wasn’t meant to be used to solve their riddle.

“North it is, then,” he concluded, smart enough not to phrase it as a question but also smart enough not to set off until he got the OK from Varis.

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