cryovision | Pavo Heart Game: Thursday Session

Pavo Heart Game: Thursday Session

When you enter the light, you find yourself hovering weightless in a void, as if caught in a moment of falling inertia. In the distance, you hear a voice that seems to shift and twist, familiar and yet unfamiliar.

"You shouldn't be here. But since you already are, let's make a wager. If you can uncover the truth, you'll find me. If you can't, you may be hopelessly lost... What a shame that would be."

You begin falling, and your vision blacks out--

[OOC NOTE: your goals are "reveal the truth" to "find the true heart". All images in toplevels are for general inspo, please make sure you read the flavourtext cause things are not exactly as they are in the images.]

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[The lock is in fact under the desk! And it's lit up! You can hear another click in the distance.]

[ Clapping! ]

Now, miss—my apologies, I am no good at asking for names!

You can call me "Dandelion", if you like.

[she's not really Jean but like, she looks like Jean, so why not use the name she used?]

Oh, how cute. As someone who currently goes by "Rose", I appreciate the taste in flowery names.

[ He's bowing to her! Now politeness matters, I guess. ]

[SUDDENLY...]

...Thank you. Is there anything else I can help you with?

Yes. How does one use "elemental sight"? I have blinked approximately eighteen hundred and seven times already, but have yet to activate it...

[ He's probably not trying in the right way, though... ]

...Blinked?

[why...]

You just will it to appear.

...

[ He's trying it on her. ]

I see... No, it seems that I do not "see"... Of course, I had been imagining it as a pair of glasses...

[You activate it!

With Elemental Sight, the whole room changes. The air is stagnant and heavy, hard to breathe, and rather than snacks the table and desk are piled with seemingly endless stacks of paperwork. The little statue is on its side, with one wing broken off.

And yet, it's still a cozy and lived in room. There are still flowers, and nothing terribly horrible, just... heavy. It makes you tired to breathe. But the breeze through the window is fresh and carries the scent of flowers and little dustmotes of anemo energy that flutter playfully through the room.

Dandelion is just... absent, now. Where she stood is merely empty space.]