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(ID: //BAMjOT)
10/24/2025, 4:16:49 AM
No.6322457
>>6322456
You bid the Inquisitors adieu before finding yourself a nice and secluded part of the park to kneel and pray. You are very methodical about the process, and there is a decent chance the Lord Inquisitor has some way to tell if you do it properly or not. So why risk your chances of not having to finish the paperwork by slacking off? You’re not that type of person, unlike some you know. So with careful precision, you clasp your hands, close your eyes, and part your lips, “O’ Goddess-”
As you say the prayer, you tune out the world around until you can hear nothing else but the calmly flowing river and rustle of leaves just starting to turn color. Even your own voice is drowned out by the all-consuming void of nothingness, though it is not an unpleasant feeling, as a gentle warmth flows through your mana circuits and you continue to pray. You feel invigorated, powerful, yet not powerful enough to challenge the great being near you. Nor are you powerful enough to escape the cage keeping you contained. Wait, what?
Your body is sent flying back and forth as the birdcage is rocked with extreme malice. The being, Dorothy, isn’t it? Seems to be bearing a grudge, though she says nothing as you send careening from metal bar into metal bar. It is painful, but not. Your bruises are immediately healed, and you find the whole ordeal to be little more than an annoyance. As of this moment, you are powerful, but it is not your power. Someone else is flooding mana through you, keeping you alive and sane, but denying you your right to handle your own problems. Annoying.
You cannot see nor hear the second presence, your benefactor, and no doubt the little girl with blonde hair and an ego the size of the planet. But you can feel her presence, and you can feel her fighting with Dorothy over your cage. Your eyes remain closed; they won’t let you, a mere puppet, even witness them. Annoying. Then, as you're thrown back and forth and back again, something breaks. It’s no surprise that when beings of immense magical power fight, things are bound to break, even if they’re only a singular bar.
“This way, follow me!” A little girl shouts, “Sister, please!”
“Dammit, stay put! If I’m to build Utopia, I need-”
“Just run, Ina!”
The voices demand and plead, though it is not your ears that hear them. Though you know if you’re going to do something, it needs to happen now.
>Follow the voice of Alice to a land far, far away
>Stay in your cage for at least Dorothy is honest in her intentions
But that’s not all, is there? You sit high above the land, floating in a balloon made of hot air. You could always reject them both, refuse their power and their decrees. It would be a hard path, no doubt, one where even answers would be a luxury. But it would be your choice.
>Fall
You bid the Inquisitors adieu before finding yourself a nice and secluded part of the park to kneel and pray. You are very methodical about the process, and there is a decent chance the Lord Inquisitor has some way to tell if you do it properly or not. So why risk your chances of not having to finish the paperwork by slacking off? You’re not that type of person, unlike some you know. So with careful precision, you clasp your hands, close your eyes, and part your lips, “O’ Goddess-”
As you say the prayer, you tune out the world around until you can hear nothing else but the calmly flowing river and rustle of leaves just starting to turn color. Even your own voice is drowned out by the all-consuming void of nothingness, though it is not an unpleasant feeling, as a gentle warmth flows through your mana circuits and you continue to pray. You feel invigorated, powerful, yet not powerful enough to challenge the great being near you. Nor are you powerful enough to escape the cage keeping you contained. Wait, what?
Your body is sent flying back and forth as the birdcage is rocked with extreme malice. The being, Dorothy, isn’t it? Seems to be bearing a grudge, though she says nothing as you send careening from metal bar into metal bar. It is painful, but not. Your bruises are immediately healed, and you find the whole ordeal to be little more than an annoyance. As of this moment, you are powerful, but it is not your power. Someone else is flooding mana through you, keeping you alive and sane, but denying you your right to handle your own problems. Annoying.
You cannot see nor hear the second presence, your benefactor, and no doubt the little girl with blonde hair and an ego the size of the planet. But you can feel her presence, and you can feel her fighting with Dorothy over your cage. Your eyes remain closed; they won’t let you, a mere puppet, even witness them. Annoying. Then, as you're thrown back and forth and back again, something breaks. It’s no surprise that when beings of immense magical power fight, things are bound to break, even if they’re only a singular bar.
“This way, follow me!” A little girl shouts, “Sister, please!”
“Dammit, stay put! If I’m to build Utopia, I need-”
“Just run, Ina!”
The voices demand and plead, though it is not your ears that hear them. Though you know if you’re going to do something, it needs to happen now.
>Follow the voice of Alice to a land far, far away
>Stay in your cage for at least Dorothy is honest in her intentions
But that’s not all, is there? You sit high above the land, floating in a balloon made of hot air. You could always reject them both, refuse their power and their decrees. It would be a hard path, no doubt, one where even answers would be a luxury. But it would be your choice.
>Fall