Crystal Love Rosethorn. Goddess of life herself within Obdin, a small island. A symbol of strength amongst all kind, today she has come down from her heavenly thrown to speak amongst the humans. Hundreds, perhaps thousands are gathered within the huge library of the castle, and she sits in the middle of the floor. You may approach her, or yell at her from afar. Even flirt, or simply hate. She is wise, powerful, and kind. She may even heal your wounds, cure your diseases, make the blind see and the lame walk. Depending upon worth. She may also kill, or leave you to suffer. So be wise those of good character, and craft your lies well, for such an opportunity as this, is rare. (I am going to include a character link, but no description is really needed of any sort for those who wish to join)
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Tyler stumbled into the crowded library, alone for once, without his flower-fairy companion.
he very politely pushed his way through the crowd, trying to get to the Goddess quickly, since he was very impatient.
once he finally made it over, he plopped down cross-legged at a respectful distance from her.
"um, hi! i'm Tyler! and uh, i have a question! and it'd be great if you could help me with it- if you want to i mean!!"
he nervously played with his fingers, the metal ones of his right hand clicking as he did.
he then gave a very delayed awkward bow, still sitting. he's never talked to a Goddess before so he's a bit panicked-
She laughed. Her laugh was of a babbling brook and thunder, as she smiled a cheery smile. "Relax dear. Someone get us two cups of tea!" She said, and off flew some fairies to do their bidding. "I am only here to help. I am the protector after all. Now then. Speak your wishes. I will see what I can do." Suddenly a rock was thrown at her. Quick as a wink a vine out of nowhere caught it and put it in her lap. "Oooh. This has a fossile in it. Thank you for the gift darling!" She called. She then cut her eyes across the room, and singled out a man with dark purple hair and grey eyes. There was some slithering as the vines grabbed the man, gagged him, and dragged him off. "Now then. Speak. And do not be afraid. I really am quite kind."
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"Would anyone else like to come sit and talk?" She said as two cups of tea are handed to her. "Settle down, now please. Come. I'm here to listen to all!"
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Two teenage boys stumbled into the great hall, keeping a tight hold on each other's hands as they joined the throngs of people. Tristan, a freckled boy with bright hair and a prosthetic foot, his fingers intertwined with those of Alex, a short Asian with sunken, eyeliner-rimmed eyes. Noticing a young man already in front of the throne, Tristan put out an arm to stop his companion. Worriedly, Alex tightened his grip on Tristan's hand.
"Don't worry, it's gonna be fine," Tristan murmured, pressing Alex's hand between both of his own. "This was your idea anyway, why are you so nervous?"
Alex sighed. "You're right. But hey, I have the right to be nervous, this is a fucking goddess we're going to be talking to."
Crystal got up from the throne and walked forward, her long green dress trail flowing behind her as she stepped in front of them and bent down. "Well hello there little lovelies. And what may I do for you today?" She asked, hands clasped together as her eyes danced with lights in her eyes, always happy to help.
"Um. Hi," Tristan said, and his voice quaked slightly, but he kept smiling. "I'm–sorry, I've never spoken to a deity before. Uh. My name's Tristan, and this is my boyfriend, Alex. We're kind of represent–the uh, the rest of our friends. We–well, I wanted to talk with you. You see, we heard you could, ah, fix things, so to speak?" He flicked his hair out of his eyes.
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She nodded. "Yes precious dears. Oh no need to be afraid. I had a wife you know. Poor dear died at sea, ended up in the under lands. Now then,what needs to be fixed hm?" A vine handed her her satchel,and she pulled out a large thick book. (Guys stahp asking to join just join! Really! I don't mind!)
In a corner near the entrance to the library, a woman with a golden braid lingered. She was feeling unusually timid, despite the burning question in her heart. Watching the young men and the cheerful goddess, she felt the walls around her heart begin to rise. But the questions persisted. She slowly stepped forward.
Alex quickly piped up, sensing others that were waiting their turn. "Uh, we have a…a really good friend who's in a bad place, family-wise, and we were hoping you could help us make things better for them. And, uh, another friend of ours is struggling heavily with a mental illness…I–he's got it the worst out of all of us, really."
Tristan nodded. "Technically we've all got problems of our own that we could ask to be fixed," he said, his prosthetic tapping on the floor, "but we talked and we agreed that those two are the ones that truly need it the most."
"What do you need from us?" Alex asked.
She was already flipping through the book, and put a hand on Tristan's foot. The prosethic fell off and in it's place grew a leg. "There. Now then. What do I need from you? My, You act like as if I'm a cruel god. I want nothing from you. Only to take care of yourselves. Darlings, where are these troubled friends of yours hm? I cannot grant things as much and wealth, nor cure mental disease but. I will see what I can do. Do I not even get names?"
Tristan stared in pure shock and awe at his foot, moving it around cautiously, even lifting it up to touch it to make sure it was real. A smile slowly grew on his face.
Alex grinned at him and turned back to Crystal. "Oh, we aren't asking for wealth or anything like that, no. Our, um, our friend Jamie lives with an…abusive parent. They clearly can't see how much they're being harmed by her and–well, since they would never, we thought maybe we could ask you if you could help in any way."
He stopped for a moment and shifted his weight onto his other foot.
"As for our other friend, his name is Ben. He has depression among other serious problems, and the thing is, well, if you aren't able to fix that, like you said, then maybe you could…assist us in finding something to help him? We've tried therapy but he hasn't really…"
He trailed off without finishing the sentence.
"What I'm saying is, he kinda has a broken family as well, and it's…it's not really making things any better for him. We want to know what we can do."
"Tsk tsk. I the great Crystal, who adopted 16 children all from similar situations,most from much worse and I saved them. Go scurry off my little blossoms. Test out that new leg, show it off as proof. Bring them back here. And we just shall see if I still have my old charm." She tapped each on the nose. The crowd was in shock of how Crystal was. She had been dead for a few centuries so most were unsure of how to be around her. "Alright then! While I wait for the boys to return, may I have another? Hmmm? Any problems? Aches chills objections, questions? Come forth do not be afraid!"
The blonde woman felt frozen to her spot. The miracle of the boy’s leg somehow intimidated her. She shouldn’t be here. She didn’t deserve it. But she needed to know…
Yes. That is her sole purpose. She wouldn’t ask for forgiveness, nor pity or kindness. She didn’t deserve such luxuries. The walls around her heart strategically placed, she stepped forward, slightly shaking.
“Um, excuse me?” despite her resolve, she hadn’t really planned out what she would say to the Goddess of Life. “My name is Arabelle… Arabelle Collins. I-“
She closed her eyes, which began to water. Just cut to the chase.
“I made a terrible mistake.”
Crystal looked down. "I let my own brother be killed and still live with the remorse." She patted the blondes head kindly. "Come dear. Have some tea. Spill your worries. I'll listen. Now mistakes, especially as grave as this sounds, I will treat seriously. Go on then. Right to the needle point what have you done?"
