When You Made Wishes: start! (player plot)

[deuteranope]

Imagine Wist's surprise when April rolled around and their plan for a great prank was foiled on account of all those students just...leaving??? Truly, they have become the April fool... It's what they wanted, of course -- for the pitiful humans to find freedom -- and sure there are some stragglers around, but...in the end, they decide to take the win and enjoy a short break of their own. Good thing, too, or they might have pulled out all their hair in frustration when Spring Break comes to an end and the swarm of students and faculty willingly return to their prison.

While settling back into the academy and resigning themselves to a routine, the people of Daybreak will be soothed by a gentle tune rising up from the forest. It isn't a song they've heard before, and yet, somehow...it's nostalgic, isn't it? The soft notes of the pan flute stir up something in their hearts, tugging at old memories and drawing forth a feeling of dissatisfaction and longing out from under them. Let the song lull them into taking a moment to withdraw from the hustle and bustle -- hey, turns out they sort of need it. Maybe they're coming down with a cold, or just some quick little bug...
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>> user M3G4M4G1CH4XX posted on April 6th, 2019:
Why did you come back? You don't have to live like this.

Weren't things better back then? Try to remember what it used to be like.
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The odd message from an iris account that doesn't exist isn't up for long before the spell kicks into the next phase. However they manifest and from when differs from person to person, but those affected will all have the bizarre experience of watching some ghost of themselves from their past be born from their soul's memory. Don't think there are those that can escape this fate just by returning at a later time, either -- Wist can keep up this panpipe nonsense all day, every day if they have to. If that what it takes to get their point across...

Good luck trying to comprehend whatever point that may be, because now Daybreak is the new home to a bunch of familiar-looking rugrats and has to contend with whatever complications they may bring along with them.
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[For more information on this plot, please see this ooc infopost!]

Comments

[spelleton]

The voice is small and comes from...somewhere. Ekkehardt is good at getting into small spaces, being so small himself. Right now he's slightly squished behind a bookcase.

"I'm not lost. Not that lost."

It's a half-truth at best. He doesn't know where he is, but he's reluctant to come out and show a weakness like that. Anything could be a trap, or someone wanting his head. Better to stay hidden.

[infestedcouncilpresident]

"You can't be very comfortable back there, can you? Come on."

She crouched low, so as to look less threatening, and held out a hand towards Ekkehardt, kind of like she was trying to coax a skittish cat to stop hiding under a car. "We're in Daybreak Academy, I think. They're the good guys."

[spelleton]

"It's full of humans, though," says the boy, reluctant and soft. But she seems...safe, so after a moment of clear calculation he shifts forward a little bit. Gradually inching out from his hiding spot.

"Are you human?"

[infestedcouncilpresident]

She paused, and her eyes got kind of weird. "I used to be, but then...then something bad happened. Now I'm not quite human anymore because of the-" and then her voice took the tone of someone reciting something phonetically despite not QUITE understand what it meant. "-Deamonic symbiotic parasite in me."

She kept holding out her hand. "Humans aren't bad though. Aren't you human?"

[spelleton]

"That sounds like it hurt. I can try and heal it, if you want." He clambers out of his hiding spot, more lured by the possibility that someone is hurt and needs help

(--the tall woman picks him up and carries him through the silent house. Everything is scarred, and his head hurts.

He feels warmer, and it makes him less numb. The woman holds light and warmth in an open hand and smiles at him--)

--like he had, once. Like he still does.

He takes her hand.

"I'm human. But humans fight and hurt each other, so I have to be careful. It doesn't mean I'm safe, so I have to hide."

[infestedcouncilpresident]

She shook her head. "It doesn't now. I can make it not hurt."

An older and wiser Kohaku knew it wasn't smart to just turn off your sense of pain. Pain was useful. It stopped you from hurting yourself.

"I can make sure you're safe." She said, taking his hand. She was the big kid here, and that meant she had to be the cool one who didn't panic. That's what big kids and grownups do. They make everything be okay. "I'm Kohaku, what's your name?"