kaliraseibert.bsky.social
Living mannequin, scientist, the hot chick you dream about
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BEAUTIFUL 💜
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💜
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Yesssss transfix 💜
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Ohhh right I remember this
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PSO2 also needs a subscription for direct trading.... Is PSU still around??
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TT?
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Yeahhhhh but I'd need the subscription to be able to trade x.x
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You wake up instantly, unable to blink. You try to move, but your body doesn't respond. You try to speak but no sound comes from your lips. You're in the center of a dark room on a raised platform, stone walls lit by torches.
You were frozen in a dungeon, paused in time.
I was a curious rogue.
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You take a deep breath. Xyo is already standing. SHE already knows you've made your decision. You nod, and HER body begins to glow brighter and brighter. Your body feels numb and light. You hear one last thing before the universe disappears around you:
"I will remember this."
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You think, for a moment. You could stay here, a plaything for eternity. Your body and thoughts like clay for HER. The world would end and you would have no idea.
Or you could save the world without you in it. You have no idea what would happen to you, but everyone else would be safe.
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"Fixing something like this would be like rewriting a book," SHE explains, genuine pain in her voice. "And you can't fully rewrite a story if one of the characters *knows* they're in a story. I can... pluck you from time, for a while, and put you back somewhere else. But you might not be YOU."
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The moment hangs silently in the air while neither of you say anything. You think for a moment you've been turned into something else when SHE speaks again.
"I will help your people. But you cannot be a part of this action." Xyo sighs. "I'm sorry. I truly am."
You blink, confused.
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"I have no name, but you can call me Xyo (see-yo)." Xyo nods, satisfied. You begin to ask what it means and SHE interrupts, HER eyes suddenly red with tears.
"The words don't exist anymore."
For the first time you feel genuine emotion from this being. Something or someone meant everything to HER.
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HER mouth hangs open for a moment before SHE speaks again. "I have watched civilizations rise and fall. Stars twinkle in and out for eons. I've seen entire species, ways of life wiped out with no trace. I've turned kings into single words. I come from a time before names, and yet never been asked."
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"Okay, okay," SHE relents, "before we get into nitty-gritty deals and whatnot, for being a good plaything: ask me anything. One question. Secret of the universe, recipe for pasta salad, location of immeasurable treasure; anything you want!"
You ask for HER name.
SHE pauses, speechless.
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You try to cake but you cake move your cake. SHE cakes away, leaving you to cake cake cake cakecakecakecakecakecake.
You blink again and spit cake crumbs from your lips. You never want to eat cake again.
"Oh you're MUCH more fun than the others," SHE jests, "everyone usually breaks by now..."
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You start to remind HER that if this world ends, so does SHE.
But your mouth never moves, nor does your body. SHE stands up and plucks your hand from your wrist, leaving behind soft, spongy yellow layers.
"To sugar and eggs, the act of baking is apocalyptic. To you, it's cake." SHE takes a bite.
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"You see, little mortal," SHE sets HER mug on the armrest and leans forward, "To beings like me, the worries of those with finite lifespans are no different from the worries of a paperweight. Would nudging a stone an inch to the right solve that stone's problems? Would it make them worse?"
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You blink, and time folds back in on itself. Only seconds have passed.
You are back in your body once more, SHE grins at you from HER chair.
"Almost got you that time!" SHE takes a sip from HER mug. You exhale frustratedly. SHE is messing with you, and there's nothing you can do about it.
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SHE walks away, humming a tune that you can't quite keep track of. You sit there on the mantle of HER fireplace, a tiny crystal statue of a bird. Hours turn to days, seasons change and years pass. Time means nothing to a simple object.
But... Wait, have you always been an object?
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SHE smiles, polishing your glass crystal face as SHE reads your memories. SHE lets out a soft hum.
"So she lead you to me? I wonder if that's what she needed the other one for... no, that's too simple of a trade..." HER voice trails off as you sit there, light shining through your translucent body.
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Your thoughts drift back to home; the journey you started months ago when the sky cracked like an eggshell. You barely escaped. The Cleric sought help from the gods, who only bickered. The Warrior wanted revenge. The Scholar studied the possibility of beings older than gods, which led here.
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SHE gently takes the deck from you, shuffles the demon back in and sets them down on the table. You begin to speak but SHE interrupts, returning to HER seat.
"I'm bothering to show you all this because I value trust above all else. I want to know one thing: Why are you here?"
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SHE produces a deck of playing cards and hands them to you. Each card shows the face of the Scholar in various expressions.
Except one card, which instead shows a charred demon wreathed in flames. HER hand suddenly touches yours.
"Be careful of this one. She has consulted with another."
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HER eyes drift to the table at the center of the room. On it is a cheese knife with a pewter figure on the handle clutching the blade like a greatsword, screaming in fury: the Fighter.
"This one tried to take a swing at me," SHE stifles a laugh. "Not the smartest companion, that one."
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SHE points at a painting on the far wall. Vague brush strokes give shape to a pale face and blonde hair adorned with flowers. You immediately recognize it as your friend: the Cleric
"This one couldn't understand that there are beings much older and much larger than her gods. We didn't say much."
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You stand up, nervous but fully aware there's no point in drawing your weapon. If SHE wanted to erase your entire existence, SHE could before you had time to blink.
SHE smiles, satisfied with HERself. "I've met with your... friends," HER voice is a warm with a slight English accent.
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You recoil and fall onto the floor. SHE lets out a surprisingly human laugh. You blink, still dizzy from your time as a cat. SHE stares down at you, HER face looks middle-aged; slight wrinkles in HER cinnamon skin surround yellow eyes that almost glow, the only odd feature about HER appearance.
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You shudder. Paws morph into your natural hands. White fur falls from you, revealing your body underneath. You grow and stretch as you touch your face, feeling your features once again.
You sigh as you realize you're still sitting in someone's lap. You turn and are greeted by HER.
"Boo."
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Soon enough, Owner emerges from another room, carrying a mug and a plate. SHE sits in a chair and places the dish on the floor. You walk over and take a sniff.
Purring, you take two bites before hopping up onto HER lap. Comfy and warm, you lick your paws.
Suddenly, you stop.
This isn't right.
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You blink, slowly. The comfort of the warm den makes you purr. You streeeetch your forelegs, tiny claws poke out from the ends of your white paws.
You hop down from your seat and follow the smell of brewing tea. Owner must be nearby; and that means food...
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Ooooh~ 💜
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"yourS iS thE nexT turN," SHE says, answering your thoughts in her own way. "makE youR movE..." SHE brings you closer to HER face, one yellow starry eye becoming larger and larger until HER pupil swallows you whole. "anD theN mY turN."
You wake up in a cabin; a fire crackles nearby.
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Cuuuuuute 💜
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"maybE thiS onE wilL provE trustworthY," HER voice is overwhelming yet so faint you have to strain to hear. Everywhere yet nowhere. Frustratingly vague yet unnervingly direct.
"gameS caN stilL bE woN witH onE piecE lefT." You fall to your knees, flesh once again. Did SHE speak with the others...?
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A hand larger than any thought you've ever made reaches down and envelopes you.
You are standing on the palm of a massive hand. An island. HER face is before you, but you can't focus on it. Like trying to remember a dream. SHE could crush you and make you forgotten.
You are still plastic.
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You open your eyes again, still smaller than small. Your feet, fused to your base, don't move an inch. Your body is plastic, painted and posed in a heroic stance. A caricature of an adventurer. A game piece. A plaything.
Wait, that's not right...
The illusion wanes as you feel HER gaze upon you.
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Each step towards HER domain feels half as far as the last. Then half again. And half again. Soon you feel like you're moving inches at a time. The bushes scrape the clouds as the grass grows up to meet you.
You don't remember being so small.
You close your eyes again and focus.