β Reason is the natural order of truth; but imagination is the organ of meaning. β - C.S. Lewis - OC RP Account for β JACK NIGHTFALLβ . -
JACK IS 16 , MUN IS 18
Joined September 2021
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Jack seems to be . . staring at them .
. . . Thereβs a notepad in his hand .
In truth, heβs trying to get a decent look at them because they look fun to draw .
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The boy taps them on the shoulder .
β. . . H . . Hey, uh . . Nico ? β
Seems heβs got something to say .
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The author is . . Face-down on the ground .
. . . He seems to be . . Smoking . Not like, with a cigarette, like. . His entire body is letting off smoke .
. . . Will [ THE READER ] investigate ?
β. . . . . Right .
. . . . Iβll . . Iβll stop it . Just. . Just give me . . β
He sighs .
He reaches up and grabs all of the strings attatched to his limbs.
In a swift motion, he uses his stone wing to cut all of them at once .
He collapses , as the glow dissipates .
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β. . . . Too . . Much ? β
He steps closer to them again .
β. . I donβt understand .
. . Whatβs wrong with . . Me ? β
β. . . . I know you canβt see it .
. . So Iβll show you. β
He steps back .
The glow surrounding him compacts inwards. .
Before it expands in all directions , creating a cloud of light so dense it can be felt.
β . . . I donβt know the limits of it . Iβve . . Never tested such . β
He steps forward, his movements fluid like that of a puppet .
β. . . . I know that it feels . . Powerful . β
The author is . . Face-down on the ground .
. . . He seems to be . . Smoking . Not like, with a cigarette, like. . His entire body is letting off smoke .
. . . Will [ THE READER ] investigate ?
β. . . Here goes . β
He draws a twelfth symbol, and suddenly he begins glowing again. Brighter than ever, almost like a shroud over his entire body.
But, the light doesnβt fade. Instead, it seems to slowly take a physical form . A form beyond anything Jackβs done before.
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Jack steps forward, now resembling something much more . . divine .
Strings rise from his limbs , up past the sky, held by something unseen .
Two rings surround his face. One of eyes, one of mouths.
His limbs are segmented. His arms seem almost wooden, his legs chitinous.
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β. . . . Iβve been called that before. . β
He crosses his arms .
β. . I guess itβs . . Not entirely wrong but Iβve been trying to get better about it .
. . . I guess Iβve never been good with the supernatural . β
β. . . . Itβs. . Fine ? β
The author tries not to call attention to it. Heβd rather not poke at what could be a sore spot .
β. . . I guess heβs more of a fashion designer than an artificer anyways. Just so happens that he likes to add . . A bit of magic to his creations . β
