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You awaken amidst the darkness with only a faint light to greet you. Your body is hemmed in by shards of crystals, gently sparkling and possibly pricking your skin. The surrounding landscape is dyed in the pinks and purples of the dusk filled with crystals protruding from the ground, some as large as a skyscraper. Even the few shy moon creatures you find in the wild have strange crystal growths on their hides. This is far from home— perhaps a dream? You pinch your skin and slap your cheeks, yet nothing seems to do the trick. Searching for answers yields nothing but an endless expanse of purple dust as far as the eye can see. You have four options: one, panic; two, soil yourself; three, admire it all then soil yourself; or four, go into survival mode. Eventually, you’ll realize that you’re not alone.

After a day or two of living off the crystal wilderness, a group of people find you worse for wear. They are the gallant Moon Knights from the planet of Prismatica. After the strange phenomenon during the past months when scientists observed the sudden appearance of rainbow crystals in the sky, the government has been feverishly combing through the moon for more Moonblessed to be rescued. You’ll eventually be brought into Iris’s moon government center.

You all may have your usual inquiries — Where are we? Who are you? What's going on? Why did I accidentally swallow the worm at the bottom of my tequila? — and the Prismals are almost too eager to answer. They tell you about their world and about the first appearance of the Moonblessed as the medical staff give you an examination to make sure you’re not carrying any viruses or biological hazards. If you react violently, you may be restrained and nerfed with a specialized neurotransmitting gun that releases a numbing agent through the top of your spine. Once the examinations are over, you’re informed that you will be provided accommodations on their planet during your stay.

While waiting for transport to be prepared, you may freely roam around the government center. Eventually you’re called back from exploring, escorted to the docks, and led onto a large transport vessel that makes frequent trips back and forth between the moons and the planet. Faces onboard vary from both old and new Moonblessed as well as the local Prismals. The next destination: Prismatica.

▶ I Heat Up, I Can’t Cool Down
Iris Moon, Government Center (Arrival) and Planet Prismatica, City of Lunatia | top

Welcome to Prismatica’s hub, Lunatia, the city of your dreams! A bustling metropolis lush with bright lights, vibrant colors, luxuriant plant life, and all the conveniences of technology absent from your own world… It seems like paradise to all the uninitiated. After a quick tour of the city, new arrivals can find themselves getting cozy in their new homes.

A Settle in your new home at Level 2 to find new roommates and say hello to your neighbors! City officials will give you directions to the designated districts across Level 2 and instruct you to pick out a unit. Each apartment complex has a different aesthetic, some may look cozy, some stylish, and some bizarre. The free accommodations have a basic living space that can only fit two or three people at most in one unit.

Starter Chromaspace furnishings are provided which can be controlled with the touch of a built-in panel. Examples are color-changing curtains, transforming sofa beds, cabinets turning into tables, etc. Customizing your apartment or moving out will have to wait until you earn more chroma. Until then, why don’t you check out your new neighborhood or explore the city levels? Maybe your new roommates or neighbors can give you a “hand” with allowance for dinner.

B After settling into your apartment, you notice a shiny silver indestructible mechanoid cube with a pair of tiny stag horns attached to it. The card attached says that it’s a gift from the Lunatian government. One touch of the cube makes it hover in place, light up brightly, and play the classic hit Last Firalia by Blam! on repeat. By the 7th listen, you get hot under your collar, beads of sweat forming on your temples and rolling down your neck, and your breath grows labored. By the 17th listen, you’re all but ready to burst into flames — a stark contrast to the plummeting temperature outdoors.

A bit of vigorous moonlacing should keep you from growing too hot and bothered indoors. Or you could simply decide to chuck the cube out the window and let it be someone else’s problem. That won't really stop it, though. The music only stops once the cube picks up enough Chroma in the atmosphere generated via moonlacing, so go forth, and spread the Firialia lust, love, and cheer!

▶ It’s the Moose Wonderful Time of the Year
City of Lunatia | top

In the city of Lunatia, the streets are emblazoned with beautiful antler decorations, gleaming gold and silver along every walkway. Snowflake holograms appear on shop fronts to announce their annual Firialia sales, and Prismals are all rushing to buy gifts and make preparations for the upcoming holiday.

According to legend, on one incredibly harsh winter, ancient Prismals were downtrodden and on the verge of starvation when the majestic stag king of the forest, Firi, emerged from his humble kingdom to bring them warm clothing, blankets, and gifts for surviving the biting cold. It is said that his spirit remains on the land even after the Calamity, appearing every winter solstice to bless the Prismals for the new year ahead. Every year, Prismals mount festive wreaths on their door, decorated with stag horns in Firi's honor, and exchange gifts to invite the benevolent spirit of Firi into their homes.

A Hanging fake deer antlers is a strong Firialia tradition that has endured for centuries — a success that can be attributed to its magical effects, which often compels two people caught beneath to share a bit of Firialia spirit with one another. One can find these trinkets everywhere, decorating even the most secluded of spaces. The antlers come in three colors:

RED: Causes a dangerous but intense feeling of desire to embrace the person you're with! You will want to roughly pin the closest person to you on a flat surface, passionately kiss, and/or aggressively hold hands.

BLUE: Causes people to want to kiss until they’re out of breath, hands liberally moving across each other’s body, and the errant temptation to go further, but no taking any clothes off in public or the Moon Knights will get you! You’ll simply be eager to tease and kiss beyond the lips and have difficulty feeling sated.

PURPLE: Causes people to want to caress each other's faces affectionately, steal soft kisses, and/or tenderly lace their fingers together. They may also feel compelled to offer up some sweet whispers and compliments!

B To combat the cool weather, Prismals will also be handing out cups of warm chocolate moose mousse. This light and creamy dessert is prepared in enchanted moose-shaped cups with a pair of festive graham cookie antlers poking out of it. Prismal traditions include taking a bite and passing it to your neighbor, enabling you to get a glimpse of one another’s Firialia wishlists left unspoken. Fancy a new fishing rod this holiday? Or perhaps that saucy leather subligar you’ve been eyeing since your arrival? The words and images that make up your list appear before whoever eats your mousse, so who knows? Maybe you might get it this Firilia...

▶ Are You Not Entertained?
Level 1, PrismaPlace | top

After the long wait and preparations, the League Match Action Online (LmaO) preliminary qualification rounds are now underway at the gaming hub in PrismaPlace in Level 1, as the city will be hosting the LmaO Grand Championship next month. Moonblessed old and new are welcome to take the game for a test drive and participate!

The award-winning VR MOBA boasts amazingly seamless first-person view graphics and a real-time combat mode almost as authentic as real life and guaranteed to wow and amaze. Players can explore and immerse themselves in the fantasy world of LmaO, where they can create their own avatars and either fight with or against players from Lunatia and the Kingdom of Lyestellus for glory and loot!

In co-op mode, you will be battling a selection of huge beasts chosen at random. The most notorious among them is Ogma the Dread Ogre, who has high defense and pesky unavoidable attacks. PVP mode pits you against other players, and getting KO’d three times in a row or having your base captured is a loss for you and your team. Fun mode featuring mini-games such as virtual basketball, rhythm step action, beat sword, and many more. Winning any of these modes nets you loads of in-game gold that can be used to buy aesthetic skins, cute in-game pets, fun game emotes, furniture for your in-game house, or weapon and skill upgrades to make you stronger for the next round!

Event emcees will be recruiting anyone passing by for the preliminaries and showing them into fully-equipped private rooms for teams of two to eight players. Each player will be given virtual headsets and tight suits for immersion and communication. Prismal players may be recruited with Moonblessed teams if necessary.

A The scenario for the preliminaries is a majestic coliseum filled with gladiators of all ages and species. In LmaO, weapon choices are currently limited to any melee and ranged weapons you'd find in an ambitious fantasy RPG setting (read: you can find dual swords and grimoires but also gunblades), including an elemental magic system of water, fire, wind, earth, dark and light. Choose your weapon and, with your team, fight for the top spot!

As you begin to battle, you notice that the more you get hit, the more your physical body shows visceral reactions to the attacks. Outside of the game, you lose balance. Bruises appear out of nowhere and mar on your skin. You earn minor abrasions and bleed. It’s possible to feel the sweat or saliva of other players or bots, the sensation of their virtual hands grappling you, or their teeth sinking into your shoulder as they bite. It's a new, tantalizing world of virtual stimulation.

B For those of you more interested in the glamour aspects of LmaO, you are welcome to compete against other players in either the in-game or a real glam-a-thon. Festive LmaO cosplayers will be scattered around the venue, dressed in colorful costumes of characters from the game, such as the ridiculously cool cyborg Kenji and the flirty immortal fox mage Yeri. As for the in-game contestants, they are located on a bright sparkling stage. Large monitors at PrismaPlace can be seen livestreaming everything.

Some of the many competitors are dressed in colorful gear, including stylish himations, risque chitons, and a bevy of glittery, neon gladiator sandals. Challenge other players to a fashion walk-off on the raised catwalk. Score high enough on either contests, and you will win an ultra-rare Firialia plump moose mount in-game. You are welcome to invite others on a scenic moose ride after as the plump moose very slowly waddles across the virtual snowfields and exhibits its adorable built-in feature where it decides to take a nap every few minutes.

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[ the hidden cost, as it turns out, comes in the shape of a man who has his cursed and spiked spear (read: not his other spear) aimed directly at six because he's the intruder in this equation. this is a threat he isn't familiar with but it's easy enough to react to: he's quick to adopt an offensive stance, golden fists armed and ready.

he won't be the first one to make a move. maybe the way he was before would have already started the fight, his entire body singing for violence, but this time, he waits.

he answers his own question that was thrown back at him. ]

... Six. Member of the Eternals. Does it mean anything to you?

[ something tells him it won't but you never know. their crew is well-known across the skydom, after all. ]

No. ( he snorts, glaring at the 'eternal' with as much respect as he'd give his former teacher--- which is roughly estimated to be at -100%. ) But it sounds there are more than one of you. Am I wrong?

( slowly standing up, Berserker takes one long breath. he re-clutches his weapon, holding it at his side as his tail swats the ground with a weighty thud. every breath makes the symbol on his chest quiver, the red bright against his skin. the berserker's eyes trace over six's ears, which remind him of... some kind of animal. cat? dog?

if there are more than six... or even six of these eternals, then their individual strength already sounds unimpressive. he wants a challenge, and this 'six' doesn't sound like he's worth the time. )

Either way, this is my room. ( he idly scratches an itch at the base of his neck. ) So unless you're going to move me out of here yourself?

( he flashes those sharp, pointed teeth with a wicked smirk. )

Better get used to company.

[ all things considered, being part of the eternals has long lost its meaning to him. he never wanted to become one, but because he was strong, siete deemed it appropriate to adopt him into the fray. maybe there will come a time where he'll finally understand that man's reasoning - just not today.

today, he gets to deal with someone who barely acknowledges him. that's fine. this guy seems more preoccupied with posturing around with his very large tail anyway, and with nothing else to do, he has time to linger here for a while. ]

There are. [ he gradually shifts back into a more relaxed pose, arms crossing over his chest. ] But if it doesn't mean anything to you, then you don't need to know how many.

[ moving on. ]

You don't care if I choose to stay here?

As long as you don't expect anything of me, then we'll be fine.

( but again, he looks at those ears. something about them is starting to piss him off, and the berserker's nostrils flare as hot air leaves them. the longer he stares, the more he wants to grab them and see what happens. frankly, there's very little that Berserker fears when it comes to a fight: he's surprisingly slippery and resilient, hoping to kill his opponent before they kill him.

a glass cannon with a few spare lives, basically. )

But you will have to answer this question first. Are you some kind of... dog?

( not that he's a cat or dog person, but being a 'hound' himself? sometimes it takes times for two animals to get used to each other.

sometimes, they don't. )

[ six isn't entertaining any thoughts of getting into a fight right now. maybe that'll change eventually. who knows. two strays put together in the same room is always a disaster waiting to happen, but again, who knows, maybe it'll be just fine. it's going better than expected already. ]

Noted.

[ he doesn't expect a lot out of others anyway, so that's easy enough.

his ears twitch at the question, eyes narrowing from behind the mask. if this guy has never heard of the eternals, then what are the chances that he's heard of what he is either? he answers truthfully just because— ]

An Erune. [ a beat. ] Am I allowed to ask the same of you?

[ that tail... is he a primal? ]

Yes.

( but it's really difficult to explain exactly who and what he is--- the corrupt version of a heroic spirit, born from the desires of a queen who wanted someone to be her king. a warped and twisted rendition of a celtic legend... well, frankly he could probably say these things to six and not expose himself or his true name.

an erune probably wouldn't know those things.

but no point in taking the risk. )

I'm a monster. If that doesn't bother you, then... you can have the bed.

( it seems to be in decent condition... )

[ sometimes six is very thankful for the mask he wears over his face. he doesn't have it for any good reason other than to hide how despicable he is, but today reminds him how useful it is when he doesn't want anyone to see his expression. his eyes are wide, shock that someone else would call themselves a monster so easily— he knows it's not really his place to ask though. ]

It doesn't bother me.

[ he's a monster himself, after all.

he finally moves past the entrance to the room, leaving the door open in case he's asked to leave if the one before him changes his mind. his head tilts, curious ears twitching while he remarks about one thing.

(it's not like he plans to stay, but—) ]

A monster wouldn't give up the bed so easily.

[ time to check out how comfortable this bed is, fingers pressing against the mattress lightly, mostly to test its firmness. ]

( he blinks a few times, then takes one long deep breath of which he immediately sighs out, shaking his head. )

No. A monster wouldn't, unless he had issues fitting on it in the first place.

( as he turns, his tail whips around and gives the floor a solid thump--- another reminder that while he may be a merciless killer and 'evil', that this Berserker is indeed a little... unique in a physiological manner. while the bones that adorn his frame sans for the places where bare skin and tight fabric are exposed are minimally protective, the rest of him is fairly mundane.

except for that thicc boi. )

All I can do is lean. ( thank god, who would want to sleep with him! ) But you can fit on it without any problem.

( said the spider to the fly. or something. idk is this intimidating at all??? )

[ the thicc boi catches six's attention. it makes him look, ears perked up and alert, as if it's the most interesting thing in the room. he hadn't given it much thought when he first entered the room but now that the tension has mostly diffused, he can't help but just... stare for a little while longer.

after seconds have passed, he glances back to the bed and then over at the man who's giving it to him so freely. ]

Is it not uncomfortable? [ does he just lean against the bed?? and sleep that way? ] ... I don't have to take the bed.

[ a beat. ]

To make it fair.

Fair? ( that's a laugh, but not to the point where Berseker feels that he needs to make a sound or smile. no, now it's a look of pity. ) That's stupid. You should take any advantage given to you. Because at any time, momentum can shift against you.

( and he looks at that bed and wonders, if for a moment, he should drive his point home by thrusting his spear through the mattress and the frame. it'd make for a sight, but why? if it's only this 'eternal' who sees it, does it actually matter?

... )

Or do you wish to tangle with a beast?

( the innuendo is there, but it's not what he means...? winkwonk )

[ this is the longest six has ever lingered in the vicinity of someone he barely knows. if pressed to give a reason why, he wouldn't be able to procure one on the spot, but if he really thinks about it, there's a feeling of... companionship? that seems ever-present. he can't really explain it in its entire scope.

his shoulders roll, a half-shrug, half-hearted gesture that almost disregards the overt warning. someone like him is always prepared for the worst; if nothing else, it's always been the only constant thing in his life. that things get worse, no matter what happens.

the question, though, does give him pause. ]

You're asking if a beast will want to tangle with another? In a small room such as this?

[ excuse you. innuendo not-included, he's not sure about the tiny tangling space! it'll get messy!!

(yeah, it totally went over his head.) ]

( tangling in a small space means a few things--- first, easier to clean if it does get messy. second? Berserker will certainly win the size battle. finally, he could use his teeth to some extent. yeah, it might mean his spear becomes harder to wield, but he can find a way to fit it in somewhere!

winkwonk^2 )

I see no other beasts other than myself, though with your ears... there is still a difference between the two of us.

( a snort, and then he goes back to sitting. this time he positions his back against the bed and closes his eyes, tail sneakily sliding underneath the frame. )

I prefer a formidable challenge to test my spear.

[ six is under belief that size definitely doesn't mean anything, but then again, it's not like he's acquainted with any other meaning of the phrase. winkwonk?

seriously though. what does his ears have to do with this? ]

Others will be quick to disagree. [ of course, most are long dead by now but... even a deep part of his conscious can't shake them off entirely. ] But I can give you a challenge, if it's what you seek.

[ for now, he's going to sit down on the edge of the bed. it hasn't occured to him just how exhausted he is until he's no longer standing, but he can't allow himself to fall asleep. not yet. ]

You wouldn't have to worry about holding back.

( what a cute concept, someone offering Berserker to test his strength? and again, he's still not entirely sure what kind of intimidation that six provides. other than looking particularly odd with a mask, the servant doesn't really feel like... he's on the same level. servants can sense servants, and while the now sitting six may be skilled, there is definitely a difference.

alternatively Berserker blows his cooldowns and gets his ass kicked because there's only so much he can do in terms of survivability.

he could also blow something else. heh )

There is no such thing as holding back. ( like when would he ever pull a punch in any situation??? he can slowly put more weight into the mattress and frame, so that he could look at six by tilting his head to the side. ) Especially if you're as threatening as you think you are.

[ both of them are standing on the same unfamiliar territory - neither one able to figure out just how strong the other is, but maybe that's the thrill of it. for now, six is content to let the suggestion sit in the spaces that remain between them. it permeates just like the air, not at all suffocating in the very least. (one day, maybe, they'll find out the answer to this.)

he looks over when the mattress dips, his eyes lingering at the shift for a second longer before he refocuses back on the berserker's face. it's hard to discern his expression because of the mask but the slight tilt of his head helps it come across as curious. ]

I try not to fight without reason.

[ and that's the plain and honest truth. ]

Perhaps you'll just have to test my strength and find out if it's worth your time one day.

If it's not, you'll owe me tenfold for every wasted second.

( and he grins toothily, revealing those unbelievably sharp teeth again. there's certainly ways to make six suffocate and if it's not by his hand at that point in time, it'll be through his spear. the one that he has no trouble wielding, regardless of how unknown the situation may be. )

But don't think because I'm sitting here means that I'll act as your guard dog.

( because Berserker is not a guardian or a dog! he closes his eyes, taking one long and deep breath. )

[ if he were the type to laugh, he probably would have at this point. what he offers instead is a soft huff. ]

I do not intend on wasting anyone's time, least of all my own.

[ now that he's certain the other won't try anything funny, at least nothing he can fend off himself, he finally allows himself to settle on the mattress properly. it's a lot more comfortable than the bed he has on the grandcypher, that's for sure. ]

I also do not require a guard dog. I am more than capable of fighting others if I must.

[ he sounds almost offended... please, does he look like someone who needs protection? ]

Good.

( to both things really, because there's no way that Berserker is going to stay awake? not that he has any reason to sleep, because that's not how it works--- though his eyelids are growing heavier by the moment. it's because he's not being entertained in the way he's used to, whether it's practicing with his spear or being somehow lumped in the rest of his variations. )

Besides, you don't seem like anyone should be threatening.

( because six is not intimidating in the slightest! nope, not at all. )

And if you are, then I should be the one here to see if you're worth the spilled blood.

[ six is used to others underestimating him. that much is nothing new. it's most likely due to his smaller frame and the fact that he has soft, furry ears (hidden by his hood, but still) that he gets these kinds of assumptions but it's fine... he really shouldn't be bothered by it...

he's totally bothered by it. ]

Your efforts are wasted if you are trying to provoke me. I will not rise to the bait.

[ while a physical mask is hiding his expressions, it's unable to help him hold back the tone of his own voice. or the way his ears droop. he can only hope the berserker isn't paying too much attention. ]

I can see that. ( he mutters, eyes not quite closed yet. ) In fact, they are quite limp.

( he speaks to the condition of those ears, which look incredibly touchable in the current state, but Berserker is not at a state where he could feel like this would benefit either of them. not that he wouldn't do it in the future, but doing it now when he's feeling his most... comfortable?

this is a very rare time. )

[ listen, right now is the best time to reach out and pet those ears. this one isn't going to protest. too much. ]

"Quite limp"? What are you referring to?

[ he cracks one eye open; not that you can tell, what with the mask and all. ]

Edited 2020-01-13 00:16 (UTC)

( he grunts, shaking his head. if six didn't know, he's loathe to point it out because it almost certainly will tell the other guy what he's been observing and looking at and that's just embarrassing!!! it's like if someone was staring at the Berserker's tail... either one of them. )

Forget I said anything. ( his eyes flickering back on those ears for a final time. ) You'll just have to deal with me being here, that's all.

( a snort, and he clicks his tongue. )

...

[ his ears twitch again. aren't they so tempting?

the answer he receives is less than satisfactory, but six knows the art of dodging questions too. he isn't going to press for more when he himself wouldn't give an acceptable response if the tables were turned. ]

If I minded your presence, I wouldn't linger here for as long as I have.

[ just saying!! ]

( they are incredibly tempting and how dare you force Berserker's hand? he really wants to get on the bed now and do something with them right this instant, but no. instead, he half-pouts and half-grumbles while thinking about what would happen if he got his hands on them.

probably something stupid, tbh. )

Perhaps. ( or maybe six is equally stupid and he doesn't know exactly how strong the servant is who is sitting at his beside? )

But consider yourself lucky, to be in my presence.

( his tail smacks the bottom of the bed, to prove something i guess )

[ the tail thump makes him raise an eyebrow, an arm folded in such a way to prop himself up so that he could get a better look at the other. his head tilts to one side, as if questioning. ]

'Lucky'? Why should I consider myself lucky?

[ he sounds almost dubious. ]

Are you infamous, where you're from?

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