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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.

▶ Questions
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[Konoha was very much not intellectually equipped to explain robots to anyone. Coming from 17th century Japan, she barely understood what they were herself, able to grasp the concept only under the idea of "people but metal, and sometimes super smart but sometimes can only do like one thing a human made them to do".

So she can't help but give a sigh of relief when he says that's not it- it means she doesn't have to explain them, instead just accepting the drink he doesn't want and giving it a sniff up close. Mmm... it did smell good... so it had to taste good...

But it also feels really hot, the mug warm in her hands, so she waits a second, blowing on the top a bit as she considers... was it rude to ask? Well, she wouldn't know until she did, so-]

What... are you, then? If I can ask, I mean...

[ luckily for konoha, it's not a question six minds answering. his kind can be spotted everywhere you go in the phantagrande skydom but he knows this isn't exactly the same place anymore. even if he's still trying to wrap his mind around that, it doesn't surprise him that there are those who have never seen someone like him before. ]

An Erune. Although... [ looking around them, with all the different prismals and moonblessed alike because it's a certain mooncycle right now— ] It looks as if I'll fit in here just fine.

[ he pauses. ]

Is it still too hot?

Erune...

[To make sure that she's pronouncing it correctly, she repeats it right after him. Erune! A new word and type of people. That apparently have ears and metal faces?

But his question distracts her, and she looks down at the hot drink in her hands. Oh- She was being rude, maybe, just holding on to it-]

Oh, it's probably fine, I'll just...

[She reaches to fish out what looks like a cookie? thing? soaking up the chocolate and breaks off a piece, about to pop it in her mouth before... Hnn, he said he didn't need it, but...

Konoha can't help but offer him the bite-sized morsel, unaware of any potential Firalia wishlist side effects.]

Are you sure you don't eat? Not even a little?

[Look, she's met some robots that could put food in their mouths...]

[ six goes quiet while he considers his options: on one hand, he really isn't interested in participating with whatever holiday traditions they have out there, but on the other hand, maybe it won't be so bad to give this a try... just a small bite won't hurt, right?

plus she's offering it to him again. the more he thinks about it, the more he leans towards just doing it.

screw it. what's the worse that could happen? ]

... Maybe a little.

[ before his resolve wavers, he takes the piece offered to him. it's quickly eaten in the most obvious way possible: he lifts up his mask, just a tiny bit, to reveal that yes, he isn't a robot underneath it, but someone with flesh and teeth and capable of eating the cookie.

the effects are immediate. already, there are words spelling out his deepest desire, his simple wish to protect those he loves with his own strength - and it makes his eyes widen. ]

What... is this—?

[Oh. ... Not a robot, then?

But that means he must wear that metal faceplate mask thing for a reason beyond it being bolted to him, and that... Konoha knows better than to pry farther into. Her own husband had taken months to be comfortable enough to show her what lay under the cloth he wore across half his face, and though she doesn’t see a glimpse of scars or burns beneath this stranger’s... well.

She didn’t know.

What she suddenly does know, however, when she takes her own bite in tandem... is a sense of strength, the desire to protect... and her eyes go wide and her jaw slack in confusion, forgetting even to finish chewing and swallowing for a minute there. She doesn’t even think at first that her own “wishes” might be on display- well. Wish, singular.

Because it’s a baby. More an impression than a word, the feeling of family, of legacy and proof of survival and cute, chubby cheeks, soft hooves and a fluffy tail, cradled close in loving arms.]

Is, um-

[Konoha finally blinks the idea of training to become stronger out of her eyes and gets the cookie bite down before... looking between this masked fellow and the drink in her hands. Masked man. Drink. Masked man. Drink.]

Do... you want to protect people, or did the cookie... ?

[Please tell her she didn’t just eat a cookie with hopes and dreams. This is Lunatia, she somehow wouldn’t be that surprised.]

[ definitely not a robot.

six is someone who can feel confusion and uncertainty unlike most robots. right now those are the exact emotions he's experiencing, because he's definitely caught offguard by what the biscuit... revealed? it's not really a secret that protecting those who are precious to him is what he wants more than anything, but this isn't exactly how others should be learning about it.

especially someone he barely knows.

what gets to him the most is the feeling that comes after. to have a family. to cherish, to love, to care for someone so small and vulnerable. that's what ends up making him flinch, rather unexpectedly, dropping the rest of the biscuit to the floor. ]

I—

[ what does he even say here. how does he even salvage this so she doesn't ask questions? ]

... Yes. It's a simple wish of mine. [ with ears pinned to his head, looking downwards, he seems real apologetic. ] I didn't mean to drop it.

Oops-

[Distracted by what she’s just seen, Konoha notices a moment too late that the cookie is falling from his hand, going to try and catch it but missing by a mile. The sheer ineffectiveness of her attempt makes her laugh a bit self-consciously, but... oh, his ears look sad. Normally... she’d use someone’s face to judge that, but his is just that scary metal mask...

Still, she picks the cookie up off the ground so as not to make a mess (which was apparently called “littering”?), smiling in what she hopes is a reassuring manner.]

That’s a good wish.

[Unaware of her own broadcast, the desire being one she feels rather often when out in the city amongst the Prismals, who were somehow still able to have children even though she’d been rendered barren by her arrival- No. Now wasn’t the time to lament the unfairness of it all.

Instead, she gently offers the drink back to him, her smile turning a little sheepish.]

But I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry... Maybe you should keep this. It might have more of your thoughts inside it.

[ the feeling that resonates deep within him is something warm and precious, something that's so unfamiliar to him all thanks to his circumstances growing up. it doesn't relay very well all thanks to the mask that hides his face, but rest assured it's written all over his expression. he's equal parts... envious? and relieved that there are those who wouldn't cast aside anyone who couldn't protect themselves.

he feels bad she had to pick up the cookie he, himself, just dropped, but it's too late to do it anyway, settling for accepting it when it's offered back to him. it's not like he has any plans on eating it. it'll just be more polite than refusing it again like he's done so since they first started interacting with each other. ]

Yours isn't bad either.

[ mostly saying it because he doesn't know what else he could respond with.

as for the drink, he stares at it for a while. ]

Are you sure? Your own thoughts might be there too. I don't care much if others see more of my own.

[ it's not like he keeps them a secret or anything. ]

Mine?

[There’s a moment when Konoha stares at him in confusion, having been so distracted by his own wish popping into her head that she hadn’t quite realized he’d seen her own- that it wasn’t just her usual thoughts feeling more visual than usual on account of only recently realizing that the wish wouldn’t come true. Not in Lunatia, at least... where she was stuck... for gods knew how long.

Oh.]

A- ah, we saw each other’s wishes?

[It suddenly makes some degree of sense, as much as “magic” could, anyway, but... Konoha laughs a bit helplessly as she rolls the mousse in her hand, tapping a bit anxiously on the side of the cup.]

I heard this holiday was for giving gifts, but I guess we didn’t do it right. No one else can grant ours, can they...

[ seeing each other's wishes seems like such an absurd concept and yet it just happened right in front of their very eyes. it doesn't surprise him that a place that can drag people here against their wills is capable of such a feat, but it doesn't make it any less unnerving. even if he has nothing to hide.

his shoulders roll in what's probably some half-hearted attempt at a shrug. ]

I'm not one for the holidays, [ never have been. he's always spent it trying to avoid the festivities even his captain tries to drag him into it. ] but a wish like yours... surely it's not an impossible goal to achieve.

[ the half-eaten cookie is still in her hands, something he's so intent on staring at as if it has all the answers they seek. ]

Anyone would be lucky to be part of your family.

[Konoha would only be able to agree. Sure, she’d gotten a bit more used to encountering magic since being taken from her village, she’d stopped automatically thinking she’d gone crazy and started just attributing everything she didn’t understand to either “technology” or “magic”... But she can’t say she likes it.

Or likes encountering it in her daily life when she’s just trying to eat. This one might be... perhaps harmless, but. They weren’t always, and she was easily reminded.

Like she’s reminded now of having recently been told in no uncertain terms that what she’d barely registered hearing at the orientation on the moon (because who could listen to that on a moon?) was true. She was barren here. All the Moonblessed were, and though she wanted to believe the people who said that surely it would just magically not be that way again once they got home...

She’s still scared.]

Just impossible here.

[Where she was. Where she didn’t know how long she’d be, or if she’d ever get home. But though her smile slips, she manages to keep it on just barely, forcing the corners of her lips back up.]

But thank you... I’m sorry, I saw your wish but I don’t know your name. I’m Konoha.

[ it's probably a good thing that six encountered magical food so early in the game. maybe it'll better prepare him for whatever else is to come, which is surely much worse than what they just both experienced right now. however, even if it doesn't, it wouldn't be the first time something has caught him so off-guard, and he'll deal with it as they come.

a part of him wants to ask what she means that it's just impossible here, but six isn't blind nor lacks perception. he sees her smile falter just a bit and he knows by then it's not really his place to ask.

he's not the best at comforting anyone either, so... ]

The name and title I was given is Six, member of the Eternals. You need not apologize... My wish...

[ he pauses, unsure of what to say here, but— ]

It's nothing special.

"Six"... ?

[She hopes he isn't offended, as if she's calling his name strange, but Konoha has to check to make sure she heard correctly. Six as in... the number? He says "name" as well as "title"... and "Eternals", which makes it sound like he's immortal? He could be, she's met people here who claimed to be all sorts of things, but...

Instead, she just starts with the name, still holding the cup of chocolate mousse carefully in her hands as if guarding their wishes from any prying eyes or minds.]

I think every wish is special.

[That's what makes them wishes, not just "wants".]

Perhaps.

[ the sentiment is appreciated all the same, but six knows he isn't granted the same luxury as everyone else. try as he might, not even his simplest wishes are left sacred by virtue of everything he's done in the past.

the mask hides the rueful smile he's got on his face right now, but the tone of his voice gives it away. ]

Someone like me can only hope it is.

[ silence follows but six doesn't let it linger too long. ]

... We should return the mug soon, to whoever owns it.

[She only has the voice to go off, but.. there's something a bit sad in there that Konoha can't quite let go, her own expression softening slightly in the silence. She'd been hoping all her life, and it's all she can do now, in this place full of magic and technology that she doesn't understand. Hope that she can one day have the family she desires. Hope that one day they can go back to their homes. Hope that everyone stays safe in the meantime...]

Hope is all any of us can do.

[Even the ones among them who did have powers... Even the Lunar Scientia, they didn't have the answers. Just hope.

So she smiles, patting the mug in her hands.]

I'll take care of that, don't worry. This one's on me!

[ the erune is silent for the longest time, taking in her words.

hope can be such a treacherous thing. six is intimately aware of its double-edged sword: how torturous it is as much as it's capable of bringing you so much relief. still, staying hopeful has its own merits that he can't deny, and doing so is slowly becoming much easier these days anyway. ]

You're certain? I can accompany you...

[ he's not sure why he even suggested it. time to see if he can salvage his embarrassing suggestion. ]

Crowds can get unruly during a festival like this.

[ close enough. ]

[It would be easy to insist that she could do it by herself. After all, it really was just throwing away a weirdly psychic wish-vision dessert... but he was being nice, and he was either new to the city or just new to her... either way.]

Are all "Eternals" gentlemen?

[So she smiles, giving a little bob of a bow before starting to walk and begin the search for where to return the cup, clipping her long-legged pace to match a more bipedal one- she had human parents, she's used to it.]

The crowds here are so much bigger than the ones in my world... even on a festival day in the border checkpoint town.

[ the change in her own pace is appreciated, but not at all necessary. six falls in step with her without needing to adjust at all, lightfooted and brisk as he always is. every step he takes feels like it has conviction, with purpose; this one is really determined to accompany her until the mug is all but returned (or tossed away).

he does, however, huff a tiny bit at her remark. ]

Not all. There are a few who are questionable... [ one person in particular comes to mind, all jokes and premade smiles that never fail to irritate the hell out of six. ] However, most are gracious and kind in their own way.

[ that's the nicest way he'll ever put it. ]

... Smaller crowds mean more chances for peace and quiet, does it not?

Well, that's true. I like it most of the time, but... a festival every now and then is nice. Maybe just not this crowded.

[He keeps up a nice pace for a two-legged... Erune! (Erune, she'll remember, because she really wishes people would remember jinba instead of calling her a "centaur".)

Maybe Erune's liked peace and quiet? Or just Six? Or-]

And... what is an Eternal, anyway? Sorry, maybe it's something everyone knows in your world...

I suppose. [ six could only shrug his shoulders. ] I have never been too fond of festivities... I am better off in the shadows, where I belong.

[ it was really only a matter of time before he injected his edgelord personality into this conversation anyway. still, he acts like it's the most normal thing to say and continues talking. ]

The Eternals are composed of ten individuals who are the strongest at their weapon of choice. Our leader likes to say we are meant to protect the Phantagrande skydom from its enemies, but it would be more accurate to call us a group of ruffians.

[ a beat, and then it's followed by a sigh. someone still isn't sold on this whole eternals business. ]

It is not something you would know unless you're from my world, as you say. No need for apologies.

[He says it so normally that she almost misses what a ridiculous ting it is he says, "better in the shadows where he belongs", hung up instead on trying to figure out what the ten weapons were. Were there even ten types of weapons? Katana, wakizashi, short dagger, spear, ax, bow and arrow... okay, that was six...]

Well, are you protecting people... ? "Ruffian" makes it sound kind of like you're thieves...

[Or maybe they were, with that shadow line? Except he didn't strike her as a criminal so much, even though she knows she'd been accused of being too trusting or too naive in the past.]

That's not why you're better in the shadows, is it?

That is essentially the nature of our missions, yes.

[ to protect those who cannot protect themselves. the right the many things that were wrong in their world. his leader has always been such an optimistic idealist, but even six cannot deny him the truth. ]

We are not thieves of any sort; however, most tend to see us as vigilantes due to the way we work.

[ he's saying too much but siete isn't around to stop him from divulging too many secrets. ]

That I was raised an assassin is a reason why. [ he pauses. ] Amongst other things.

Oh, I see...

[Vigilantes... she had heard some people here and there since she began her journey talk about justice, but coming as she did from a more rural village far from the centralized government of the shogunate... most justice she knew was more "vigilante" than it was organized...

A second too late, however, she realizes that she sort of just "oh, I see"'d the fact that he was raised an assassin. And that's definitely not "oh, I see" material. Pulling a bit of a double take, she stares back (and slightly down) at him with a rapid series of blinks, struggling for words.]

I mean- Not "I see"... I don't see... Because we just met...

[He said "raised an assassin" not "that I am an assassin", so... Probably alright? He didn't really give off a scary assassin vibe... you'd probably know that sort of thing if you felt it, right?]

[ six's ears turn towards her, and then his gaze follows, head titled slightly to the side. he would almost come across as curious if it weren't for the fact that he's just... staring back at her too. he's all but stopped moving ahead too, waiting for her to start moving again before he does.

(it's not like he has any idea where they're going anyway...) ]

I can clarify anything, if you want.

[ the only parts he has to keep a secret are anything regarding the specifics of the eternals' missions, so... ]

[She's really glad he has ears. She can't decide if they remind her more of a cat's or a fox's, but they're super helpful in her attempts to read his body language, a task hobbled greatly by... the scary looking metal mask he wears on his face. Still, she thinks he isn't offended... so,]

Are you... still an assassin now?

[Konoh can't help but start there, as simple as it was. As much as she thinks, a second later, that an active assassin probably wouldn't just admit to being one??? Jeez-]

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how is she... so cute..............

the same way he's so edgelord, bless

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