Plot || The Star Wars Vaikuntha Special

[hatejakku]

Who: Open
When: June 8-14
Where: Everywhere
What: The race for the crystals is on!!
Warnings/Notes: OOC Post


Crystals have fallen out of the Dream Width in a beautiful meteor shower and scattered all over the world! Due to their origins and mysterious properties, the Curti Center is interested in gathering as many as they can for researching purposes. To incentivize the public in helping out, O'aka has donated a few silver coupons to those top few who collect the most crystals. There's also a rumor that the one person (or more if there's a tie) who collects the most, wins something marvelous and mysterious~

The hunt for these crystals have taken storm across Vaikuntha and they're suddenly worth a lot. It's all anyone talks about anymore! The locals have gone crazy with it! If you weren't interested to begin with, surely the madness that is this new fad has sunk its teeth in. Besides, who knows what the crystals can actually do? Are they gifts? Curses? Dust collectors? Only one way to find out.

NAVIGATION
❄️ Snow	🔎 Shadow	🔥 Flame	🌼 Flower	☔ Rain	☀️ Sun	❤️ Love	🌵 Arrow
🎭 Sword	🎶 Chime	👻 Grey	🥚 Egg	✉️ Chrome	🏁 Rainbow	🐹 Plasma

LEADERBOARD
Character	| Crystals
Klonoa	| 08 ❄️🔎❤️🌵🎭👻✉️🐹
Kuja	| 07 🔎🌼🎭🎶👻✉️🐹
Frisk.bin	| 06 🔎☔🌵🎭✉️🐹
Uendo	| 05 ❄️🔎🎶✉️🐹
Corrin	| 04 ☔❤️🌵🎭
Red	| 03 🌵🎭✉️
Okuyasu	| 03 ❄️🌼🐹
Tyzias	| 02 ❄️🐹
Megatron	| 02 🌼🐹
Maul	| 02 👻🏁
Sephiroth	| 02 🌼✉️
Naoto	| 02 ❤️✉️
Adrien	| 01 ❄️
Castor	| 01 ✉️
Selphie	| 01 🌵
Pidge	| 01 🥚
Minimus	| 01 🌵
Kenichi	| 01 🐹
Papyrus	| 01 🔎
Naomi	| 01 🌼
Ovelia	| 01 🌼
Asriel	| 01 🎭
Kanji	| 01 ❤️

Comments

Go for it. Klonoa's false memory grandpa.

[wind_in_my_ears]

Klonoa slowly steps through the city, an uneasiness to his movements. With Luta off hunting treasure of his own, he's left to his own devices, wandering around the cobble steps as the oppressive silence rings through him like a negative-form of gong.

For the first time in a while, Klonoa feels really, truly alone.

He's never felt right here... but then, that isn't really news. The problem is that the stillness is giving his mind room to wander, and with the spooky environment, it isn't landing on very pleasant things. Kuja.. the past... some of the things he can remember. Klonoa exhales slowly, his ears drooping a bit more than usual as he decides that he can't keep looking out in the empty streets anymore. Or.. was that his idea to begin with?

He's feeling so disconnected right now. From other people.. from himself. He puts a hand on the door, almost without realizing it, as he pushes through and steps inside...

[hatejakku]

Klonoa enters the house to find doors leading to the right and left. He also finds an old man in a rocking chair, sitting by an open window. The chair creaks as he rocks slowly back and forth, a pipe sticking out of his beard.

He doesn't seem to be aware that anyone else is there.

[wind_in_my_ears]

Klonoa lets out a sigh of surprise. "Whew, you scared me, you--"

He stops talking, his mouth slowly closing as he removes himself from leaning against the doorway.

He knows that creaking. From a very long time ago. That sound is ingraid, deep within the dark crevices of his mind.

"...Chi-chi?'

[hatejakku]

The chair stops rocking, the old man slowly, painfully slowly, turning his head to look at Klonoa. He doesn't speak. Just stares, waits.

[wind_in_my_ears]

Klonoa stares, his arms loose at his side as he tries to conjure up memories--so long ago now, that he can't even quite remember them... or maybe that's not why. Maybe it's because of a completely different reason.

Klonoa swallows, uncertainty, relief, confusion, fear, and... above all, the slow pressure of sadness welling up within him as his emotions mix together nonharmoniously. When he finally speaks, it's more like a croak than anything else.

"..Chi-chi, I.. I..."

He can't keep holding in something he's kept inside for so long.

"...Huepow told me. He.. he told me about... how nothing was real." He says, lamely, looking down in what... almost seems like shame and embarrassment.

[hatejakku]

The old man stares back at Klonoa, nothing betraying how he feels. His features are blank beneath the glasses and beard.

However, he does hold out a hand. It's intangible but it's there.

[wind_in_my_ears]

Klonoa looks down at the hand, and slowly steps forwards, reaching out to grasp it in both of his own. He sinks down onto his knees. It's been a long time since he's been in this position. He feels taller now.

"...I don't think I knew what was going on at the time, but.. I know at least that I wish I could have gotten to know you more." He says, looking down. "...Whoever you are, and... whatever you really thought of me."

omg im catching feelings over here

[hatejakku]

The old man stares down at him for a moment before squeezing Klonoa's hand. He still says nothing, apparently having nothing to say. Or nothing that can be said.

The vision begins to disappear into smoke, the man and chair floating away to leave a Grey Crystal behind in front of Klonoa.

Welcome to klonoa: the saddest game ever made

[wind_in_my_ears]

Klonoa exhales slowly, his body sinking lower than it was before by a significant margin. He sits on his knees, head lowered as he just stays like that for a while.

When he stands up again and leaves, his posture doesn't go back to what it was when he came in.