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Spite the Gods
She’s aware she’s a character. She’s aware that she’s not that fleshed out, or well developed, or even all that thought out. But she’s still a character. Who has thoughts and feelings, opinions and a backstory, however light she knows it is.
Her name is Lockette. She sometimes goes by Locko. She’s part Greek. She will sometimes switch languages without even knowing, speaking with the greek alphabet. She has siblings. She thinks. She has a boyfriend.
She has a boyfriend. She knows that he is not here much, either. That there are reasons for why that is. She doesn’t actually know a lot about it. She thinks he’s mentioned something about being displaced in different worlds? She’s not sure. She doesn’t know.
She knows that he is also a character. Knows about it because of the other place. The place where she is actually from. When her boyfriend is here, even when only she is here, she can feel the lines blurring. Different people, different characters, different Personas, all converging together. Easily melding together and slipping information from one to another. It’s weird.
She doesn’t know what to do with that information.
…
It’s weird, knowing you’re a character, while also feeling like a person…
Spite the Gods
That’s what she said. That’s her motto. That is her Driving force, she knows.
It’s different, she thinks, from how other people interpret the phrase. Her boyfriend, for example, spites the Gods in different ways. The few times she has seen, he’s confrontational, and defiant, and he does whatever he can to get on the Gods’ nerves. Mostly in a joking and lighthearted manner, but still. There’s some truth to it, she feels.
How he’s directly challenging the Gods to their faces. Questioning their authority by pressing buttons and pushing boundaries.
She knows others think of it similarly. Maybe even doing or acting the same.
Confrontational. Defiant. Loud. Combative.
The way she is rallying to spite the Gods is not like that. No. What she means is to completely ignore and undermine the One Rule they have put in place.
Not outright. Never confronting the Gods about it. No.
She wishes to demolish the supposed “divide” between the teams.
Anarchy.
Not in the way most people would think. By causing chaos, reigning terror, doing whatever wicked thing they can think of with no regards to the consequences.
No. What she means is quite the opposite. Anarchy. Keeping the peace. Staying friendly. Disregarding the borders that have been placed between them.
The Gods have one rule. Or maybe request. Decree? Either way, they want us to Fight. They want us to go against each other, and stay loyal only to our teams. Our colours.
Why listen?
Why follow the orders of a God who wishes to see them divided?
Anarchy.
Defy the system. Do not let themselves be controlled by the word of an Authority. Show them that they are wrong about their interpretation of them.
Choose peace. Non-violence. Choose to be kind, and nice, and friendly. And choose to disregard the colours between us.
Spite the Gods
She hears snippets. The teams and factions. They all have certain Standards. Certain characteristics that define, or at least, generally characterise them.
She’s not sure how different they are from what she knows of them. And even then, she mostly just knows that Ruby is known as the Fighters. Bloodthirsty. The violent and competent combatants.
Or was that just the Red Winter Alliance? Are they still a thing? She thinks they are. But like everything else about this world. This realm. This dimension. She doesn’t know. And that bothers her.
Spite the Gods
She wishes she could be here more. Then maybe she would actually understand the political culture surrounding this land, instead of just basing it off her own interpretation and desires.
Spite the Gods
She’s aware things are happening to her siblings. That things are happening with her siblings.
She knows they have new names. New personalities? She knows that they, like her, are “just” characters. Personas used for this world, this realm. But she also knows that unlike her, they are actually here. That they do actually experience this world in its entirety, and in what goes on here.
She knows their lives aren’t quite happy. Everest - or is it Expyr here? - is lonely. An outcast? She doesn’t know. She knows they have a reputation with Wardens. And of being a Capable Player. She’s proud. She doesn’t know much, but she knows that she will shout the title Warden King for all to hear.
She knows things are also going on with her other siblings. She doesn’t know what. Or she’s not sure. Or maybe she’s forgotten. She wants to know. But she feels like things happen so fast here, and she can never keep up. She knows she loses the information in the flood of events that seem to keep on happening here.
She can’t keep up. She’s never there, anyways.
Spite the Gods
Her sibling is one of the Gods now.
Milo, she thinks they’re called here.
Are they even still siblings? Or is this place different, and they actually don’t have a familial relation here?
Do they believe the same as the other Gods? They seem more benevolent than them, from what little she has seen.
Not that the other Gods aren’t benevolent. She knows Midas does their best. And she wholeheartedly believes that they are doing a good job. She just. She just disagrees with their ideology.
Their sibling seems kinder. More present. More approachable. But maybe that is because of her own relation to them.
She’s not sure what to think of this.
Her sibling has many shops. For both lights, and plants, and even heads and other decorations.
They don’t seem to promote the same split between the teams. The factions. But she thinks she has heard snippets from her other sibling that they do not get along. That Expyr and Milo don’t like each other?
She’s not sure what to think.
She’s not here enough to know what to think.
Spite the Gods
She’s aware that maybe it is due to her distance from this place that she believes that. That that is why she holds to this ideology so strongly.
She’s aware that there has been almost a year of history in this place that would likely make her ideology flawed, maybe even impossible. But regardless, that was her belief on the very first day here, and it will remain her belief for as long as she exists here.
Spite the Gods
She wants to be here more. Wants to spend more time in this world, investing time and energy into immersing herself in this world she knows her friends and family hold dear.
She knows she likely won’t.
It’s been a year. Well, almost.
If she was going to be here more than maybe three times a month, it would probably have happened already. She’s just not that kind of person. No matter how hard she might wish to be.
She has somewhat come to terms with it.
That does not mean she is not sad about it.
Spite the Gods
Heh. What a silly thought. You can’t do anything when you are never even here.