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Voice, un: eve
WHO: Eve
WHERE: Network, the cottage
WHEN: A few days before Christmas
WHAT: Isekai ponders the mysteries of Terry's Chocolate Orange
WARNINGS: Eventual violence against chocolate
[A photograph of one foil covered Terry's chocolate orange accompanies this post.]
I got a chocolate covered orange? The strange shopkeeper said it was a Christmas tradition.
The packaging says to "whack and unwrap" but...
Won't that damage the orange?
WHERE: Network, the cottage
WHEN: A few days before Christmas
WHAT: Isekai ponders the mysteries of Terry's Chocolate Orange
WARNINGS: Eventual violence against chocolate
[A photograph of one foil covered Terry's chocolate orange accompanies this post.]
I got a chocolate covered orange? The strange shopkeeper said it was a Christmas tradition.
The packaging says to "whack and unwrap" but...
Won't that damage the orange?
video: un: Kore
[Here, have some helpful trivia from your landlady who was definitely around when they came into existence:]
They were made in the 30s, if I remember rightly. They did an apple version first, but they gave up on that one in the 50s. It was...deeply unpleasant.
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So the orange is supposed to be broken. [She sees...] One hit will do it?
[Yes, yes, she loves random trivia.]
What was unpleasant about the apple version?
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[She has faith in you, Eve. Beat the shit out of that orange.]
Chocolate and apple isn't a flavour combination that works very well. Especially when it's synthetic apple. It's been a long time since I ate one, but I remember it really didn't work.
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[She picks up the round chocolate in her little fist. Her thoughtful hum is followed by brief silence, then CRACK!!!]
[The sound of dense chocolate getting slammed down on a wooden table's surface]
[There's only a brief moment of quiet before Eve pipes up again, her soft voice clashing with the sounds of destruction mere moments ago.]
Now what? I just open it?
How can you make an apple synthetic? [What branch of science is this]
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...]
Yes, you should be able to unwrap the foil and eat the segments now.
I'm honestly not sure. I only know how to make actual apples. I believe they just make it taste like apple. Or rather...taste of something vaguely in the apple area.
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Okay.
[She'll start to unwrap the foil sphere now. Ah, the chocolate ball does seem to have split into segments... a bit like an orange. They even included some texture on the outside like orange skin! Some sections are still a little stuck together, but she can pry them apart.]
[She picks up one slice as she ponders this apple mystery.]
Hmm...
Do you make apples the same way Vash does? By gardening?
[Do goddesses have hobbies?]
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You could say that. I'm the Goddess of the Spring. Plantlife is one of my domains. I can simply wish an apple tree into life, full of apples, fully formed. Or...rather, I could. My powers have been significantly weakened since I arrived here. They are slowly returning to me.
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I've read a little of Greek mythology. Your mythology. Very little detail goes into how godly power works.
[Eve looked it up shortly after Persephone made the suggestion to Kni. Little bookworm. However, she remembered the warning that there might be changes in the story, so might be better to get it straight from the source.]
That happens to everyone who arrives here. I was the same way.
Eventually your power will be back. Maybe even more than before.
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[They tend to put their own, obnoxious mortal spin on things. Looking for reason when there are none. Gods will do as they wish, with no rhyme or reason. Mortals struggle with that, she finds. ]
That's something at least. How do you mean more? It seems foolish to give someone even more power if you wish to keep them trapped.
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[If the mortals wrote it, surely they saw it, right? That is, if these are actual events and not straight fantasy, which the existence of Persephone implies otherwise.]
I mean more, new powers. There are many people in the city who have changed this past year. Most on the app, and usually around the lunar cycle.
Like Vash is sometimes a tree man.
[Literally, and not the usual Plant.]
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[Made all the more complicated by the gods themselves not remembering everything right. Enough lives pass by and the oldest of their memories are lost. ]
...Hah, that is true. Interesting. I never thought I might get different abilities from the ones I have- I've always been a flora girl. But who knows! I might be surprised!
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[Did they not have access to books back then? Perhaps libraries are a newer invention.]
There's only one way to find out. So far my abilities aren't too different from what I had before.
[Other than animals being oddly friendly, but she's not certain that's her and not a Kaisou thing.]
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[She still doesn't understand The Gap- what happened, where Zeus went. None of them do. It remains a miserable, blank void in their existence as a whole.]
Suppose that is true- I shall have to wait and see.
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[Much worse news than fake apple chocolate]
Do the gods also get their knowledge from books? How did you lose so much?
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Well, we do read. But it's more- [hrm, how to explain this] We continue to exist by passing on our... let's call it a soul- we call it an Eidolon- onto another living person. Each time we do it, our memories are hidden for a while, to let the new host get adjusted. Then, eventually our memories of each past life filter in slowly, but as a mind can only hold so much, the oldest of our memories are...lost each time we pass into a new life. I have forgotten... so much over the millennia.
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[Continuing on, yet also forgetting yourself bit by bit... That sounds like a slow yet strenuous existence. A burden different from the one Vash had, but also in some ways alike.]
[...Hang on.]
There's a limit to what the mind can hold?
...So one day, I may also begin to forget what I've learned.
[ Oh no ]
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[Which is WORRYING. Especially when it concerns how they die. She's the Queen of the Dead after all, she's supposed to know what's going on there. And yet, there is so much she doesn't know.
Ah. She glances at Eve and clears her throat.]
Possibly- but it would not be a drastic as my own situation. You only have one life to life, one lifetime of memories to hold onto. I have had hundreds.
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Hm. Godhood sounds less appealing than the stories make it out to be.
[And that says a lot.]
[She nods idly, not fully eased but not wanting to make a fuss either. The worries of a kid with good memory - that it will fail one day. At least for the good times or useful info, the rest can stay forgotten.]
Mine might be one life, but I have read hundreds of other perspectives. I'd rather not forget them.
Do you get to choose what you remember?
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[Her messy, messy family. ]
That is a fairly astute compression, yes. It's something like that. And unfortunately, no. I have no control over it. There are some things I certainly wish I could forget.
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[Had it been earlier, Eve might have had more questions about what a family was like at all. But during her first visit, Persephone had pointed out the little ragtag family that had formed in the cottage, opening her eyes a little. And while she has few complaints about her new found family, they can be pretty noisy. Eve's used to it, but still.]
Oh.
[Disappointment is apparent in Eve's voice. Well, that is a shame.]
Unfortunate indeed. I too have some memories I would rather forget.
[She's doing her damn best to wipe the slate clean.]
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[It's just that their arguments tend to have...massive real-world consequences.
She appreciates the tone, all the same. Eve is a good kid. ]
Is that so? When you're so young?
[What on earth could this child have gone through to have such regrets already? ]
hints of child soldier
[There is a distinct pause as Eve realizes she once again has to navigate how to explain her... whole deal. To someone who doesn't know the weight of her past.]
[Or all the people she's killed.]
Yes. Well...
I have only been free for... roughly two years.
[...Well, that's one way to explain her regrets.]
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Persephone feels anger boiling in her chest. She was relatively young when Hades forced her into marriage, but she wasn't this young. He feels her hands curling into fists. ]
I see. [It's said with no small amount of sharpness.] Did those who captured you find their grizzly ends?
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[Eve looks startled. She's admittedly still a little puzzled that people react so strongly to hearing anything about her time with Torneo. Even though it has happened many times now. Almost like they all wish they could have punched him like Sven did. (Because they do, and they should.)]
[But also the question about being captured throws her off.]
Um... I was never captured. [Unless you count getting scooped into her first found family but no harming them] The man who funded my creation, he never let me go far.
[So she was stuck in the same building from the start. In a way, much worse.]
But he got beat up and arrested?
[Then immediately murdered. Don't get caught when exchanging money with shady folks.]
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So he created you and kept you under lock and key, like he owned you?
[No. Absolutely not. Hades springs to mind, as he always does. Reminding her time and time again that she was his property his prize. And Eve is so young, so very young. She absolutely should not have faced that. ]
You are a person. No one has any claim on you- you... do understand that, yes? Is that something you have come to understand since?
...I sincerely hope he dealt with more than that.
cw: hints past abuse, dehumanization, absolute bastard torneo
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