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[adamantea]

@ poprocks, cabin 2-12

"Hi, this is Poppy? If I'm not available right now, I will be in a minute, so just hold on.
Or think about me really hard, if it's urgent."

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Re: April 4th!

[adamantea]

There are versions of her through the ages, ones who respond to different titles, who would have never asked at all. She has been a great deal of things in her time; choosing to be a person on the Barge, to be an ethical person, is just as much of a role as any other. She's quite old! She has to have something to do with her time, or she'd get bored.

"Then if I notice anything, I'll stop it." These things always seem to happen oh-so-fast no matter how much complexity is contained within those few seconds. She thinks faster than any typical mortal or immortal ever could, on more tracks than they ever could: she'll make something work. She almost always does.

The time loop... the time loop is a complicated thing. "Kind of. If you want to get really technical, it's still going? I'm just not the me in it anymore." Closing it for real would have killed her and retroactively destroyed everything that her cabal had ever done, and that wasn't acceptable to her. They'd worked too hard - come too far - for it to have all been the dream of a girl who had never existed at all in the first place.

Re: April 4th!

[withintenfeet]

It's hard to know gods and not realise how many facets they have, all of them true.

When he says, "I'll keep you on my filter," it's in the full knowledge that nothing divine is simple, or safe; that this is a trust handed to the sort of person she's choosing to be, here, for them.

It breaks his heart a little, that a version of her is trapped. There's always a cost, always a sacrifice, but acceptance and mourning can come hand in hand.

She'll feel that, he knows, but she doesn't seem like the kind of god to confuse compassion with pity.

"Could you tell me about her, one day? The girl you were?"

Re: April 4th!

[adamantea]

"She's not that far. Not all the way."

He has offered her his trust, and she won't break it, but this is for the purpose of the smallest piece of the story; she reaches in and tweaks his perception a little bit, just to let him see Poppy Keo instead of Adamantea for a moment.

And that is a sixteen-year-old girl, smile unsure, slouching, hands in her hoodie pockets and her overalls stained with - paint, hopefully. Maybe ash. Maybe blood. She wears a belt of hanging potions and charms and gemstones. Her eyes are luminous with a pale glow, and there is not a single flower on her person except the floral print of her t-shirt. She looks perhaps more tired than anyone her age has ever been.

She looks everything like Adamantea. She looks nothing like Adamantea.

And then it's gone and she's Adamantea again in her green dress, flowers in her hair. "Tonight's not the right time? But whenever you want to know, just ask. I don't mind."