Self-portrait with Masks

[ex_fatalist246]

[So. He has the power to create anything.]

[In the ballroom, he makes the tools of his family's trade. He makes paintbrushes and easels, pallets, chisels, each ornate and ribbed in gold, decorated by wings and twists. Any artists around, come one, come all! And come fast.

Because as he makes them, he destroys them, letting them fade before they can stay for too long.]

[Lead me not into temptation.]

That's it, then.

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[ex_fatalist246]

[He takes measure before answering.] For the people here, it seems like everybody running this is fighting to control the strongest piece. Or to make it.

[mirakill.livejournal.com]

Make it from what, exactly?

[ex_fatalist246]

[the slightest smile] That's probably the mystery.

[mirakill.livejournal.com]

[ and the slightest back ]

... alright, I'll gamble on it, as the Witch of Miracles.

[ex_fatalist246]

Do you know the rule for death here?

[mirakill.livejournal.com]

No permanent death.

However, that would just make things easier for a traditional game board, wouldn't it? If the pieces are reborn, it eliminates the need for a rewind cycle... a difficult game to play with memories involved.

[ But I like a challenge-- tastefully omitted. ]

[ex_fatalist246]

And it seems like everything is recorded. So the answers are in the back of the book.

[mirakill.livejournal.com]

So that kind of game board won't be suitable.

I'll have to feed my boredom another way.

[ex_fatalist246]

Try learning an instrument.

[mirakill.livejournal.com]

Or paint? [ Calling back to his creation and destruction. ]

[ex_fatalist246]

[He glances at her, but doesn't make anything.] If you want.

[mirakill.livejournal.com]

[ She draws a paintbrush out of thin air on her own, then. ]

I never really had the patience, despite my thousand years.

[ex_fatalist246]

[He looks at it in an odd way. Maybe it's longing.]

Maybe you should learn that patience now.

[mirakill.livejournal.com]

[ ... a little magic, then. She dips the brush mid-air as if dipping it into a jar of ink. The tip vanishes for a second, and reappears, brimming with ink, though not a drop spills onto the floor.

In mid-air-- as if there's an invisible glass canvas between them, she paints a cat in fast, quick, simple strokes.

2D and made of ink, it jumps out of the 'invisible canvas' and walks out of the ballroom, leaving ink pawprints. ]

... painting is messy as well. It doesn't suit a witch.

[ex_fatalist246]

[He watches the creature come to life, and there's a little twist in him.] What will it do if it keeps living?

[mirakill.livejournal.com]

Find somewhere to curl up or someone to curl up on, eat scraps from the kitchen, behave as cats do.

Or would you prefer I erase it?

[ex_fatalist246]

If it won't hurt anyone any more than a normal cat would, there's no reason.

[mirakill.livejournal.com]

It's not a puppet of mine. Just something I made.

No point wasting energy chasing it down just to erase it.

[ex_fatalist246]

I guess. [For him, if art given life isn't going to hurt humans, then he would rather never take its life away. But that isn't reasoning he feels like sharing.] How is a witch created?

[mirakill.livejournal.com]

That's a rather private question, isn't it?

[ex_fatalist246]

I suppose it is. [He's still asking it.]

[mirakill.livejournal.com]

A witch can be created a number of ways. There's no specific method to it.

[ex_fatalist246]

How were you created? [He's really going for the indelicate questions here today.]

[mirakill.livejournal.com]

I said it earlier. I simply exist.

[ex_fatalist246]

So you don't have a creator.