THE JARS THAT BLEED BEFORE THEY BREAK.

[glassjar]

Congrats! You've somehow stumbled upon the pocket dimension where five people with questionable morals (some more questionable than others) live and operate. Are you here on business? Do you have an appointment? Or are you here to see a friend? (Come on, don't make us laugh.)

Maybe you're here on accident due to some multiversal, magical, or otherwise supernatural nonsense? It's happened before, it was bound to happen again.

You can wander towards the house, see if anyone's home. Or you can explore the lush grounds, and maybe run across the wolfman groundskeeper who might try to usher you out towards the nearest portal, anyway. The world is your oyster, just try to be a good guest.

Comments

[infusion]

For inviting him to do fishing! Even if it didn't take that long from what it sounds like.

[The witch has her fingers intertwined together, looking somewhat doubtful of herself on whether she should continue.]

Oren is... Well, you know he's a golem, but he has extremely strong sentience. He's self-aware, he can take in stimuli and react accordingly. He has actual opinions on everything and everyone.

It probably sounds silly to you, but I do want him to be happy and enjoy himself.

[lyrelyre]

So he’s a very special golem.

[That seems to be the implication, anyway.]

Why would that be silly? If he’s sentient, and your friend, it makes sense you’d want him to be happy.

He’s welcome to fish anytime he stops by, if that helps.

[infusion]

[Stop by huh? That means Oren was doing an independent visit on his own... What for even? Iona puts a pin on that for now since she's focusing on Lyra.]

Ah, I'm glad you get it. Oren's just rigid and wants to stick to his role. I guess that just comes with being as old as he is.

But you know, he seems nice to you... He is nice, right? Not like disregarding or being indifferent?

[This is strangely important to Iona... And if Berna knew about this, she would find it significant too.]

[lyrelyre]

[Lyra thinks that since she’s seeming to double-check this, that it must be some kind of significant. She doesn’t know Oren well enough to say one way or another of it is, of course. She just thought he was stoic, though not unapproachable.]

Not to me, at least. He even gave me cookies before he left. Is that not a thing he does?

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[infusion]

[Something in Iona's expression brightens when Lyra asks her question. The act of giving cookies as a random act of kindness may not register with anyone else as significant.

But when it's Oren? Iona is amazed and happier than one can imagine.

Oren can be kind and polite to others. But it always comes with the caveat of, "Because Berna and Iona like them too." It had even taken Oren a long time to make Iona a priority equal to Berna due to his unnatural loyalty to the witch that went beyond his golem make.

They both wanted Oren to have bonds with others. He had done so much for them, gave so much of himself that they didn't want him to cage himself up.

Iona just smiles at Lyra and giggles.]

Not very often! But that's what makes it better.

[Oren emerges from hiding in the kitchen and Iona takes the tray of food from him.]

I'll take this Oren! You catch up with her!

[oren]

[But before the witch leaves, she reaches out to aggressively back pat Oren to the point where he wasn't as sturdy as he was, he'd keel over. The golem blinks as she skips away with the tray and then slowly makes his way over to Lyra.]

How is everything?

[pretending his witch isn't a huge weirdo, yup]

[lyrelyre]

[Must be quite an accomplishment for him, then. Lyra smiles brightly as Iona goes, and it remains on her face as Oren draws closer.]

Everything's great. [If he means the food. But if he means her-] Otherwise, you know. Just been keeping busy. Kinda of like you, I guess.

[oren]

[Oren nods.]

I see.

[Golem of few words as usual... But he does quickly snap his head to stare down some guys who were still trying to get a look at Lyra. What a funny guy he is, that Oren. They hurriedly look away again, and one of them just goes out the door.]

If anyone bothers, call. Probably me. Iona overzealous.

[lyrelyre]

[Her brows cinch together and she lets out a melodic laugh. (Probably not making it any easier for the people around her.)]

Are you worried? [Yeah, she caught that staredown he gave a few guys with wandering eyes.] Don't worry, I can take care of myself. And besides... that happens all the time. You get used to it.

I just... act like they're not even there.

[damn, ice cold]

[oren]

[Unlike Iona or even Berna who want to read the stories of the people in their lives, Oren doesn't pry open tightly closed books. And with such a cold and indifferent response, he can somewhat tell that there is a story that isn't his to even ask about.

And yet he wonders.

And for the creature housed inside this human-shaped shell, there is something akin to melancholy for this beguiling girl who takes this uncomfortable attention and uses it as power.

Oren just nods.]

Alright. [He takes a step back.]

Enjoy.

[lyrelyre]

[It's proof of how used to it she is; how she treats this constant attention like it barely registers on her radar. It used to be unwanted, but now it's just reality. No, more than that: it's a weapon to be used against others, her leg-up on life. Her usefulness in her group, empowering, giving her a sense of control that she had once lost.

But Oren doesn't ask, so she doesn't say. She just smiles at him gently.]

Okay. Thanks for the offer, anyway. It was sweet of you.