As the cultists are destroyed, Eddy reaches inside his hoodie and encloses the maple key in his fingers. Tactile confirmation that it's still safe. Even if it was more than capable of protecting itself. He lets out a heavy sigh.
That feeling of color being drained away is one he's experienced before firsthand. It felt invasive then, and it does again now. Still, knowing everything that came after, it's odd to see how peacefully this memory ends. Everyone makes mistakes, but when you're a what? A whole damn forest? Those mistakes can become cataclysmic fast.
"Better. Whatever it did," he agrees, as he pushes himself to his feet gingerly. His legs no longer burn, having settled into a dull ache—irritating, but not debilitating. Jupiter seems to have all the help she needs, but he offers his captain a slight nod. She'd wrecked it good. The cultist and herself.
He waits at the edge of the fairy ring, small precious thing still enclosed in his hand.
"Thanks," Jupiter says with a wink and a click of the tongue as she accepts Armani's offered salve. Still in good spirits, despite getting tossed around. "You sure you don't need some?"
She's hobbling after Eddy, though. Ready to get back to it. Find her brother, find Kermit, get this whole thing squared away. "Ya ready?"
Armani, Eddy, Jupiter and Lionel completed the memory "Have A Heart"!
By completing the memory, two Infinity Cultist spirits were freed. You have found Pouch's Heart!
Upon emerging from the memory, the portal snaps shut behind them. Outside, Pouch is waiting, eager, anxious, bouncing on the balls of his feet.
"Izzat...?" he asks, eyes wide as he thrusts out his hands. "I can tell. I can feel it. It is!"
Pouch holds his linchpin gentle and reverent, the mischievous smile he wears growing wider and brighter. The malignant maple begins to shake, creak and groan, furious at what's been taken. The magimagicicada looks up at the four gathered students, beaming with pride, utterly disinterested in the protests of the tree.
"Got my heart back," he chirrups, taunting the awful thing surrounding them, closing his hands around the little seed. The burst of silver that issues forth nearly knocks the four students off of their feet.
It blasts away vines and hidden birds and bugs in the branches. The leaves of the nightmare tree curl away from its light. As it dims, the hot, rank air of the upper levels chills, crisp and clean as a February morning. Pouch is bigger, somehow, not physically, but in presence. So much more than he had been a moment before. Frost creeps across his face, his fingertips. His one wing glitters like fresh fallen snow in the sun. Steam wafts from his mouth when he exhales a laugh, and that laugh climbs right up to a triumphant crow.
The tree answers with a roar, begins to shake and shift, but still finds itself stuck fast in place. But for how much longer?
"Can't thank you enough—mainly 'cuz we don't have time," Pouch says, his warm voice carried on a cold winter breeze. He starts to disappear, falling apart like snow, passing through the branches back down to the base of the tree. "C'mon! Gotta pull up the roots if you wanna kill weeds."
Armani, Eddy, Jupiter and Lionel each earned 5 Tokens for completing the memory.
They earned an additional 5 Tokens for defeating a difficult memory encounter.
They earned 2 Tokens for finding Pouch's Heart before the memory completed.
You can check your token totals in Pouch's shop here, and maybe see if there's anything worth grabbing while you're there!
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MEMORY: Have A Heart
That feeling of color being drained away is one he's experienced before firsthand. It felt invasive then, and it does again now. Still, knowing everything that came after, it's odd to see how peacefully this memory ends. Everyone makes mistakes, but when you're a what? A whole damn forest? Those mistakes can become cataclysmic fast.
"Better. Whatever it did," he agrees, as he pushes himself to his feet gingerly. His legs no longer burn, having settled into a dull ache—irritating, but not debilitating. Jupiter seems to have all the help she needs, but he offers his captain a slight nod. She'd wrecked it good. The cultist and herself.
He waits at the edge of the fairy ring, small precious thing still enclosed in his hand.
MEMORY: Have A Heart
She's hobbling after Eddy, though. Ready to get back to it. Find her brother, find Kermit, get this whole thing squared away. "Ya ready?"
MEMORY: Have A Heart - TOKENS & A HEART!
By completing the memory, two Infinity Cultist spirits were freed. You have found Pouch's Heart!
Upon emerging from the memory, the portal snaps shut behind them. Outside, Pouch is waiting, eager, anxious, bouncing on the balls of his feet.
"Izzat...?" he asks, eyes wide as he thrusts out his hands. "I can tell. I can feel it. It is!"
Pouch holds his linchpin gentle and reverent, the mischievous smile he wears growing wider and brighter. The malignant maple begins to shake, creak and groan, furious at what's been taken. The magimagicicada looks up at the four gathered students, beaming with pride, utterly disinterested in the protests of the tree.
"Got my heart back," he chirrups, taunting the awful thing surrounding them, closing his hands around the little seed. The burst of silver that issues forth nearly knocks the four students off of their feet.
It blasts away vines and hidden birds and bugs in the branches. The leaves of the nightmare tree curl away from its light. As it dims, the hot, rank air of the upper levels chills, crisp and clean as a February morning. Pouch is bigger, somehow, not physically, but in presence. So much more than he had been a moment before. Frost creeps across his face, his fingertips. His one wing glitters like fresh fallen snow in the sun. Steam wafts from his mouth when he exhales a laugh, and that laugh climbs right up to a triumphant crow.
The tree answers with a roar, begins to shake and shift, but still finds itself stuck fast in place. But for how much longer?
"Can't thank you enough—mainly 'cuz we don't have time," Pouch says, his warm voice carried on a cold winter breeze. He starts to disappear, falling apart like snow, passing through the branches back down to the base of the tree. "C'mon! Gotta pull up the roots if you wanna kill weeds."
You can check your token totals in Pouch's shop here, and maybe see if there's anything worth grabbing while you're there!