Prompt 1:
 t's probably been at least a little while since you managed to climb out of the well, so hopefully you've dried off by now and are enjoying poking around the Town. But who cares about all of that? More importantly, the Town has a new feature this time, for reasons entirely unknown to everyone.
The flowers...seem to be talking. They have no faces, but they will definitely turn to talk to you, and if they have had their color restored, they will very brightly and contentedly compliment you, or your clothing, or wish you well.
If they haven't? Prepare yourself for all sorts of horrible, horrible insults, because that's all that's coming your way.
Prompt 2:
 ow are you settling in? Is the Town treating you well? It's not as bad as it used to be; some of the houses have color, some of the food has color and taste as well. It's been polished up a bit since everyone first got here.
Granted, when you wake up that morning to find yourself in full fancy wear of many different types (all colorless, and gender has nothing to do with which you might end up in), you'll find that the Town might not be as well put together as it seems.
You can't get out of the formal wear. It just won't come off, no matter what you do. Which wouldn't be so bad, but... it seems like these clothes will snag on just about everything in the Town, which is far from smooth. Try not to trip over those loose cobblestones, or your dress snagging on a nail sticking out from a door frame. This is really not the place for this sort of clothing.
Prompt 3:
e loves me, he loves me not... that's a pretty familiar game, right? For some reason, the urge to pick one of those flowers and casually pluck the petals from it while playing that game is going to grow stronger and stronger the more flowers you see. Eventually? You're just going to have to cave to it.
(Certainly it doesn't help that the flowers scream a bit when you pull their petals; they still can talk right now, after all!)
She loves you, she loves you not...and by the time you've picked the last petal, you've forgotten who you were even thinking of originally -- instead, the very next person you see is going to be the victim of a very impassioned declaration of love. Don't worry, you'll come back to yourself...after you declare your undying love for everyone to hear.
Prompt 4:
 ut no matter how many people tell you not to go into the forest, however, it's still rather enticing, isn't it? It's sitting right there, waiting for you to explore it, waiting for you to just step a little bit out of the Town...
And soon, you're surrounded by the dark boughs of the trees, the twisty, turny paths of the woods, where it feels like you're wandering in circles for hours upon hours --
And then, after ages of tree branches yanking at your hair and roots tripping you up, you find a clearing.
And in that clearing? There's a field of flowers. They're colorless -- strangely eerie because of it, but still distinctly recognizable to the flower familiar as Asphodel. And touching any single one of those flowers will suddenly give you vivid memories of one of your precious friends -- so long as they're dead. Anyone around you is going to experience that flash of memory too, so be careful!
Extra:
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[ This is meant to be private, Noctis knows that much. He's no stranger to this town's unpleasant habits, one's most painful moments, secrets laid out for everyone to see. This time, it seems, it just so happens to be him. Noctis says nothing for a few moments, hands in his pockets.
Sasuke with his brother, then -- the similarity is uncanny. ]
Things like these happen pretty regularly.
[ He says quietly. He's learning that there are no such thing as secrets when the town decides to spill them to anyone who might be in viewing and hearing distance; it's one of the things he hates most about it. This time, it seems like Chroma's focusing on the dead. The lost. ] Good news is, it's probably not permanent.
[ His comment is dry, and he can't shake how strangely tranquil this stranger looks -- Noctis still feels shaky inside, like someone's stolen the breath out of him, the images of his father vividly seared in his mind when he's touched the flowers before. ]
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A reminder.]
It was an illusion and couldn't have been permanent. [His gaze shifts from Noctis to the flowers again. Even with an indifferent face, there's a soft kind of sorrow in his visible eye. It's been a while since he's experienced something as startling as his dreams.]
Both of those people have long since died.
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[ Relatives of his...? Noctis blinks at the flowers, then back at him, sensing the sorrow, something that renders him a touch more human, softer than the neutrality that he'd worn just seconds ago. ]
Uh. You okay? You must've been close to them.
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[With a strange kind of tenderness, Sasuke slowly curls his fingers over the flower in his palm... then squeezes it tightly. Lightning bubbles up out of the crevices between his fingers, sparking momentarily, and then it's gone. When he opens his hand, the flower crumbles to the ground in flakes.
If it hadn't been for the town, the flower, this is something he never would mentioned. Discussing it now is only somewhat easier. The wound is a gnarled scar rather than an opened, raw one.]
My brother. I hated him for a long time.
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It didn't look like they hate each other. He's watching the flower crumble and flake, the acrid scent of lightning sizzling in the air -- so he knows magic, too. Interesting. ]
How come?
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He did something very terrible, and I caught him when it was all over. He had betrayed our clan. I hadn't been there to stop him.
[His hand slips back under the edge of the long cloak, and it settles neatly around his shoulders and front. His eye lifts to peer at Noctis. This description of the older boy from the memory doesn't fit, strangely.]
So I hated him when really it was myself I hated the most.
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[ But it doesn't add up, not really. He looks at him and back where the image used to be, brows raised. Then again, it's not like he can draw too much of his own conclusions based on the smallest snippets he'd seen.
Still, Noctis meets his eyes, curious but troubled. He can understand, hating when it really is himself that he hates the most -- Noctis gets it, even if the picture's presently incomplete. ]
Why did he do that?
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How much of a fool he was tricked into being.] He wanted to test his own power. At least, that's what he told me standing in the middle of the bodies of everyone in our clan.
[The edges of his face softens just slightly, but his gaze doesn't waver away from Noctis. He looks neither hurt nor forgiving in regards to the brother. His eye doesn't beg Noctis for understanding or compassion.]
He had betrayed them. Except, his betrayal was because they had planned a coup d'état against our village.