Vessels and Tears (Archived Version)

Just Another Day

Collector sighed and finished organizing books. This was his life. He lived in the library of the White Palace, as some kind of caretaker. It was a little dull, but hey, it was better than the alternative. He loved his job enough to keep doing it, even if organizing isn't his strong suit. As he put the books away he would think about the most random things. "Since we name our pets, do our pets name us too?" "Can you truly think about nothing? How can we mentally grasp the concept of 'Nothing'?" " the history books will get thicker every day, but if there was a book about the future, would it get thinner?" Are just a few examples. Any time he was helping someone find a book, he would share his random thoughts with them as he searched for the requested book. But while he was working, deep thoughts weren't the only thing he found.

He found old photos, books, and other things made by bugs he knew. For example, a few days ago he had found something that made him laugh. It was the book of short stories Dryya had wrote a long time ago and was deathly protective over. She must've decided that the library was the best place for them, thought she still doesn't like it when people read them. He once found a grub, so he made it a cage and kept it as a pet. Its name is Oblivion. He was drunk when naming it, don't judge him!

But today, he found something that was special. As he was putting books away in an isle dedicated to history when a photo fell out of a book he was putting away. He crouched down and picked it up, putting it back the book it fell out of. Right as he was about to put the book back, it fell out again. Frustrated, he placed it back in the book. It fell out yet again. He sighed and checked the front to see what it was, and his frustration dissolved. It was a picture taken nearly three years ago, on him and his friends first days working at the Palace.

In it, Collector was hugging an angry looking Dryya while Hegmol pinched her cheek, Isma was laughing at it and Ogrim was smiling, standing next to Ze'mer. He remembered that day like it was yesterday. He shook the book a little to see if there were any more photos. Three or four fell out, and he sat there on the floor, reading the book and looking at the photos. An overwhelming sense of nostalgia filled him. The book was about the Five Great Knights (and there was a chapter on him too, which made him blush a little), and it was surprisingly accurate.

Nearly an hour passed when he remembered "Oh shoot, I've got a job to do and I probably should feed Oblivion soon..." So he picked up the book and photos and placed them on the desk next to Oblivions Cage, then marked the book as checked out. Oblivion squeaked happily and Collector pet its head gently with one of his hands, using the other to pick them up. Pretty nice day, huh? Good old memories, a cute grub that loves him, yep, great day, great day...

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"If anyone asks where I am, I'm in the City." Isma wrote down on a small piece of paper. She left it near where she usually finds herself reading or doodling in the garden. Though she had literally just got back to the palace, she couldn't sit still for whatever reason. So, she settled on going ot the City and hoping that helps. She put up her hood and walked out of the gardens.

When she arrived, everything was as peaceful as ever. Rain was pouring, bugs of all shapes and sizes bustling about, a creepy Pale look alike- WAIT WHAT?! Isma did a double take when she saw the dude she literally just beat up a few hours ago standing a ways away, blue eyes glittering. No one seemed to notice him except her. He seemed to see her though, as he smirked and approached her. She stepped back, preparing to run when he grabbed her hand. She jerked it back and was tempted to drop kick him, when he said "Please, wait." His voice was soft and she paused. She didn't exactly expect his voice to be so fricking HIGH PITCHED *wheeze*

"Look, I'm sorry about before." He continued gently. "The only reason I'm here is because I need something from your King, my twin brother. The only was to get it is by asking, and hes hated ever since I framed him for killing his best friend. Long story. Anyway, if you care about the kingdom, please," He took out a stone tablet with writing inscribed on it. "find these things and bring them to me in three days. I will leave you all alone after that. Same spot we are in now."

She looked down at the list and took it. The request wasn't unreasonable. And he would probably leave, so she agreed. "Ok, I'll do it, but you have to swear to wyrm that you'll leave." She held out her hand. "Deal. I swear to wyrm I'll leave after you get me these three things." He took her hand and shook it, binding him to his word. She smiled under her hood and then asked "How'd you know it was me?" "General aura." He shrugged. "Oh." She read the list over and it was simple enough. Pale ore, something (or someone) called (Y/n), and... some kind of crystal that she couldn't pronounce.

"May I ask how old you are? You look rather young to be put on the frontlines like that." She was a little taken aback before replying "I'm twenty one." He hummed in disproval. "Far too young." She sheepishly rubbed her arm and said "We'll, I'll be back in three days?" Before running off.

"Yes, far too young... and naïve..."

She quietly made her way back to the palace, and meanwhile inside...

"OH THANK THE RADIANCE THATS OVER!!" You thought to Hollow, who las sitting on top of Flowers chest. She had been laying in their usual spot so they just sat down on her. She didn't fight them, but did complain a little. The lecture and interrogation you had just received was the absolute worst. Pale wanted to know everything and so, you told him everything. And then he wanted to know things you didn't know or notice. Thank wyrm that you had Hornet and Hollow to back you up.

Hornet had to go home sadly, her mom had come to pick her up a few hours ago. Her mother was shockingly chill about it. She was either that or didn't give a shit, as long as she had her daughter in her arms. AWWWWWW- You also found out that Hornet is a lot older than you in physical years. She was seven in physical years, but since Vessels age differently you were older than her and it was over all a very confusing situation.

But, now with her gone, it was really quiet. On the plus side, "Team Rejects" (as you had heard them call themselves, what a weird name) were back! Just... Isma went *poof*, Dryya was passed out somewhere, Hegmol also went *poof* and the other two were busy. So... yeah, you'd have to wait a little longer to show them the evil tricks Hornet had taught you.

Sigh. And now you were bored out of your mind. Flower would not stop apologizing and Broken was as clueless as ever. So, what do you do? Come up with one of your bad ideas. What else would you do?

"Hey, who wants to play Uno?" They looked at you and Broken asked "What's Uno?" "How do you not know what Uno is?" Hollow asked, much to your surprise. "You guys know what it is?" "Of course! Who doesn't?" Flower replied. "So you wanna play?" "HECK Yeah! I'll go and get the cards.

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No comment besides I feel like this was rushed, erase and ascend, peace out my wonderful human beings.

Oh yeah, school starts next week, updates wont be as frequent because of it (damnit kids school)