DIVA: The Perfect Fit
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Fri Jan 19 19:01:48 PST 2018
"I have writer's block," I said, "and I really want to finish these storylines."
"Nah, just write what comes to mind," said my muse, helpfully.
And so I did, and brought forth the starter to yet another new series: unabashedly
transhumanist and featuring two of (quite possibly) my favorite characters. But
this is not that series; this is merely a prequel.
THE PERFECT FIT: A DiVerse Alpha Chronicle
"You wanted to talk, Rosewood?"
"Ah!" The ebon-haired Deity stretched, twisting this way and that with a popping
of vertebrae, and rose from her drafting table with a metallic green inkpen still
between her fingers. "So good of you to come, Miranda."
The Goddess of Desire beamed. "I could hardly say no! It's so dreadfully rare
that you call on me, after all. Now then, what's on your heart?"
Rosewood's private quarters in the Temple of Fortune held an astounding array of
things - artifacts, half-built projects, strange boxes; more or less what might be
expected of any eccentric inventor-genius. The Deity's mess was on an entirely
different level, though, not only of scale (dimensionally) but of hazard as well.
Tapping the pen against her chin briefly, Rosewood gestured a starmap into
existence, and drew a vague outline in shimmering aetherpink around a large
cluster. "It's about a little project of mine," she began with a thoughtful look.
"Although Dio wants us to avoid any direct meddling in the affairs of mortals,
which is a good policy ('at least for now,' she didn't add), he's never
forbidden... ah, how to say. Bringing certain elements together."
"'Certain elements'?" Miranda narrowed her eyes in mock-suspicion. "Hmmm.
The Goddess of Design snorted unceremoniously. "/Please/. I'm not Hekel, this is
nothing so underhanded. It's simply... hm." She waggled the pen between her
fingertips, and the starmap zoomed in with a dizzying rush. In bare moments her
quarters filled with the translucent shapes of several massive fiery stars (one
atop the drafting table's left corner) and a smattering of tiny planets, all
helpfully labeled in Tieria's neat writing. "Individuals catch my interest from
time to time, as I'm sure they do to you as well."
Miranda rested her chin on one hand and nodded noncommittally - though she was
"And so when one of them has the potential to be something - some/one/ - far
greater, when I can /see/ it in them - when I know all it would take is the right
impulse, the right motivation, the right project for the designer... the right
person to come along at the right time; well, it's hard to /not/ want to make that
happen, despite Dio's instructions."
Desire's smile widened even further. "Oho. O-/ho/. So! You would seek /my/
intervention in your own affairs, so that your meddling is less evident? Because
meddling it is~."
"Were it not for dear Eris's meddling, might I remind you, I would not even /be/
here," Rosewood retorted. "But that aside - rather than orchestrate all with my
own design, I would but nudge one of my chosen in the direction of one of yours,
and simply... see how things work out. Surely that's not too much to ask, or too
Spreading her arms wide, Miranda laughed, the golden star behind her a pale
reflection of the Deity's glow. "Ohhh, Rosewood! This is simply /wonderful/! We
haven't worked together for /far/ too long - please, tell me all about this chosen
one of yours!"
And the Goddess of Design smiled, and told her a story...
... and Miranda's eyes went wide.
"So, what do you think?"
The golden-haired goddess beamed once more, and stretched out a hand to cradle one
of the worlds, a tiny dot resting upon her palm. "I think I have a 'certain
element' in mind..."
"... and she'll be the perfect fit."
THE PIECES ARE POSITIONED
THE PLAYERS COMMENCE THEIR GAME
AND THE GATELESS GATE BOWS TO HER WILL
AS THE GRAND ADVENTURE BEGINS IN:
THE HARVEST OF STARS: A DIVERSE ALPHA CHRONICLE
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