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[Sanure]

"Sol is an amazing piece of artwork. A vibrant string of life and death. A painting that my Gallery is not worthy of. Grandiose looks, differnt. his clothing is now a bland color and his hair a flat black. He is holding a chess board in his hand. "Would you like to play chess?

[RangerCado]

"Uh... um... o-o-okay...? Er... _{how d-d-d-do you pl-play...?} Selina is calmer, but still nervous.

[Sanure]

Grandiose carefully explains the rules to her and shows her how to play. He doesn't seem like himself however.

[RangerCado]

Selina seems to understand...

"Um... a-a-a-a-are y-y-you okay...?" Selina sounds concerned despite her nervousness and fear.

[Sanure]

Grandiose chuckles to himself, "It must be odd seeing this form. In truth, I am the ... other half of Grandiose's darkeness." He has a tinge of regret on his face.

[RangerCado]

Selina is confused... and quite pale at this point. His darkness?

[Sanure]

"I suppose a better way to describe me is... his subconscious. You may refer to me as his older brother, Grandatheon. Grandatheon continues the chess game by taking Selina's queen and putting her king in check.

[RangerCado]

Selina sighs, seeing her loss in two turns and quits, curiousity taking over.

"I-i-is he... okay...?"

[Sanure]

"He has never been okay. I am only here because he has locked himself deep within his soul."
Grandatheon removes the chess board and places a pot of tea and two cups on the table. "He has always been a lonely person, ever since our younger brother fused his soul with Grandiose's to act as reason behind his actions. In truth, there are 5 of us, all considered brothers. I was the third brother. Grandiose the fourth and Grandeur the fifth." As Grandatheon talks, he poors tea for Selina and himself.

[RangerCado]

Selina carefully takes her cup, thanking and waiting for more information.

[Sanure]

Grandatheon takes a sip of his tea and continues, " I should start at the beginning. Do you know how old this realm is? It is as old as the creator, her brother, and Fate. All had a hand in creating it, even if they knew not about it. The shard was known as Ethemyral, a material that resisted all forms of magical interference. When it passed into this location the three forces that created existence caused the shard to develop sentience. He existed outside of existence, unable to enter it due to his unique abilities. That is why he created Alabaster, Hellion, and me. Each were meant to enter into one of the three realms. I was destined to enter into Creation, Hellion into Void, and Alabaster into Twilight. I was the only one to succeed. When Ethemyral was beginning to grow... alone, he decided to split his soul into me, creating Grandiose and Grandeur. Grandiose had, unfortunately, inherited the darkness that Ethemyral had harbored since his creation. Grandeur had inherited the light that kept it suppressed. Each painting you see in the Gallery is but one episode that Grandiose has had before Grandeur fused his soul into Grandiose." Grandatheon seems solemn as he talks.

[RangerCado]

Selina is a bit shocked right now as @Cado falls asleep.

[Sanure]

(Night Cado o/))

[Empiricist]

"Grandiose had, unfortunately, inherited the darkness that Ethemyral had harbored since his creation. Grandeur had inherited the light that kept it suppressed."

((Looks like more Freudian psychiatry. Seems that the Jungian ideas are losing their monopoly...))

[Akroma]

ICARUS gets up. Only one hour of sadness is allowed each day.

<Hey Alice, if we hurry we can still catch that play today.>