few quick journals from a playthrough i'm starting!

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started a village witch playthrough today! here's a little bit of exposition, i'm not sure where i'm gonna go with this concept but i really like writing my witch so far!

"My witch doesn't have a name yet. A witch gives up their name, their identity, and any memory of their passing when they leave a place behind - this is the cost of their gift. Their abilities stem from music - if they know the right song, they can do almost anything. They compose melodies with the memories only they possess of places they come from and those of the new life they create in their new town. They want to find the perfect place to finally set down their roots, a face they don't mind taking. They're leaving behind a small rural town and a lover they thought would be the one. Just thinking of their face breaks the witch's heart into one piece more, one more fragment dislodging from the rest. This world is in a variant of the modern day, with different locations and geography but the same timeline."

journal entries below the cut! the witch curses a few times, and some injuries are lightly described, so watch out for that! would be happy to send a summary without them upon request! 

Arrival

Made it to the new town. It's pretty small, in a swamp, and the entire town is along a river. Seriously, there's only like 20 houses here, plus a few shops. I need to fix up my violin. There's an instrument shop in town, so I won't have to deal with Amazon again. (seriously, how is there NOT an Amazon for witches? The whole "faceless" thing makes it pretty hard to have accounts online). I don't want to talk to people. I don't want to do anything, really. I just want to lay in bed and cry a little bit, maybe eat some ice cream if I feel so inclined. Whatever. Can make it on the way to the house.

 

This place is pretty cute. Looks like a witch's hut out of a book. Good acoustics, I guess, and a nice view of the river. One bedroom, one bath, but I'm not fucking planning on having guests. Not after Theo. He doesn't even remember me. He doesn't remember how I told him he was fucking amazing and believed it too. He doesn't remember when we met. He doesn't remember the fight. Maybe it's better that way.

 

I need to stop being so angsty. It's messing with the ritual. Tomorrow's my first day, I guess. I hope nobody comes by.

 

2 of Wands

[2 of wands - Enjoy one of your favorite foods. What is it? Do you prepare it yourself or did someone
else make it?]

 

Maybe these townsfolk aren't so bad. I only got one client today, some woman in her mid-20s maybe? Dark hair, tied back in a bun with an admittedly really cute star barrette. She was... okay, I guess. Maybe even nice, maybe. Didn't even have something for me to do, just "came by to welcome me in." I broke and let her stay a while, which in no way had to do with her bringing over a basket of paczki. ...Fuck, those were good. I think they were homemade.

 

Tea only takes a few minutes with this new song I found - slow and soft but clearly allegro. Halfway between frantic and patient. It's not perfect yet, but it can at least muster the magic to make water boil faster. I love the way its magic looks, too. Golden winds swirling around me, then dispersing like a sigh of relief. I think her name was Isabelle, but she was VERY insistent on being called Isa. I haven't heard that one before. It's nice, I think. If everyone in this town is like her, maybe this place won't be so bad. Certainly be fuckin' creepy, though, people showing up to my house with stuff every day. I dunno. Nice people in large quantities are grating.

 

I hope she brings more paczki. They remind me of home.

 

Page of Wands

[Page - Wild card. Choose any prompt from this suit - Someone comes to you for physical healing.]

What the fuck even was today?

6 in the morning, this 5'2" whatever-teen comes banging on my door. This guy is seriously fucked up, too. Bruises everywhere, a nasty gash across the chest, you-should-be-in-the-hospital level stuff. He limps inside, looks around, and starts telling me how I badly I decorated the place. Takes him a whole 10 minutes to finally say he's here for healing.

Anyway, I heal him up and offer him some food and he's... actually kind of okay. He's been through all this crazy stuff - he was hit by a hurricane, even. Can you believe that? I wasn't sure I could until I cast a song on him that told me he wasn't lying. At least, not fully. Kid's funny, too. Kind of an asshole, but in the fun way. I told him about the whole identity thing (no sense in lying about it - either I trust this place enough to stay or I leave and he forgets I exist) and he said he's trying to come up with a name for me. Think his name was Will? Yeah, pretty sure.