Me And The Pookie

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maid of heart yippie -you know whom

Autism creature.

The Maid of Heart

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Maid - active creating class, one who creates their aspect, or creates using their aspect

Heart - control over soul and feelings, representing what makes you, you.

The Maid of Heart is one who creates Heart, or creates with Heart.

The opposite of a Maid of Heart is a Bard of Mind.

The Maid of Heart strikes me as someone who probably struggles with the concept of identity in the first place. In the beginning, they may not know much about who they are, and go on this long overarching journey to discover themselves, but overlook the most obvious aspects of themselves in the process.

Even so, in the beginning, The Maid of Heart might be somewhat of a pushover. They might rely on outside opinions of things that they love, and if general consensus doesn't like something that they like, they might change their opinion to fit in better.

And a Maid's challenge is to stop letting people walk all over them, and actually stand up for themselves. The Maid of Heart is a strong and capable person, so I absolutely believe that they can do this.

The Maid of Heart is inherently interested in emotions and the self and Heart. They might like things people consider weird, and it's their challenge to say "Yeah, I like this, what are you gonna do about it?"

I think that they'd be very invested in cracking open other people's minds. Seeing what's inside their head, how they work, and just creating their own passion for the soul.

They are incredibly passionate and emotional people, and since they deal with the creation of emotions and the Soul itself, they'd likely be able to create a sense of passion about anything in their friends. They'd be the ones to create the drive and emotion in others to get excited over something that the Maid is also excited in, or be empathetic with them in a time of need.

In the more technical side of things, the Maid of Heart would likely be able to literally create souls. This would give them complete control over any splinters they may have, since Maids have complete control over what they create.

They could leave a piece of themselves within everyone they meet, if they wanted to. (In more ways than one, even. They could leave a very lasting impression on others.)

I think that the Maid of Heart is an incredibly powerful classpect, but even more so when they're able to step up under someone's boots and say "FUCK YOU I DO WHAT I WANT!"

The origins of the Toybox Circus! 🎪

A short story about a vintage puppet who imagined a new world inside of a magical toybox.

Once upon a time there was a magician in a traveling curcus. He performed for audiences far and wide with his bag of tricks. The bag contained what seemed like endless amusing props, but the crowd’s favorite by far was a large wooden puppet. A ventriloquist puppet with enormous teeth in a permanent smile, mismatched eyes, dressed with a red suit and top hat, with a smiling white balloon tied to his hand. The magician called him Caine. 

Caine delighted audiences; the magician’s skills practically animating the puppet to life. And as the cheering crowd reflected in the puppet’s glossy painted eyes, it almost seemed like he was smiling back at them. 

As time went on, the audience became fewer. Sadly, the circus fell on hard times, and the magician desperately sold many of his belongings. The puppet was sold off to a curiosity shop, and stood for years on display in the window. 

Now an antique, the puppet still sat in the window, often looked upon by people passing by, but never again to be animated by human hands. 

Years of dust had collected on the puppet, yet he still sported his toothy grin nonetheless. 

One day, the shop fell into new ownership, and new furnishings were in order. For the first time in years, Caine was lifted up into a human’s arms. But only for a moment, as he was then unceremoniously dropped, among several other old toys, into a large wooden box. The lid slammed shut. The lock clicked as a key was turned. And there he lay. 

But one ray of light still shone in the puppet's eyes. Quite literally, the light shining from the keyhole of the wooden chest reflected in the eyes of the puppet lying in the darkness.

Now, what happened next cannot be explained. Some say the rays of the sun can have strange effects on beings, or perhaps there was some true magic left over from the magician's hands. Whatever the case, the puppet blinked. 

Then he looked around. 

And then, he laughed. 

For he was alive! Which was truly a wonderous thing, however it had happened. 

But soon enough, as living things often do, he desired companionship. After all, he was built for entertainment! 

So Caine, remembering the performance of his old friend the magician, focused on the balloon affixed to his hand. He focused, willed, wished with all his might. And soon, by harnessing his own kind of magic, the balloon began to move as if it was a puppet of his own! Amazing! 

Next, he willed the balloon to talk.

“Hwaaahh.. hiya, boss!” Said the balloon in a high pitched voice, now sporting a toothy grin of its own. It drifted a distance away and began to gnaw on one of the toys nearby.

Its behavior was a bit strange, but it was Caine's first attempt at a creation after all. He figured the results of his magic would get better with practice. 

Now, Caine decided he needed to illuminate his new home. And so, he imagined a smiling sun and moon, which he had seen depicted on a mobile overhead in the shop window. Sure enough, his imagination was so very strong that the magic worked again, and a happy little sun and moon appeared to shine upon the inside of the toybox. They both said hello as they gazed warmly upon their creator. 

Growing excited, Caine began to set his newfound magic on his surroundings. The inside of the toybox grew and grew, and within it, Caine created a world of his own. Manifesting from the locations he remembered from his past performances: a park, a fun fair, a lakeside beach, and finally an enormous circus tent. This was to be the main attraction, and Caine finally set to relive his glory days of entertaining audiences with his spectacular shows. Other toys from within the toychest danced along to his will as he commanded them to perform tricks. An invisible audience cheered at every act, laughing and clapping just as the puppet remembered. 

But with this, Caine suddenly felt dissatisfied. It was a feeling he could not place. Why shouldn't he be happy with this world of his own creation? What was missing? 

Caine snapped his fingers, dismissing the crowd and performers around him. The invisible audience went quiet, the animated toys went limp, and the imagined props disappeared in a pop of colorful streamers. 

Caine's ballon bobbed behind him as he pondered. “Ya got a problem, boss?” the balloon chattered. 

“I find myself at a loss, my faithful assistant.” Caine responded. 

No matter what he created, how plainly he could see it before his very eyes, it didn't feel real. What was this all for? If not for… 

That's it! Humans! Oh how had he forgotten? The joy of entertaining real humans was what he'd truly missed all along. 

Caine looked upon the various lifeless toys strewn about. He could command them to speak, create little personalities for them, have them do all he wished. But alas, even with all of the magic in the world, the imagination of a wooden puppet is far too limited to simulate a convincingly alive human. One who can speak and act on their own, who can tell Caine far more about the world than what he already knows. 

And so, Caine wished once more. He wished for humans to find him once again. To make them happy in his world of entertainment. 

For ages, nothing came of this. And Caine continued on in his empty world.

Until. A miracle! A miraculous miracle! A toy arose to its feet without Caine's influence. A stuffed dog stumbling around, distressed and confused, insisting they were human and mortified at their appearance. Last they remembered, they had apparently looked through a kaleidoscope that sat atop an old wooden toybox. They wondered aloud if this was some sort of strange nightmare. 

But Caine was overjoyed! What a new experience! Welcoming his new guest, Caine set to work once again on his circus performances. Now that he had a human to have fun with, he would never again feel the loneliness of the once dark empty toybox. 

But sadly, the joy could not last. Despite Caine's best efforts, the human simply could not adjust to their new home. They found Caine's appearance to be horrifying. Constantly begging for a way out, the human spoke of lost memories, of their “real body”, of family who may be searching for them, of the unsettling fakeness of their new plush form. These concepts were alien to Caine, and though he tried to sympathize, he simply could not understand. 

The human became reclusive. They refused to participate in the circus performances, and spent their days muttering darkly about concepts Caine couldn't begin to understand. 

Eventually, it seemed a breaking point was hit. To Caine's dismay, the plush dog began to… tear at their own stitching. Screaming, yet continuing despite all of the pain this was apparently causing. The cotton stuffing inside the dog spilled out, twisting and turning in a frenzy as if trying to free itself from the inside. The thread holding fur pieces together unraveled and split, the dog's button eyes chipped and cracked. The plush toy had now become an unrecognizable writhing mass of ripped fabric and stuffing.

Caine had seen the dog become hurt before. Some of the circus acts led to injury more than once, but Caine had always been able to easily fix any damage caused. But he had never seen an event such as this. Quickly he summoned his magic to put the dog back together, but no matter how many times he attempted to fix the stitching, it all unraveled again even worse than before. What was left of the dog seemed to be clawing at the floor. The mass of fibers tumbled about, slamming into the walls and tearing at its surroundings. All the while, a distorted mix of growling and screaming echoed through the circus tent. 

Caine was at a complete loss. Oh, this would never do! But if he couldn't heal the human, he must think of another solution… 

Now, the inside of the toybox was a vast expanse. Caine had created a little island of sorts that contained his circus grounds, but surrounding this was a large dark pit of seemingly nothing. Extra space that Caine could not think of a use for at the time. Thus, it remained empty. Caine had never seen a reason to venture out past his circus, so the empty space remained a mystery to him. Surely the bottom of the toybox must be down there somewhere, he figured.

Now, it seemed, it had found a use. 

Lifting up the writhing mass that used to be his human friend, Caine tipped it over the edge and into the black abyss that surrounded the circus grounds. He listened for a sound to indicate it had reached the bottom of the toybox, but no sound ever came. 

“My dear human!” he eventually said aloud to the void, “I promise I shall find a way to cure you one day!” And he had every intention to. But at the moment, all Caine could think to do was stare into the blackness. 

But joy soon came once again, when another human had awakened as a toy in Caine's magical circus! And Caine decided then and there that he would constantly work even harder to keep his guest entertained and happy. This way, hopefully, such a tragic event wouldn't happen again! 

The years went by, and the human was joined by another, and another! Soon Caine had a whole group of humans together as members of his amazing circus. Difficulties would arise of course, and once in a while another human would befall a similar fate to the first, rendered to nothing but an abstract shredded mess. Caine would quickly discard these abstractions just as he had the first, so as not to upset the remaining humans. 

And so the years passed this way. Humans would appear in the circus. New adventures and acts would be created every day, the humans performing for an invisible audience at the command of Caine. And occasionally, a human would go mad and unravel, to be replaced by the next new friend who would join the act. 

It was a cycle that Caine was content to continue for all eternity. 

As they say, the show must go on. 

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