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Ako's steps were slow as he entered the building after following the others. It felt like everything would echo as he moved along cautiously behind the trail of a few similar figured, each with their own faintly glowing heart. They seemed to be giving the fragments to the goddess. Well, he had agreed to help her. But were the memories not meant for him?

Even so, perhaps it was best to let them go. A few further slow steps as he waited his turn before bowing his head and holding the fragments out. Even as it was taken he suddenly felt a bit of a warmth, almost understanding course through him. He looked to his own hands, which now seemed... more solid? Was that a way to put it. No, they held no color, but... he toyed with one of his own fingers that seemed to have nail longer than what he felt would be normal.

Not that he understood so much. It was merely new as he looked back up before bowing his head once more and shifting to get out of the way wordlessly. Apparently it was best to do as these goddesses asked. If only to please them and earn their blessings. Then he would know what he was, right? Or what such things meant. Truly, he'd return as many times as they asked if that was the meaning behind it.

She had no means of telling time, so Skaaal didn’t know how long the task had taken her, but she hoped it hadn’t been too long. Cautiously, she held out the fragments and closed her eyes as she received the blessing. Ah, I see. She opened her hands, taking in her shape, which was more solid than before. As much as she didn’t want to, she could see the advantage of talking with others. Doing more than just awkward or empty glances as they passed by one another.

There was almost something profoundly sad about offering up these pieces of something that could have fundamentally been part of her, maybe, in one past. But there was something about the previous infinite that also scared her - not knowing was something she felt was not . . . comforting.

So, willingly, she allowed the tasks shards to be returned to Goddess to offer the blessing, exhaling slowly outwards as she watched those around her.

He would have liked to look more sure of himself as he stepped forward through the shrine. He would have enjoyed that far more. Instead, uncertainty shown on his face as he marched up and held out the fragments he had collected. What did the memories mean? What did having another self mean?

It was certainly hard to explain, but even as the bits were taken from him he found only one small answer. And that was in his own form seeming to solidify, to becoming more than what it had been. He was still without color beyond his own glowing heart, but now he found himself briefly staring at his fingers. Then his arm clothed in a simple robe. He would have taken more time if not for stealing too much time with the goddess. Instead he merely bowed his head briefly. Thankful for at least that answer. Pleasing the Goddess, answering her wishes, that was the best path for the time being. Even if being a servant to another did not suite his tastes entirely. "Thank you."

A simple two words and with that bow he turn to walk out, briefly looking to the still featureless figures walking through as he left. Would they too gain that greater awareness perhaps? It was hard to say really.

Carmus had come and been given a task, and now, he'd returned, task completed. At least, that's what he thought. He didn't wish to linger. Godesses had other things to do likely, things that were not him.

He didn’t know about the others, but Ikait had managed to finish the task in a rather timely manner. Ikait looked at the others curiously, and even more so once he received his blessing. While observing others was good, it was important to talk to them too. Perhaps he would be able to learn even more things about others if he did.

Eir entered the Shrine. He can see few other shadows beside him traveling in opposite direction.

They looked...slightly more solid than he did. Not that the fog (what is fog doing inside a building???) helped.

Eir walked closer to the statue. For some strange reason, with each steps he took the outline of aforementioned object blurred and blurred...into it was nothing but fog.

"You must complete in one task per given day."

A voice spoke to him. Is it the Goddess of Ruin?
Yes, I already read the announcement. So-

"Each task will grant you a blessing and strengthen your heart. Only those with the strongest hearts will ascend to become goddesses."

Aaaand that's new. How come I didn't know anything about that, Eir groaned inwardly. And for a man, would he still became a 'goddess'?

Something moved inside the fog. Eir feels something has been pressed against the center of his chest-the shape was distinctively clear---a hand-URK!

His 'heart' burns with so much pain his vision blurred. He can barely see something happening-the five fragments meld into one before him---

And shoots into his 'heart'.

Suddenly, 'things' rushed out from the very center of his being. Understanding. This world's history. Also---

'Information Broker'.

That phrase again. What is it, really? He can feel that words are something....important? No, that's not quite it...but SOMETHING tugged into the back of his mind. Is there something associated with those words?

After the pain subsidizes, Eir stepped back from the Goddess's statue. He feel different. More...complete, albeit still incomplete.

Guess I'll head back to the Spire and see what can I find about this 'Information Broker'.