ISAAC

[CERES]

visiting isaac barsotti

It had been a while since the harvest goddess had been strong enough to visit any of the resididing people on the peninsula. And she wasn't nearly strong enough right now for a real visit. However, she had something she needed to say, and so decided that a little strength had to be sacrificed in order for the greater good.

The sprites had yet again prepared a modest bed of flowers for her, as they usually did when she went to visit the people of Sepalum like this. Her faithful sprites, her beloved sprites. They were stronger than her, and had eyes everywhere.

She thanked the little creatures as she laid down and closed her eyes, entering the sweet embrace of the dreamland. It was dark and somber until she finally reached the other end. Into the subconscious of Isaac Barsotti.

It didn't take long before she was beside the young man, kneeling down next to his sleeping frame. She put a hand close to his ear, then leaned in and whispered into it. "Isaac Barsotti, please wake up. I've come to visit you~"

[ISSAC B.]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:451px;,bTable] tossed into my mind stirring the calm you splash me with beauty then you pull me down It had been yet another rousing day of doing nothing and although his budget only granted him Cup Ramen two times a day, Issac refused to start looking for work. He was very much a procrastinator and time away from his hometown had only worsened the habit. Whether it be paying taxes or paying respect he did things on his own time - A man living on the edge. As he lay in bed, he quietly contemplated tomorrow's activities. Perhaps he would tip some cows? He had heard it was all the rage for them country folks. Or maybe hit up the local tavern? Listening to the drunks babble on about their crap lives was always a hoot. Mid-thought he was being whisked away to dreamland. It wasn't long until he passed out... Issac found himself in the middle of a field of flowers. A woman approached him - a face he had seen hundreds of times before. With a sullen smile he addressed the visitor "Hello Rosa, my dear. I see that you have once again graced me with your presence. I am flattered... really I am...". He was lying through his teeth. Despite knowing that she was merely a figment of his unconscious self, his inability to cope reared its ugly head. Rosa placed one hand lightly underneath Issac's chin, the other on top of his head. Without saying a word, she began to comb through his curls. Issac remained still, it was hard not to be enamored when the apple of your eye showcased affection, even for a heartless man such as he. What was only a couple minutes of playful petting felt like a century. All of a sudden he felt a surge of pain rise in his abdomen. He looked downwards to see a knife planted firmly in the same spot. Unbeknownst to him, Rosa had removed her hand from his chin and grabbed the pointed object from her pocket. A gasp escaped his mouth as he fell to his knees. "Still... as feisty... as ever...". He tried to extend the joke but the pain was causing his vision to blur. It felt so real... was this actually a dream? Might he die tonight? Issac was ready to give into fate when... "Isaac Barsotti, please wake up. I've come to visit you~". A voice reverberated throughout his mind pulling him out of the depths of slumber. Issac's eyes shot open and for a moment he just laid there disoriented and unaware of whether or not he was still dreaming. Gradually he lifted up his torso and in his peripheral, he spotted a female - presumably the one who had spoken to him. Unlike Rosa he had never seen this woman a day in his life, nevertheless he was glad to see her now. "Morning stranger. I presume the reason why you so crudely woke me up is because you wish to snuggle under the covers, yeah? Usually I wait until the second date but for you... I'll make an exception." Issac rolled to the side with his back facing Ceres. He reached over and patted the space he previously occupied.

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[CERES]

visiting isaac barsotti

The harvest goddess leaned back as the male arised from his slumber. She gave him time to adjust to his surroundings, as people had different ways and lengths of becoming accustomed to her presence, especially in the dreamland.

She was slightly taken aback by the rough remark of his, but she only put her hand in front of her mouth and laughed. Somehow she really knew how to pick her visits, because the males all seemed to want to hit on her.

"I'm sorry, Isaac, I can't replace your Rosa," she said, smiling apologetically to him. "However I do require your help." It was no secret that the harvest goddess was weak and near defeated, as the people of Sepalum had long since forgotten about her. That had to change, however.

[ISSAC B.]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:451px;,bTable] tossed into my mind stirring the calm you splash me with beauty then you pull me down The mere mention of Rosa's name sent a shiver down Issac's spine. In a mixture of confusion, desperation, and agitation, he vigorously flipped over to face Ceres. The glare in his eyes aimed to pierce a hole straight through its target. He wasn't expecting to hear her name uttered aloud, especially not by someone other than himself. "How'd y-..." Issac stopped the sentence short... something wasn't right. It took him a moment to process things the haze still present in his mind. He rubbed both his eyes and took to surveying his surroundings. There was a sense of unfamiliarity... which made sense because this was not his room. So where was he? Either he had been kidnapped by a terrorist organization or he was still fast asleep. The answer was an obvious one. "Ah, still dreaming. I see.." All the tension he had previously felt dissipated and the expression on his face lightened. This woman was no threat. She was as fictitious as the wound he had received but moments ago. Issac relaxed his muscles, placed one leg over the other and his arms behind his head, and closed his eyes. Something in the pit of his stomach told him to get comfortable as this conversation might take a while. "Don't get me wrong lady, I am not intent on replacing Rosa anytime soon though a little 'companionship' here and there never hurt. Unfortunately as far as your request goes, you are probably barking up the wrong tree. Do I appear to be the charitable sort to you?"

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visiting isaac barsotti

The confusion was prominent in Isaac's eyes, yet the ire was what made the harvest goddess cringe for a second. It had not been her intent to stir up bad emotions, it was only to get his attention.

"Yes, Isaac, you are dreaming. But I can assure you I am real." She watched as his body relaxed, moving to get into a more comfortable position. As he closed his eyes and worded out his contempt to help her, the goddess couldn't help but tilt her head a little and giggle.

"I don't know you, Isaac, but you don't seem so poor as you like to make yourself out to be. You could rarely tell on a person if they are charitable or not, but I'd like to believe that everyone has good inside of them."

She too shifted to get comfortable, having sat down beside him. "My name is Ceres. I used to be able to help all the unlucky ranchers with their farm, so their soil would be fertile and their produce would be grand for the harvest." She paused for a moment, sighing unhappily. "I am unable to help them now, unfortunately, because I am struggling against a sickness. Won't you aid me in this strife?"

[ISSAC B.]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:451px;,bTable] tossed into my mind stirring the calm you splash me with beauty then you pull me down One eye pried itself open to glance at the woman now sitting bedside. She was real? That was hard to believe. Ceres looked like something straight out of a fairy tale but perhaps she spoke the truth? On the other hand this wouldn't be the first time Issac's mind played tricks on him. For now he would just have to take each word with a grain of salt. "What a fine notion however your idealism does little to suade me." He had to admit, it was amiable to be able to believe in the goodness of others. Still, her statement didn't sit right with him... he knew better. "So now that we have established I am not charitable, are we done here?

[/color]". Issac was trying his best to cut this conversation short. He had an inkling that he would wake up the moment Ceres had nothing left to say. However, as if struck by greed itself, he spoke once more. "... Or perhaps you have something to offer. Something that might motivate me to reconsider?". Issac was still unaware of his visitor's identity. When Ceres was elaborating about her profession, he had assumed she was some sort of Ranching instructor. However noticing her desperation, he felt the need to capitalize on it. After all what better way to promote his own self-interest?
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[CERES]

visiting isaac barsotti

It made her uncomfortable how deceiving she apparently made herself out to be, as it sounded like to her. All she ever wanted was to find people to help heal her out of her sickness, so that she could finally be able to aid the ranchers and make their harvest grand.

"I don't need anything from you, specifically," she assured him, while laying her hand on top of his arm for safety, and possibly comfort. The harvest goddess was a magical deity, after all, and while she could do little in the realm of man in her current state, this was the dreamland.

His tone and message was offputting, however. She had already gotten the feeling that she would not achieve a lot of help from Isaac, but now he was expecting a reward? Maybe he just didn't understand the gravity of the situation--

"Isaac, I am the harvest goddess." She took a pause to let that sink in. "I came to you because I thought you would aid me in this time of need, but I fear it was for naught. I shall leave you to your dreams, but know this; if you come across a parchment of what you might see as different, rare or even peculiar ingredients, do please take good care of it. It is important, not only for me, but for everyone who lives on Sepalum." She took another pause and inched a little closer to really make him listen, while lowering her voice as if whispering. "There might come a time when you shall need my help."

And with that said, she leaned back and stood up from Isaac's bedside. With a warm and gentle smile, she reached down and touched his arm again, making him close his eyes with sleep. "Dream sweet, Isaac." And then she was gone.