**🎠 JAKEY** > -# he/him // 14 yrs Jakey’s been hanging at the back of the group making himself as small as possible, as silent as possible, but his giant presence becomes impossible to ignore as he squeezes into the telescope room. He watches as the other animals interrogate the lemur. “*She’s* going to be disappointed in you?” Jakey repeats, lowering his head to their eye level just to squint at Aruna. “Oh, so you’re a servant to Kari? Or… what the fuck did you call her? The Godling?” Kari–that’s the name he’d lent to the strange magical gray filly, since she didn’t have one. She seemed to be only a couple years old at the most. He’s not sure why he came here. But again, there’s no one else left and no one else to follow. Jakey looks at Aruna again, his expression weary. “Do you really believe she can fix the world?” **🎠 JAKEY** > -# he/him // 14 yrs So he was *chosen*, was he? Jakey huffs. Her judgement is clearly terrible. She should’ve chosen Akari. Or Angel. Or Hans. Or… She should’ve literally *anybody else* instead of him–he’s not a leader. He’s only ever been a leader incidentally. He’s not fit to help heal the world, he wasn’t even fit to help the Afflicted like Hans could. Plus he’s definitely not as strong or fast or smart as he used to be, and his occasional back pain reminds him that he could drop dead any day now. What the fuck is that Godling thinking? Then again, that’s not really Aruna’s fault. She just works for the weirdo. Jakey sighs, then motions to the telescope. “Alright. Show me something, then, for fun.” **🎠 JAKEY** > -# he/him // 14 yrs Ah, Indu. The salmon. The fish that dies after it returns home to its birthplace. Or, at least, it dies trying. Jakey watches the stars swim for a moment, then pulls away. He glances at Aruna, curious if she’d chosen it on purpose. Maybe it was a warning? Changing his mind about all of this would mean certain death… but death is always certain, anyways. He wonders if he could make it home. He wonders if there even is any place left he can call “home”. He supposes that is also what the Godling had promised. Jakey shakes his head. He’s overthinking it. Just be polite, you asshole. “Is that it?” He says, like an asshole. **🎠 JAKEY** > -# he/him // 14 yrs “No need for another.” Jakey says, his voice flat as he flicks his ears. “I just thought you’d tell my fortune or something as well, you know? I’ve seen the fuckin’ stars before…” His huge hooves clack against the stone floor as he turns away from the telescope, huffing. “Well, maybe the game you mentioned will be funner.” -# (Jakey dismisses Aruna and moves to the basement.) **🎠 JAKEY** > -# he/him // 14 yrs The game did *not* look any funner than the telescopes. Jakey stares at the test tubes for a while, trying to discern the colors. He knows the ones on the edges are white and black, but the ones in the middle could be anything. Jakey thinks about asking the distressed panda overseeing the game for a bit of help, but stubbornly decides he actually does know what he’s doing and that he can’t do any worse than the strange canine who decided to eat the paint. Using his lips, he picks out the black and white tubes to mix together on a slide. Jakey spills and splashes a little bit, but it’s not like he can do it with his hooves. -# Mix black and white! **🎠 JAKEY** > -# he/him // 14 yrs Jakey swishes his tail, proud of his contribution. He notices the little cat beside him submit a slide as well—it was one of the colors he couldn’t really see. It was either the color of grass (green, he’s been told) or the color of blood (red, apparently). To him, it’s a darker brown, so maybe… it’s red? Or maybe it is brown. Either way, the cat can definitely see the colors he can’t. He thinks about asking her for help, but he’s confident he can still contribute with his limited knowledge. A marten had appeared next to him and taken white and the fourth tube, he knows the cat mixed together black and the second tube, so… Jakey boldly takes the third test tube and drops a bit of color onto a slide without mixing it. -# Make a slide of the third color (yellow). **🎠 JAKEY** > -# he/him // 14 yrs // horse (large) Jakey’s ears flick in curiosity as the panda speaks to the red-toothed dog. He also makes a note to himself to start asking others for their names… though that would mean introducing himself, as well. His ears flatten as they speak about the gems—formed from the gems? Gifts to the children of gods? Shit, he *really* shouldn’t have been chosen by the Godling, then. The pointed, blade-like gem around his neck didn’t belong to *him*, he’d selfishly asked “to take care of it” as Hans was dying. They did give it to him, but he still can’t help but think it’s not really *his*. They’d worn it for the entire thirteen years he had known them, he wears it to carry a piece of them. He grabs the dark gem from his neck and presents it to the panda, rudely stepping in front of Ser in the process. “Like one of these little fuckers?” Jakey asks, though his words are a little muffled with the silk cord in his mouth. “My, uh… this doesn’t really belong to me, though. I’m holding it for… a friend…” **🎠 JAKEY** > -# he/him // 14 yrs // horse (large) His jaw tightens. So he really *did* kill them, in the end? God, if they’d just held on to it, if he didn’t ask, if he wasn’t so fucking *selfish*… It should be them standing here, not him. Jakey is suddenly overwhelmed with the desire to lie down. “Thanks for… telling me.” Jakey mumbles to the panda. He sighs, realizing that he’s not exactly making a great first impression to the other *chosen ones*. He takes a deep breath. “Sorry. I’m sorry.” He steps backwards, intending to leave the basement. He feels his blood buzzing underneath his skin—if he starts to cry or thrash about even just a little bit, he’ll definitely hurt one of the smaller animals here. That would definitely be a poor first impression. He carefully squeezes himself around the others and out of the basement to preserve his dignity. -# Jakey leaves the basement and wanders towards the kitchen. **🎠 JAKEY** > -# he/him // 14 yrs // horse (large) He wanders off towards the comforting smell of cooking veggies, but the smell is quickly corrupted with the metallic scent of blood and death. Fearing the worst, he rushes into the kitchen, where a large, blood-soaked lion stands at the counter, asking for food. Even though he quickly gathers that she means no harm and genuinely just wants a bite to eat, Jakey remains stiff and on edge. He glances at the wolf, then clears his throat as he sidesteps closer to them (and further from the lion). “Hi, chef. Do you have, uh, falafel? Or anything similar. Please?” -# Jakey is fearful of Náhádzid and desperately orders falafel to cope. **🎠 JAKEY** > -# he/him // 14 yrs // horse (large) Jakey is so delighted at the wolf’s offerings that he nearly forgets about his craving for falafel. He leans over and sniffs at the tray of veggies. He politely looks at the meats and mushrooms for a moment (he’s intrigued, but he knows it’ll upset his stomach) before swaying back towards the dense platter of baked apples. “Fuckin’ hell, did you make all this yourself?” Jakey asks, truly impressed. He nibbles on the apples, then stops, deciding it would be more appropriate for desert. He remembers his craving and noses through his saddle bag for the wild beans and herbs he’d collected on his journey to the observatory, then gently lays them out on the counter. “These are the ingredients for what I’d like… Uh, just crush everything together and fry it.” Jakey says. He’s suddenly feeling alone again, a soft aching in his chest as he recalls his favorite food–it’s impossible to make on his own, he’s always needed someone else’s dexterous paws to light a fire, to mash the beans, to fry the falafel. “I’m Jakey, by the way.” He properly introduces himself to the wolf, so he doesn’t feel so alone. “What’s… what’s your name?” -# Summary: Jake nibbles on an apple and provides ingredients for his desired main course. **🎠 JAKEY** > -# he/him // 14 yrs // horse (large) “Ainar, eh?” Jakey repeats, as polite as he can. He rests his huge head on the counter as he watches them prepare his ingredients. “That’s a strong name.” He then shifts his eyes back to the other side of the room, where the large lion was. She doesn’t look as intimidating anymore, somehow, so Jakey calls out to her. “What’s your name?” Then, after a brief pause, he amends his question. “Do you have a name?” -# Summary: Jakey thinks Ainar’s name is cool. He asks the strange lion for its name.