WEEK THREE

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WEEK THREE

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You awaken smothered in wonderfully soft blankets. If you are lucky, there is a warm body next to you, but... those are becoming shorter and shorter in supply, aren't they?

It's Monday at Château Ambregris, and you have just arrived here. Whatever clothes you are wearing, whatever injuries you are sporting... They are once again accurate to how you were before this tale began. Whether this leaves you with any urgent matters to take care of or relieved of ailing you had contracted in the 'last' week, the gong of the numerous clocks chimes out indifferently to the hour. Gone is the urgent summons of the past two weeks, with no Witch to greet you.

Rise and shine, and face your 'first' day in your 'new' home! And though you may now think yourself quite familiar with it, maybe another look around wouldn't hurt?

TIME LOOP:

-Characters wake up with the clothes they had with them at their canon point, like in the intro log.
-The state of their bodies is exactly the same as it was on the intro log (for better or worse).
-Any items they accumulated last week are also reset (sorry you'll need to build up your weapon cache again), except items that were given out as event rewards. Please note that the item uses are not reset.

LOCATIONS UPDATED:
- library, gardens
- mud bath → aquarium
- menagerie → photography studio
- grotto → greenhouse

WEEKLY EFFECT

This week every character will have a spirit animal that follows them around like a familiar. The choice of animal is up to you (natural or supernatural), but it should represent them in some way. The animal is restricted in size to that of a large dog and is incorporeal, though it can interact with other spirit animals. As the animal is a representation of their heart and inner self, it might be better at expressing itself than it's owner.

Yes, this is basically daemons. This palace clearly needs more animals for emotional support!

(OOC: Murder proposals and counter proposals are open! )

MONDAY • TUESDAY • WEDNESDAY • THURSDAY

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Comments

[snakeblood]

You don't need to... Compliment him! [ hiss hiss ]

[fourtuity]

Uh-huh, like you weren't thinking he's hot. [ snicker snicker ]

[arbalestrier]

...You're probably right. Speculating on the enemy's personality isn't as important as understanding his capabilities and weaknesses.

[snakeblood]

Where? [ Where's he hot in these, he means, but angu snek not good at using his words. ]

[antline]

Like a script.

[He repeats, dully, trying to understand.]

[He thinks of Falsch with those brazen eyes, who would offer a curt word and a thinly-veiled insult. What would he think, seeing this?]

So it's like... [He closes his eyes, pained.] Like a play. Only a play.

[antline]

....Ah.

[Oh. That's something solid and warm around him. He almost tenses, but he feels the man leaning against him, recognizes that touch.]

[Sarry. Sarry. Dear Sarry. The mysterious man whispers, calls, over and over, like a beautiful, wonderful mirage on the desert.]

Vanis. [Something feels more stable, now, even as he's still trembling in place. He reaches up a hand, touches the other's face.] You're here.

[distain]

"It's no more unfair than the system humans created to trial sinners in most worlds, is it?"

Something like that... when I mentioned the condemnation of innocents and calling the process fair.

[simulacres]

[ as if directly responding to that, the bird starts singing up a storm. how dare you try to silence it!!!

ayaka just stares at it. ]

[antline]

...

[Lot to say, he thinks.]

Very beautiful. Well done. [He claps.]

[simulacres]

It's alright, I'm sure they'd still like it.

[ she averts her eyes from the notes, glancing towards the dragon instead. ]

Is that... the animal that you got this morning?

[allrounder]

[ It's not hard to spot Dan Heng when he's got a dragon coiled near him. It catches G'raha's eye, but what draws him closer is curiosity over whatever the man is writing down. ]

Keeping records?

[ A creature follows G'raha shortly behind him, tiptapping on the floor. ]

[baebladie]

[ Ironic that it is true; he looks to see Dan Heng still through a shaky haze. ]

...I did.

[ Blade admits even if it changes nothing, leaning into that touch. Grounding more than he expected. ]

I still do.

[ He doesn't know...if he can grasp it. If he can grasp a hold of anything. But, Blade knows he wants it badly now. Whether he is deserving of it or not. Is it selfish? Or naivety? The pendulum swings back and forth, yet with him not recoiling away, with him not lashing out, it doesn't land somewhere twisted. ]

I see those pictures and they look like inevitability.

...When you look at me, tell me...

What do you see?

[ Blade reaches out as he asks this, for Dan Heng, who is so close already. But even with that hand running through his hair, he knows he wants to feel more. ]

[simulacres]

[ the little robin puffs its chest, seemingly prideful over their singing ability being praised. in comparison, ayaka can only huff out a sigh and shake her head. ]

Really, if it wants to sing that much, it should be in the garden.

[ but to that, the bird only goes from her shoulder to the top of her head, as if to say that it is absolutely NOT leaving. ]

adds to the promenade pile

[allrounder]

[ G'raha spots the little memorial from far away and he sees Cain sitting nearby, carving into wood. Whether he hears G'raha or not, he turns around and leaves.

...

But he comes back later, making his presence known by stepping a little bit more loudly as he approaches, even if Cain can definitely see the flowers clutched in his hand, an assortment full of reds. Then, he gently taps Cain on the shoulder, a little touch that'll bring G'raha into view.

He looks over the items, quiet, before directing a smile to Cain. ]

This is kind of you, Cain.

[fourtuity]

[ Her hands feel cold and clammy at the sight of all this, but Clover does her best to ignore it, walking over to crouch down next to him. There's...a lot to unpack here, but the most important thing right now is to get Junior out of the room. ]

...You aren't. You want to do other things, don't you, Junior?

[ The priority is to seek a way out. If he doesn't want to talk about it, she shouldn't ask. She keeps telling herself that, trying not to hold her breath. ]

[antline]

I think you could be nicer to it.

[just]


[saying]

[littlegentleman]

[Junior flinches at the sound of Clover's voice, but fortunately he doesn't snap out a weapon like he did when he was surprised last week. He just stares at her with a mix of fear, helplessness, and desperation.]

I don't...I don't want to be a sacrifice.

[Not for someone's idea of the greater good. Not for anything. His fingers dig into his arms, crushing the fabric underneath them.]

I just want a chance to be me.

[antline]

...

[That's right. There could have been more. A lot more.]

How many...do you think there were?

[remainsilent]

[ The Blade drenched in blood is the one he is far more used to, but over the last few weeks he has more. He knows more.

Blade who decided to drink An Lili's hot chocolate. Blade who was helping Clover out. Blade who walked away instead of lashing out when he was angry. He's been trying to be more than just the fractured weapon he is named for. ]

Show me that you still do.

[ Taking the hand that is reaching out into his own as he laces their fingers together. Leaning in to press their foreheads together. ]

I see someone who is more than just a weapon.

[remainsilent]

[ The dragon will raise it's head ]

Indeed, it is. [ He will nod to the bird ] Is there a connection between you and robins?

[remainsilent]

[ He will give a nod in greeting. ]

Indeed, I am. I am a record keeper for the Astral Express, so I'm used to writing everything down.

[ Looking over at creature. ]

I don't think I've encountered anything like your companion here.

[distain]

Or frustrated? Some days I wonder if he's getting anything near what he wants from us, and sometimes I think we're playing exactly into his hand. He craves our "participation" but will just as soon mock us for it.

[remainsilent]

It would be more surprising if someone didn't change or act different after such these circumstances.

Good thing there are several different signs you can assign yourself. A sign for who you used to be and a sign for who you seem to be of late.

[allrounder]

A carbuncle. They're often companions for Arcanists, created by aether through arcane geometry. My studies are largely focused on ancient arcane magic, so I am not surprised that this was my companion.

[ And the carbuncle looks around curiously, tilting its little head at the dragon.

He takes a seat near Dan Heng. ]

I thought of recordkeeping myself, but have decided to keep much of it in my mind rather than on paper.

[allrounder]

He resents us in spite of everything we have given him.