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! )

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Comments

[snakeblood]

Welllll. Surprisingly.... [ It's really kind of unbelievable. ]

Though, Sora is Lee Seojin's "younger brother". Not by blood, but maybe he learned those masochistic tendencies somehow.

[allrounder]

[ He smiles a little at the back and forth she has with the magpie, his own ruby carbuncle sitting patiently near his feet. ]

That it did, and likely so that we would need to confront those emotions. I imagine he would like for us to speak of them to one another.

[ Probably for their bonds. ]

[distain]

I'm not sure I would, either. [Someone please come take this topic away from these two, the least equipped to discuss it.]

Is Ish the kind of person you'd get as a client? The strength of your respective skills notwithstanding.

[snakeblood]

[ He'll stop talking about parents for the both of them, since it's clear they're inexperienced... ]

Oh, definitely. The desperate with vengeful wishes that they want fulfilled, no matter the price to themselves. Or someone else. Very par for the course.

[ ... ] Honestly, I could probably do something about her, if the danger is that her subconsciousness has been suppressed by something. But awakening her would only be a temporary measure. We shouldn't be incompatible, since the whole snake-father business, but if she's really a goddess... I don't know how effective it'd be to be under another god's protection, let alone one from another world. [ It's complicated. And well. He doesn't even want to offer his services to the witch. ]

[distain]

[Well, the damned bird snitched on her already, but the magpie is still the first to hop over after the conversation has moved onto other topics. Andrew eventually follows, a bit like a stray, because she doesn't know where else to go, and there's a large, shouting bird tugging on her string.]

Based on what we know, I doubt they'll feel shame at that. For that reason, it's hard for me to feel the same generosity of those words...though I don't have the right to be vengeful.

[distain]

Mm. [She pulls her hand back, bringing it to her chest.

This seems strangely arbitrary, especially when compared with last week. The animals are behaving a bit suspiciously, too friendly to humans than a normal bird would be, but she's still waking up, and her suspicion and powers of deduction are coming with it.]

Now we're each attached to one - for what? To care for it? A whole birdcage, full of us and them?

[oncefallen]

[You know, honestly Vanis deserves to be divebombed and he knows it, so he ain't even mad. Instead, he just laughs as the little bird flies around him, seemingly somewhat baffled by the existence of his halo.

The white fox that's following at his heel tilts its head, curious.]

Let me guess: it was there when you woke up?

[distain]

Then that can't be the difference. Besides, I felt normal by the end of each week... I can only imagine what feeling emotions more deeply would have done to our attempt to find the person who killed Tia.

[Well. Not normal. In fact, the absence of these deep pitting emotions, surrounding by people who still behave so strangely, she feels... Well. It's abnormal.]

Observatory

[oncefallen]

[Vanis has become a decided night person ever since falling and taking up residence in Belladonna, so it's not unusual to find him wandering around the palais at odd hours.

If he's surprised to find someone else here, it doesn't show on his face. Instead, he simply picks up the astrology book to flip through, a small white fox milling around near his feet.]

Humans truly do find the stars fascinating, don't they?

Chapel, because there are two types of fallen angels

[oncefallen]

[Unlike Sariel, this particular fallen angel laughs as the crucifix is sent flying, making absolutely no move to go retrieve it or otherwise intervene in any way.]

Ahaha... as a former angel, I can't claim that wasn't deserved.

cw: hangings, dv, ca, human trafficking, severed body parts

[diel]

[ yoru stands like a silhouette in the dark, waiting for the moon to rise. the first moon - the first polaroid - is nothing but an empty dining table. it’s centered in a sino-japanese style room and no one sits.

instead…

everyone





hangs.

the dead weight of each body feels nearly tangible through the polaroid. they’re so heavy, they barely sway. so heavy, they fall one by one.

the first is hwylryn. his fall is graceful until he lands. on his front, his hair a pool of starlight strands. yoru - the other one - seems too shocked to say anything. he’d been unprepared for the fall. his mouths two syllables, then two distinct words.

next - siffrin drops with a sickening thud, body contorted unnaturally on impact. the noose has scored a halo on their neck and their face is a rictus of horror. it matches the one yoru wears - the one in the polaroid - as he fails to catch them. his hands don’t work; his powers don’t either.

then urianger falls and lands on his neck. hickey. yoonhee.

cain gets yoru to take a step, to shout a silent word. yoru fails to catch cain, but it’s his body that he pulls up into his arms, into his lap. he cradles cain’s face. from all angles, the expression on the knight’s face is impossible to make out.

yoru turns his face up.

the last one is a man wearing fine shoes. yoru waits and waits, but he never falls. the dinner table is empty.

…

the next polaroid is simple, a revolving scene.

at the door of an apartment stands a woman. a mother, a devout follower of an unseen god. she’s beautiful. the bruising on her face only accents her fragile beauty.

she says, “i have to go to god now.”

she leaves, limping. there’s a knock. someone hands the shaggy-haired boy a wad of cash.

they say, “there wasn’t anything left over. we sold all of her.”

at the door of an apartment stands a young woman - a girl, really - fifteen or sixteen at best. she’s beautiful, more beautiful than anything, and she’s bruised from head to toe. her back is straight.

she says, “i have to do the dangerous stuff. or else we can’t leave this place.”

she says, “jin.”

she leaves. there’s a knock. someone hands the shaggy-haired boy a wad of cash.

they say, “and these are the worthless leftovers.” it’s a bloody paper bag with a severed hand protruding from it.

the scene repeats starting from the woman to the girl. the mom and the sister.

in the dark room, yoru - the real one - says: ]

I have to do the dangerous stuff. Or else we won’t have a family.

[coldseep]

( Aw... He releases one hand from his intense hug and pets Sariel's hair gently :( )

... I think, sometimes, people say things that can be hurtful, and they may not mean it, or they know it, but they feel like they have to say it that way, for reasons that make sense to them.

But, as long as the root of it is love, I think that they're things that can be worked through. It's just one more thing to figure out with him when you meet him again, right?

( Honestly, in context, this advice is probably all right. But god abstracted out into general contexts this is probably terrible advice. Do not attend Hwylryn's school of relationships. Anyway, )

And if there's something you need to scold him for, you should. You can be tough on someone out of love, too, if you need to.

[diel]

[ eventually yoru finds him. ]

Hwylryn~

[ in a soft sing-song voice, like a sweet lullaby. yoru pushes into the room and makes straight for the dragon. he covers hwylryn’s ears first (shh, don’t listen), cradling the sides of his head and pulling him down to touch foreheads.

then he says no more, just breathing in time with hwylryn, watching him cry silently. ]

[diel]

[ he watches for a while, curious - and at one point, startled. (was that him… or?)

but even when cain pulls himself out of it, yoru comes to stand beside him, pressing the line of their shoulders together. his cool touch against cain’s warm one, familiar by now. ]

… Okay?

[uiscebeatha]

[ He sees Yoru coming out of the corner of his eye, but doesn't meet him yet. He's still staring into the combined faces of the men who have, and are, ruining his life, deciding he's not afraid.

He's not.

His demeanor doesn't change, even with the cool. ]

...Yeah. I'll be okay.

[uiscebeatha]

[ Cain watches, horror on his face, brows twisted in worry.

He isn't sure what to make of any of this. He thinks of what Yoru has told him and he looks at the gore and the death and while that, specifically, doesn't really bother him, another sick feeling twists in his gut.

He feels irritated again.

He waits for the sentence to breathe before saying anything. ]

...Yoru.

[obtect]

It’s a chrysalis. The irony is really funny if you know who I am, promise.

[She figures there’s some kind of significance to it, as it doesn’t seem to leave her no matter how hard she tries…

She flicks her eyes over to examine Sariel. Make sure the tall fella doesn’t sink in.]

Is that an ant on your head?

[baebladie]

[ It's a lot. More than what he expected but it is certainly notable. Enough for him to speak up. ]

You even moved to hide one...are you running away from facing it?

[ What will he say to that? ]

[baebladie]

[ There is certainly quite a bit to go through. But, it doesn't mean that there isn't much to be done about it. ]

That's not what you said before.

[ A dark voice speaks to her. Perhaps distant, but audible nontheless. ]

[baebladie]

[ It'll be more than enough. Blade will allow Dan Heng's being spoken - whispered to him - to be his anchor, and to hold on tight to him until it ends.

Until that door unlocks and no longer entrapped in that place of fear.

At least when he leaves this room with him, it will be with the knowledge Dan Heng had been by his side. ]

[baebladie]

[ Blade grants a nod of his head upon hearing this.

It's what he expected to hear - and preferred to, considering the circumstances. ]

Good.

That's how it should be.

[ He says these words simply, but there's nothing less than the clear truth in them as well.

That he shouldn't allow these images of fear to stop him here. ]

[baebladie]

...like this.

[ Blade simply says, and then shakes his head. ]

Vanis brought up some interesting points.

Something is changing. It's hard to tell why, but our memories are a clear sign of it. Sabo mentioned it as a theory as well, though that change should add evidence.

This place is also clearly ustable. Maybe we can see how the gaps or cracks in this place can be used to our advantage at some point.

Since the pretender mentioned that there were 'cracks'.

[obtect]

Thanks.

[She’s never actually been a smoker, but maybe there’s no better time to start.]

This thing? Dunno. I mean, it’s a chrysalis, obviously, but I just woke up and it was there. Like some kind of unfunny joke.

[obtect]

The…jellyfish?

[How to make it not sound ridiculous.]

[diel]

[ that means he’s not. yoru would like him to be, but he’s learned these things take time when you’re a real person. he mentally goes through what the others had done for him, including cain. ]

Talk if you need to.

[ he leans his head on cain’s shoulder as if to say there’s a volunteer right here. and, after a moment’s hesitation, he sticks out his hand and wiggles his fingers. ]