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WEEK THREE
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
-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!
Yes, this is basically daemons. This palace clearly needs more animals for emotional support!
(OOC: Murder proposals and counter proposals are open! )
cw: hangings, dv, ca, human trafficking, severed body parts
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.
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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.
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yoru looks down at his hands first because that’s where he’d held him. cain’s inscrutable face with cain’s inscrutable heart between these hands. but there’s nothing there.
he knows that.
the polaroid was a temporary hell.
he knows that, too. ]
I have to.
[ as though the had choice been long decided. a disaster beast does what a disasters beast is made to do. so it has. there’s no choices here. ]
Will you eat dinner with me at some point?
[ he finally looks at the real cain and not the one fresh in his mind’s hell. ]
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That's not a talk for now, though.
His eyes widen slightly in surprise. These things are unrelated, in his mind. ]
Oh, uh, sure. [ ??? ] Why, what's up?
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I don’t like to eat alone. [ his hand drops. ] And I’d like it to be the two of us - at least once.
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What has Yoru been doing so far, then? He hasn't been eating alone all this time, has he? ]
All right. I'd be happy to.
[ An easy ask, really.
Cain tilts his head, concerned gold peering at Yoru. ]
Are you okay?
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[ a faint smile. it’s always a little bit of a surprise when cain knows it’s him and asks if he’s alright anyway. he’s not as fragile as…
but.
maybe not knowing the answer to cain’s question also means something. ]
I don’t know. This hasn’t happened yet, not entirely - [ the first polaroid, then nodding at the second one. ] - but the second one has. I don’t want it to, so does that mean I’m not okay? Do you know?
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[ this better NOT be a flag soupie i am WATCHING you
A curious look at that little smile, before his attention drifts back to the polaroids. ]
...These are awful images, regardless if they've happened or not. They're supposed to be our fears, right? It's okay if you feel something when you see what you don't want to happen, or what you don't want to experience again.
[ He tilts his head. ]
But if you don't know, then you don't have to know, either.
[ ... ]
I'm here for you, either way.
i’m sooooo innocent hello?
[ a simple sort of logic. ]
Just like you’ll be with me tonight, and tomorrow night, and the next night. I know it’s safe with you. You’re with me.
[ he’s safe with cain. but - those bleak polaroids stare into his soul. maybe the thing in his chest isn’t so safe with cain, if that’s what happening in his fears. ]
:unkie:
That's fair. If Yoru wants dinner together on Monday, then they'll have dinner together on Monday. ]
All right. Then we'll have dinner Monday night, and something to look forward to.
[ He smiles. And Cain will be with him every night until then.
But the moment is brief, because his smile drops. ]
I need to tell you something.
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Yes?
[ now? here? curious. ]
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[ He looks at the polaroid with his body in it.
He looks back at Yoru. ]
I'm not going to leave a corpse. I'll turn into stone and shatter.
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he breathes out slowly. just two sentences and the polaroid seems like a kindness. at least then, he’d have a body. in that hellish dining room he’d have something to hold. ]
Then. [ his mouth works, searching. ] Then I’ll just eat you before you shatter.
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[ He says this quietly, without missing a beat.
Morbid, perhaps, but a tiny sliver of a glimpse into Cain's wants.
It goes quickly. He smiles again with a little huff of a laugh. ]
When you say that, you don't actually mean eat me, do you?
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[ it’s decided. ]
Or I would if you die. [ or not. he gives cain an edged smile. ] Which you’re not going to.
[ the edges soften into amusement at his last question. ]
What do you think I mean?
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[ Cain studies Yoru for a second, tilting his head to let it rest on the wall as he does. His eyes roam his face, his mop of black hair, his tired eyes, amused smile...
They also roam his memories, little snapshots of the past couple of weeks. ]
You'd literally eat me, wouldn't you?
cw: cannibalism
[ he promises with a big smile. cain is so much more useful whole. taller than him, bigger than him, stronger than him. he doesn’t want to lose any of that for a taste.
it might be a dealbreaker, it might not be. it’s fine if his answer is no. ]
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Yoru smiles and Cain smiles back, little chuckle slipping past his lips. His eyes shine like they always do.
A hand comes up to cup his cheek, fingers misplacing the bangs over his eyes. Their mirrored hairstyle. ]
I'm genuinely flattered. I'll take the sentiment.
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[ yoru blinks both eyes at him, they smile from his cheeks. ]
And what do you think the sentiment is?
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That you like me.
[ Hehe. There's a tease in his voice, too. ]
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[ staying pg-13 ]
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And while I keep you warm, you don't have to eat alone and you don't have to do the dangerous stuff.
[ He brushes his thumb over the smile in his cheek. ]
Okay?
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Maybe I don’t have to, but…
[ he smiles and he doesn’t, mouth twisting indecisively. ]
Sometimes I want to. It’s what I am, Cain. A Disaster Beast, and I can’t change. Being with you is - distracting so I don’t think about, but it’s there all the same. It’s always there.
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Oblivious in his weird way, Cain isn't sure how. He tilts his head, trying to read this particular expression of Yoru's. ]
What's a Disaster Beast? Can you...use magic?
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[ did he forget to tell cain this part? to be fair, he’d been distracted that night. ]
Don’t forget what I am, Cain, just because you think I’m cute.
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cw: implied suicide attempt
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