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

[uiscebeatha]

[ Cain looks at Yoru's hands, too, and it strikes him that he probably doesn't know. If he died, he wouldn't leave a body. He'd have no face to caress, nothing to hold, nothing to really remember him by. Snap of the fingers, and he'd be gone.

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?

[diel]

[ he points at the polariod. every terrible thing happens around an empty dining table, which is as much of a fear as the bodies. ]

I don’t like to eat alone. [ his hand drops. ] And I’d like it to be the two of us - at least once.

[uiscebeatha]

[ Ah... Right. That makes sense.

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?

[diel]

Next week, then! Pick a day.

[ 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?

[uiscebeatha]

Why not tonight?

[ 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?

[diel]

Tonight is… If it happens tonight, then I can’t look forward to it tomorrow or the day after that.

[ 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:

[uiscebeatha]

[ Ah, okay. He gets that logic.

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.

[diel]

[ something to look forward to. ]

Yes?

[ now? here? curious. ]

[uiscebeatha]

If I die...

[ 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.

[diel]

[ oh.

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.

[uiscebeatha]

If you were a wizard, then you could eat my stones instead.

[ 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?

[diel]

I’m not a wizard, but I’m not human either. I’ll eat you anyway.

[ 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?

[uiscebeatha]

Hmm.

[ 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

[diel]

Just a little.

[ 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. ]

[uiscebeatha]

[ Is it a dealbreaker?

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.

[diel]

Oh!

[ yoru blinks both eyes at him, they smile from his cheeks. ]

And what do you think the sentiment is?

[uiscebeatha]

[ His smile is so, so cute. Cain grins in response, glad to have gotten that out of him. ]

That you like me.

[ Hehe. There's a tease in his voice, too. ]

[diel]

Well, I do like how you… keep me warm.

[ staying pg-13 ]

[uiscebeatha]

[ Hehe... Yeah... Keeps him warm... ]

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?

[diel]

[ oh. he heard that, did he? ]

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.

[uiscebeatha]

[ Distracting, huh?

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?

[diel]

A monster resurrected from man. I’m not a full one, just half. So powers, but no magic.

[ 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.

[uiscebeatha]

I still think you can be a cute monster.

[ These things are not mutually exclusive...

But he realizes this is probably more serious than he's treating it to be. So he calms his flirty attitude and looks at Yoru with an even gaze. ]

But what does that mean, though? I know... [ He doesn't finish that sentence, instead letting the way his eyes flick to his collar speak for him instead. ] But you're just Yoru to me. [ Or Jin, sometimes, less so lately. ] What kind of powers do you have?

cw: implied suicide attempt

[diel]

That’s right.

[ when cain looks at his collar. ]

Jin died, then Yomi saved us by making us what we are. Our power has to do with how we died, so mine is a type of psychokinesis.

[ to have the life choked out of you without direct human touch. it’s almost cheating how easy it is.

and what’s normally a cheerful thought becomes tied to the knowledge that cain would hate to learn that about him. but he won’t lie. ]

… But I do want to be just Yoru to you.

[ not jin, not anything else. ]

[uiscebeatha]

[ The only real reaction Yoru gets out of that is a blink as Cain's eyes briefly glance at his collar again. Brutal. Limited, all things considered, but brutal. Maybe he should be thankful they're all out of their powers here, but it isn't like the risk of immediate death stopped him from being friends with Bradley. Or Oz. Or Owen, even.

So much trust goes into things like this. And he trusts Yoru. ]

I can't imagine what else you'd be. [ He smiles a little bit. ] Your powers are still a part of you.

[ He just has a bit of a bigger picture now. ]