WEEK ONE

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WEEK ONE

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Maybe being swept away to a fancy castle isn't what you wanted (Hickey aside), but the fact of the matter is that you're stuck here, at least for now. Thankfully there's enough food even if hot chocolate for breakfast might be a bit rich for some palates. There's at least a stock of raw food in the kitchens, but your hapless kidnapper is a Witch, not a chef, so you'll have to perform your own, manual kitchen magic if the provided meals aren't to your liking.

Just try not to burn the place down before you get the chance to take your host at his word (that you'll be leaving in a week's time, certainly, trust).

If you do get the cabin fever immediately, the grounds are a beautiful reprieve from the great indoors -- and if nothing else, perhaps you can find time to get to know your fellow guests. The weather is gorgeous all week, cheerfully sunny, which lends something to the mood.

WEEKLY EFFECT

This week, characters will feel heightened emotions periodically. If they're very happy about something, it'll feel like the best thing in the world! If they'd usually brush off something mildly annoying, suddenly it'll grate on their nerves. This effect will last throughout the week until investigation and is completely optional.

[OOC: Welcome to Week 1! Despite the lack of any threatened murder (except in Witch's direction), there will be a case this week. We'll have a small optional event on Wednesday at 1PM EDT/10AM PDT, but it won't require real time threading and can be done over the course of the week. ]

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[baebladie]

[ Blade can't say that he is either, honestly. ]

...Maybe.

Keeping our eyes on our surroundings will reveal if that's the case.

[ If there's a key somewhere, that sounds like it would be found after some hardcore search. ]

[baebladie]

[ The skydom and Xianzhou do have some similarities... ]

...An ongoing war against certain creatures. Denizens of the Abundance.

Politics. Those who struggle with their lifespan. [ Typical for any world...almost. If not for a certain aspect of it. ] Other troubles I'm unaware of.

[baebladie]

[ Blade has killed often since he joined the Stellaron Hunters. And though his view on the world is strange...is it strange for him to feel it was worthy for Yoru to have killed whoever this man was? ]

Not impossible...

[ Blade turns it over in his mind. This must Yoru's determination.

Can he ever really grasp it? He doesn't know. But, he hears it, acutely now more than ever. ]

...We'll see if we can reach him that same way.

[baebladie]

[ Not many people here can.

And Blade doesn't want to wish it on anyone.

Yet, in the end he simply and only says this: ]

...Maybe that is just how it should be.

[ To let it be preserved eternally...

Not in physical form. But merely, in one's memory. That beautiful moment is encased in such a gaze, that may forget it all, but in the mind's eye this will be unchanging as it was when seen in this state. ]

[baebladie]

...No.

[ Maybe? But Blade doesn't think for something like this a favor must be inquired of. Rather, instead of that... ]

It should be done without asking a favor.

[ ... ]

Do you think it impossible?

[fourtuity]

Yeah, pretty much, huh? I'll keep an eye out. So good luck with your search too, mister.

[ Not gonna lie, he gives off so much old man vibes, she almost lost her filter and just called him old man. ]

[allrounder]

[ Sighs!! ]

A back and forth of questions and scant answers. 'Tis as if he wants no help at all.

[antemeridian]

[ Still misunderstanding, in the end...

but she won't correct her, and just lets her leave instead. ]

[antemeridian]

That is... an aircraft of some sort? [ she is guessing, from the word pilot. despite all the (redacted), she probably doesn't know russian military helicopter names all that well. ]

The other adults may have heard of it before, so it is possible that might be a better statement...

[ but also, she hasn't put up a toplevel for this game either, so that might be telling. ]

[allrounder]

[ hitting on him? at a party? how dare!!

But he simply smiles, amused more than anything else. ]

So long as you don't mind, I will be more than happy to invade upon your personal time.

[diel]

Your summer?

[allrounder]

In your very own tome, then. Seems more fitting than a shelf.

[ Each chapter a different person, memories of them tucked away in the pages. ]

[allrounder]

Yes. It would have.

[ He glances away, but only for a moment. ]

I was ready to face the consequences so that he could live.

[coldseep]

( crazy )

They loved you, right? Shouldn't they have accepted you the way you are? When I was still little . . . well, I didn't think badly of any loved one that tried to kill me.

( mind, that was the north, but Still, )

So for something as small as a little magic, shouldn't they have tried to understand you? ... When you went so far to understand them, and their fears.

[coldseep]

( Oh there is supernatural stuff, thank goodness, he was going to feel really freaked out,

Still, the news is a little... sad, in a way he didn't expect. Hwylyrn seems a little melancholic. )

... It sounds to me like magic has been chased away to the corners of the world, out of sight. Where I'm from, magic is as common as weather - from the creatures that might scurry through the floorboards to the air thick within forests. To fail to know magic is to banish nature far, far away.

Is that the sort of land you're from? Is that why your crew had to venture so far away to find this creature, when it should have been as common as a mouse?

[diel]

Do you believe - even a little - that we can?

[ it’s determination. and as horrible as it is, as humans are, it is a miracle that only humans can achieve. a tenacity all their own. ]

[coldseep]

( He can hold a halfway corpse. He can hold just a head. It's what he did for hundreds of years. Just the promise of company is enough - and Yoru is giving him something tangible, in the way he holds him, in the honey of his words. So much more than just a promise that maybe one day he'll be there. How can he loathe that? )

... See? You're doing it again.

( Spoiling him, that's what this is. And he accepts it, the way Yoru comforts him; draws him in - that this seems to be difficult for him makes this all the more dear to Hwylryn. )

... Is this what you need? ( Does Yoru need hugs? Surely, his family has cured him some - but is that enough to tide him over now, in this place, unsteady as they are after all this confession? ) Is this what you wanted to have, a long time ago, too?

[arbalestrier]

[Sousuke doesn't look away as he measures out the gunpowder and funnels it into the muzzle, although he's certainly listening. It's a good observation, and it's reasonable speculation.]

Possibly... but I don't think that will be necessary.

[His movements are precise, but not necessarily practiced--it takes a couple of minutes for Sousuke to complete the reloading process, but his next shot is noticeably more accurate, even if it's still a little low.]

I adjusted the amount of powder instead.

[littlegentleman]

Ah!

[Junior's eyes widen to see the improvement from the first shot to the second.]

I see...that makes sense. I hadn't considered the need for accurate gunpowder measurements. So, if too little gunpowder produces a weakened shot, there would be dangers with overloading the barrel as well, correct?

[It must be a risky practice, manually adjusting the amount...but a necessary one, to ensure proper usage of the weapons available to them.]

[diel]

Then… [ he decides carefully, but resolute: ] You should get used to it.

[ and immediately hwy startles him by asking about… him? he turns his head to try to look at hwy’s expression. awkwardly through the hug, the space between them too intimate and around them too public. ]

Me? [ yoru. yoru - he needs… ] I also didn’t want to be alone. I wanted someone around.

[ his voice gets quieter as he goes on. ]

To comfort me, and for me to comfort. To share things with.

To hear, “I’m back,” and get to say, “welcome home” back. That’s all.

[coldseep]

( western trait (sluttery)

He laughs, pleased. )

You need only call, and I'm sure to come coil about you before you finish saying my name.

( Literal coiling, if he can help it, )

[coldseep]

( hobbling back after trial...........

He listens with solemn thought, a sort of lonely settling in the air around him. To be a creature of idolatry and fear - to be loved under conditional (please, as long as you don't flood us; please, give us rain so our crops can grow) - is a little painful for someone like him, who loves freely and wants only to be loved in return.

He thumbs the sharp edges of the diamonds while lost in thought, as if some part of him hoped they really would cut - or maybe it's just a feature that captures his subconscious mind. )

... Do you resent humans, for being as they are?

( Gently, his hands fall from the halo to Vanis's hair, coming around to lightly press against his cheeks - as if to tell him he can lift his head up; as if to say, thank you for the indulgence, it's okay now. He hasn't had his fill (in the abstract sense) - but he'd be happier to look Vanis in the eye, he thinks. )

[coldseep]

( Sorry Yoru... he's like this... Yoru may need to remind him over and over again that certain private things should be private, but, until then, Hwylryn will persist in the moment he's overcome with an emotion - because he feels so much, it's hard not to act on it all then.

He listens quietly, and with intent. It helps him balance his heart, to peer into Yoru's, and slowly his breaths calm.

He squeezes Yoru tight, once he's done, his voice low enough that these things are said for only them. )

... Let me.

( An ambitious offer? But he can't help it. He will give as much of himself to anyone who will accept it. Because that is how he feels in the now, and he isn't keen to temper his heart. )

It might be a little too late. And it might not be enough. But let me give you at least a little bit of what you missed. I'd at least like you to have a nice memory to recall, when you think of those things.

[coldseep]

( She scarcely reaches out before Hwylryn is pulling her in for a tight hug, not suffocating but - sad, and so it's a little oppressive with the weight of it. He's sad for Clover, and the fear she's carrying; he wishes she didn't have to be so anxious and afraid about how might harm her next. He wishes he could declare with certainty that her fears are wrong, and dispel it.

But he can't. And so he's sad for the both of them, and it weighs him down, and shows in how his hug lingers for a long time - but it's not so tight that he won't let go if he feels her trying to get some air, or pull away. )

[antline]

Their lifespan...?

Why would anyone struggle with this? Short lifespans?