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]

[ Sound like a wimp? His voice might, but the determination, not so much. ]

You would stop at nothing.

[ Blade boldly assumes. Is he wrong in that?

As for the second question, he turns it all around in his head. He remembers how he lashed out at the Witch - how easy he slipped from his grasp. How far away his strange capabilities are - how the Shard Sword is no way near in his possession. ]

I've seen them. [ ... ] What makes you anyone can stop him?

[diel]

[ he turns the question around on blade because well, why rule it out? ]

What makes you think we can't stop him? Where's the... the proof that we're helpless?

[ he was that once. he won't be that again. ]

I've learned that... nothing is inevitable. Not even death.

[baebladie]

[ Blade is not an optimist. He isn't even a realist.

Believing in things happening for the better doesn't exist for him. It won't ever. Or so he thinks, anyway. He offered threats, but couldn't make good on them. ]

Isn't it clear that we're at his mercy? At any time he could have had our throats slit; our bodies smashed, and our lives snuffed out.

But, we breathe. To live at his whims, to dance to his tune.

[ There's a pause. ]

Death is inevitable for all things. An eternity doesn't exist even for an Aeon.

cw: implied child abuse

[diel]

[ he doesn't know the term aeon. there's a lot he doesn't know. he grew up sheltered in the worst way, and he's hardly grown past it. ]

You know, I've lived that life before - with someone who had that much power over me. Years and years.

[ and in the end... ]

[baebladie]

[ Blade is so used to people knowing the term it doesn't cross his mind someone wouldn't; different worlds doesn't mean no one's heard of Aeons, after all.

(Actually, this is the case, but it is what it is.) ]

...And you escaped.

[ Is the conclusion Blade supplies - but there is a small question in the statement, as he stares intently for confirmation. Did he really escape that person in the end...? ]

cw: patricide

[diel]

... I killed him...

[ at least, he thinks he did. he knows he did. thinks. knows. he saw the body. ]

So... [ his voice is barely a whisper. ] Not... impossible. After all.

[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.

[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. ]

[baebladie]

I don't.

[ His words are straightforward still. Blade doesn't beat around the bush.

He then briefly fixes his gaze above to the false sky that hangs above them, in the garden of lies that seem to obscure more than what any single one of them can possibly fathom. A silent night that speaks to a depth of uncertainties waiting to bloom in stars crafted from illusions. ]

I don't have the will.

[ Then, after that, Blade moves forward, more like a phantasm than a person, passing by Yoru. But, something stops, the reflection of that determination familiar, like something trying to sprout in the unknown. And then, a potential ripple in the still pool. ]

...I can't even see that possibility. But, if you achieve the impossible, what will you say this time, if you live to see it?

[ Yet, Blade doesn't want to hear an answer on the question now, and will instead move to depart. ]