FINAL WEEK

[strangerpeople]

FINAL WEEK

[Well. What else can be said? The Little Courtesy is over. You have all survived. You are now going to your final destination-with invitations to boot. And Charlotte will be getting that private audience, as promised.

But it's not over. Everyone knows it. Confrontation is inevitable. The question is what, exactly, will happen when that confrontation happens-or if anyone will in fact be able to go with Charlotte when it happens. But you've gone this far. There's no turning back. There has to be a way.

Nothing has been certain, or simple. Whatever happens will be no different from the horrors of the Little Courtesy. Perhaps the saying might still hold. Will all be well? Will it?

It must. God help everyone if it isn't.

Seven is the Number, but there are nine strangers left in this place.]

Comments

[otherworldlyking]

[ He'll give a lazy smirk at that, seeming to find something about that amusing—or rather a few of those things. ]

Yeah...as things as they are now, I haven't had much reason to think otherwise. [ ... ] So, it shouldn't be something impossible for us—seeing this through to the end, that is.

[ It'd take a lot more to deter him.

Hell, it's probably impossible for someone like him to truly be deterred from meeting a challenge head on. ]

[higanbana]

Even if things should change, were either of us to reach our full potential once again, I see no reason for either of us to turn against one another. Short of sparring for amusement's sake, but putting magic up against physical strength seems a little unfair.

[She offers what of a smile she can.]

We will see this through to the end, whatever that end may be. We have no other option.