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WEEK 3
[It has begun. With the death of the Spinner and the execution of the Indulgent, they remaining Titled will be plagued once more by vivid dreams. And just as last week, they are awoken by the sounds of doors creaking open.
Just like last week. But no one had died last week. Right? No one had been subjected to that...thing.
And yet the strange, cold feeling of foreboding remains. And it is certainly most worrisome to those living in rooms 3, 4, 6, and 15. Those who pass by room 7 and 8 will feel that same, worrisome feeling of foreboding as well.
What will they wake up to find? Who knows, now. If dragons are real, anything is possible.
There are thirteen strangers in this place.]
SUNDAY
Their demeanor is thoughtful, but worried.]
CW: child soldiers, child death, survivor's guilt/suicide ideation, messed up stuff
[His dream doesn't quite pick up where his memory left off, but it's close. He can tell there's a time gap. Gaignun the cat is gone...and they're going for U-DO. It seemed so simple at first, just do what they'd been training for and they'd come home proud.
They were naive. They'd been told U-DO and their powers were waves, but they were really more like particles. Matter and antimatter. Yuriev had known that, and he'd sent them out to die, along with the entire rest of the planet. Maybe they should have. It would've been kinder...kinder than what had happened to the Standards, to Albedo. Why had he been the one to escape unharmed? He was the leader. He was the one who'd broke the link. If anyone should have suffered the full brunt of the consequences, it should have been him.
Fortunately for those in the rooms next to his, the stone walls block most sound. They don't have to hear the shouting, swearing and throwing of objects that comes after he wakes up, or the choked sobs that follow. They might, however, notice that he's a bit later than usual in leaving his room in search of food...]
[Kitchen]
[Even when he finally does head for the kitchen, he doesn't seem focused on food. Instead he's drawn his daggers and is viciously going to town on the biggest carcass he can reach, huffing angry swears through the exertion. He doesn't even seem to care that he's getting blood all over himself.]
That bastard...who the hell does he think he is...just because he made us...we're not his damn pawns!
[Conservatex]
[Once he's calmed down from his violent rage, Rubedo ends up at he place that's made him feel most comfortable. He notices the Intercessor, but doesn't greet them like usual. Instead, he finds himself sitting at the base of the large tree, legs pulled up against his chest and face buried in his knees. He's silent, but it's evident he's seen better days. Maybe a bit too evident, since his clothes are still heavily stained with blood from the poor animal carcass he vented his anger on earlier.]
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[Her fur was on end again.
The dream wasn't all surprising, probably because it had happened. Like the fight and her seal being removed. It was almost uncanny, the timing. The smell of rotting flesh from the creature so much larger than her. No wonder people were getting ill from it being here. It's why they'd been sent to destroy the thing.
None of them expected the dragon that had been left dead and rotting from weeks to attack. It didn't have scales to protect it anymore, but nothing seemed to hurt it.
Then she saw a few feathers fall. And the scaled legs poking out from the dragons fangs.
When she wakes, her ears are still flat, and she buries into the hay covering the stone. Anything there?]
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investigation... and shit
[That dream... well, it wasn't bad, that's for sure. It only really confirmed what McBurn told her earlier last week, and as crappy as yesterday was because of the trial and execution, she can't help but feel a sense of relief at what she remembered.
He'd found them again.
Fie's ready to get breakfast when she gets an ominous feeling
that threatens to engulf herupon exiting her room. #7... was one of the locked rooms, right? Is it still locked?]Library
[It's probably odd enough to see Fie anywhere near the library let alone sticking her head in some books. As a matter of fact, she actually has a large number of tomes stacked near her and if one was curious enough they would notice that they're all about botany.
Of course, there's probably something else that may distract from reading the book titles - namely, that Fie is very shamelessly putting blade to page and crudely cutting out some pictures. How many has she gone through already, anyways?]
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[ This time, the dream took a completely different direction, and nowhere are the people who had come to 'save' him. His dad is with him and he's in a dark room, speaking with him of a time he doesn't remember? The hunter exam?! He'd been there to take it but hadn't gotten the chance to do so, but the words from his own mouth spoke of these amusing times where he watched this boy 'Gon' and traveled with him and those other two people.
It... sounded fun. Like he was friends with them. Honestly friends with them... and it made sense to why they'd come to see him then if that was the case.
Why these people would come to see him... and one thing stood out among the dream that he couldn't displace. 'Do you want to see your friends?' and a promise to not ever betray them. They were very significant words, only spoken as he made this promise to his dad, but beyond that was when he suddenly woke with his senses on edge and a cold sense of dread and foreboding that clutched at his heart.
Sitting up upright sharply in his bed, he's quick to take a look around his room, to see if anything is at all amiss or what was causing this feeling. ]
[ Conservatex ]
[ With everything that'd happened with him already so far, and the added dream had left a lot on his mind and he was feeling all worked up. So this meant taking a dagger into the conservatex, initially sitting against the base of the tree and tossing a dagger up into the air and catching it with ease for a few moments before abruptly digging it into the ground with a mildly frustrated groan. ]
Ugh... so bored...
[ Then there's the whole issue of just feeling really gross and it just bothers him because usually he can fix it but can't. So at one point, he just walks over to the little waterfall and sticks his head under the water without any hesitation.
Even bringing his hands up and meticulously running them through his hair. So he's not liable to hear it if anyone comes up behind him right now. ]
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Cw: mentions of witnessed suicide also burn injuries
He dreams of Lothlann, of the breaking of the Seige (it is an old dream). He dreams of screams and dragonfire and Glaurung laughing. He dreams of air so hot that breathing hurts, that his armor is burning against his skin. His horse throws him, his faithful grey mare who has borne him for so long, unable to stand in the face of this terror. He dreams of his people dying.
Nelyo, Nelyo, forgive me, we could not hold the Gap!
The flames are so hot, so hot, but no, they are cold, merciless and pure. He holds Light in his hands and it is so beautiful it is everything they fought for, sacrificed for and it burns.
Nelyo it burns, brother what are we to do?
In that cold light Maedhros is beautiful, but his eyes are so, so empty, and there is nothing in them but fire.
No. Nelyo no, please!
Maedhros looks at him, but he doesn't seem to see him, looking down at the flame that is consuming him, that he cannot release, and then he turns and begins to walk.
Nelyo, please! Where are you going? Don't leave me!
Maedhros walks and Maglor follows, but it burns, it burns, and there is fire ahead of them, a crack in the earth, and Maedhros turns and when he smiles at him it is Maitimo, young and free, and then he simply....steps back. And falls.
Goodbye
"NELYO!"
Maglor wakes reaching for the brother long gone, weeping.
Conservatrex
The minute he sees the Intercessor he makes a beeline for him, grey eyes flashing and face set. There is nothing of the gentle bard in him now.
"A dragon." He hisses, furiously cold. "Your masters would send these children against a dragon!"
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[The dream this time is... a good one. But it feels kind of sad even so, being able to see all of her friends... happy... unharmed... But that's not entirely true anymore. She's lost one of them. It still feels surreal. Just last week he'd come running after that terrible nightmare of a memory. This one doesn't make the last make any more sense either. It seems like she'll have to survive a little longer if she wants to figure it out. But she's out once she gets up.
And eventually she even goes down to the kitchen to eat something. she looks a little better but she's still quiet. But she's trying her best to do what Yusuke would have wanted her to.]
Workshop
[...Futaba has built computers, but this is totally different. Still... there's all kinds of shiny materials-- jems and metals... but if she wants to make anything, she's first going to have to do some reading.]
So you use this and then... like... that?
[She's looking at the information and then over at the forge and then back to the information.]
...this looks pretty hard. Still, it would be pretty cool to have something custom-made.
[Not like she knows what but.]
Boilery
[Pipes, pipes and more pipes... what a weird room. She wanted to investigate to keep her mind from wandering too much but... there's not really much in here, is there? Still. You might find her looking around, trying to figure out where all the pipes go or if there's anything weird in here.]
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CW: Destruction and death due to fire
[Well, that was definitely one not so fun nightmare, even with the worst of it being something he never will be capable of remembering. Still, what little he can remember of it was horrific enough. He can see the whole town reduced to ashes, the charred remains of what were people and on his hands he can see markings that look like fire and his hair changed colors.
While he didn't know what happened, he just knew it was all his fault. He was some horrible monster that destroyed everything and he cannot even remember how this happened or why it happened, much less how to never do it again. How could he understand? He was just a child who barely could even understand death, much less something horrific on this scale.
Yeah, so not a good nightmare to have after that trial and the feeling he's getting upon waking up also sucks. First thing he's going to do is turn on a light and check his traps to see if anything was set off.]
[Anywhere else]
[McBurn is just in a foul mood between the recent trial and the execution of someone who actually didn't think he was a horrific monster. Seriously, people like that were damn rare and didn't deserve to die. He'll explore the new locations and can be found about anywhere else besides the library and study room at some point. He just seems to be even more uncaring than usual, like he's actually making a conscious effort to just avoid anyone and everyone and just keep to himself.]
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MONDAY
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[In the morning, Fie's decked out in a school uniform and messing with what appears to be an ice cream maker. She clearly has no idea what in fresh hell this device does and is honestly just fiddling with the buttons and settings and shit?? There's also a stack of books beside her.
Oh yeah. She's also wearing the phoenix headdress. That's a thing too.]
Hallways
[After her busy(?) morning, Fie seems to be squinting really hard at the mural that Yusuke painted and she seems to have brought along a couple of botany books with her as well (possibly from the batch she messed up yesterday). If you pass by, she'll point at a flower and--]
Do you know what this one is?
[Because she sure as hell doesn't know.]
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Some investigation
[Even with the clothier, she's going to wash her clothes. It might be easier just to pick new ones. But she likes the ones from back home.
So early in the morning she be found washing her clothes in the part of the creek where the water is running least. It's only rinsing them in the cool water and bundling them up so she can dry them in her room, but it's something right?]
Workshop
[New rooms mean new thing that definitely won't be used to kill anyone.
Which is why she's in here. Is there a complete set of blacksmith tools, including the hammer? And whats the sizes of the gems and ingots? Maybe she could learn to make jewelry like Lord Naofumi, then she could help more with earning money.]
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Kitchen... (underage drinking ahead)
Do you know who's laying sideways across the stone seats now, definitely not sober anymore? This girl.
If she has to go through this, she isn't holding back anymore. And you know what? This is nice. This is great. Sojiro would be so pissed and that's kind of funny right now. She can kind of imagine his face... It always kind of looks a little sour but his face always gets extra tense when she's really in trouble.]
It's fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine~
[Wow her voice is loud. For some reason that's hilarious right now.
...and she honestly didn't drink that much. But she's small so it didn't take much.]
I'm. I'm totally fine! I don't need Sojiro. Or mom... or Akira... or anyone. I can totally do this aaaaall by myself.
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[So he got a couple more coins and some stuff from that cloaked weirdo and one of them is rather creepy looking. So what does McBurn decide to do?
Post it up in the cafeteria to creep everyone out.
So there is now a creepy photo that has eyes that follow people on the wall now, hanging by some thread. Enjoy that. Or one could catch him in the act of putting it up there.]
[Armory]
[He also picked up a couple of weapons from the cloaked guy and since he has no clue who they belong to, he figures it's best to just go ahead and drop them off in the armory and hope the owners find them. He's dropping off a steel sword and a bat. The owners are welcome to pick them up or even catch him as he drops them off.]
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so who wants a sword Workshop
But what if whisper the Ambarussa, What if and the memory of his uncle smiles as he rides out to his own death
It's not as if there's no precendent in his family, after all.
So.
Maglor is in the forge, and even with his scarred hands, it's perfectly clear that he knows what he's doing. He's forging a sword. Specifically, he's forging a sword that might kill a dragon. Anyone one else want a weapon while he's at it? ]
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TUESDAY
MOTIVE: When Time Itself Begins to Bend
[There is a sensation of chill again, accompanied by the sound of skittering feet all through the Depths.
Whoever was making the noise is gone before anyone can actually see them. But once more, the source of the chill seems to come from the barracks. This time, however, there are no boxes, no magical fruits, nothing accompanying the note simply and almost haphazardly thrown on the ground in front of the Titled's doors.
There's nothing wrong with having an urge to hit the person who wrote the note if they develop it. The Titled can share that urge with another - the Intercessor's angry shouts can be heard coming from the Conservatex soon after.
Its obvious this is not good. Not at all.]
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Zero Time Dilemma spoilers
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barracks & hallway + conservatex (Intercessor she's coming for you)
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hello Intercessor guess who else wants to talk to you. At least he's not mad at YOU
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EMERGENCY MEETING
I've been wondering about it since we found out someone tampered with the evidence Friday, but I think this letter proves it: whoever's behind all this bullshit wants all of us dead. They say us killing each other is doing the right thing, like they think we deserve to die. I don't know why they didn't just feed all of us to that dragon if that's what they're after, but I'll bet they tried to frame one of us so we'd vote wrong and they could execute us under their own rules. It makes me wonder if they even plan on letting anyone go, Order 7 or no.
Now more than ever, we have to stick together. Either because we don't want to lose anyone else, or just for the sake of showing those bastards in charge that they can't control us. That note...it's scary, but there has to be a way to stop it without two more people dying. There has to be a way out of here without anyone dying, and I promised Yusuke I'd find it and get everyone out of here. But...even though I was trained as a leader, I can't do either of those things alone. We need to work together. So, if anyone's found anything we can use against either this virus or the Intercessor's bosses, we should let each other know.
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WEDNESDAY
SHIT, LET'S BE HOGWARTS (potions lab)
Still, if he's forced to accept that magic is real in this place, there's a dim hope that there will be something in here that can help him.
What can he make?]
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HERE COMES NEVILLE
but is Eric a Ron or a Draco
He is the terrifying fusion known as Dronco
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can Maglor be McGonagall
you bet
\o/ he refuses on principle to be Snape. Snape doesn't take care of his hair!!!
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Experimenting and checking up
[Yesterday's meeting was informative, in more ways than he expected. So, out of curiosity, Rubedo has gotten his own blank journal from the Intercessor and sat down to write in it in the same language most of the books here are in. On the front, he's written his name, number, and Title. Anyone looking over his shoulder will see that he's using it as a journal:
'A couple people found journals from what looks like another group going through the same things as us. It looks like stuff from this prison is showing up in theirs and vice versa. I'm not really sure how it works, but I'm sure we'll find out eventually.
We've lost two people so far, thanks to these dumb Titles. A lot of us still don't know what ours mean, so it's making me a little nervous. I can only hope nobody here has some kind of power that kills people with a touch or something.
There's also that virus to worry about. There's some people here that might be strongly affected by it, and the 'option' they're giving us for a cure isn't something we can accept. They're obviously hoping we'll all die of it, or else we'll refuse to vote for the right culprit. Hell, they might even wait for one person to die, and then claim she's the culprit. They seem to want us dead badly enough to do that. They're just like him. Bastards.'
After he's done writing that, he sits down with one of the books he got from Fie earlier: Mary Shelley's Frankenstein. Pester him at risk of nerdery.]
[Pretty Much Everywhere]
[After that, he starts making rounds of the Depths, trying to track down everyone he can. His movements are subtly off, an astute eye might realize that his reaction times are slowed. He's trying to play it off, but there's only so much he can do to hide it.]
Are you doing alright still?
check up!
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checkup!
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HEY INTERCESSOR
Anyone home? Got something for you to try...
[Is he just too chicken to try his own potions to see if they work.]
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Workshop/Conservatrex
Anyone who wants weapons or is curious about them can find him here, working on them, his voice lilting to the tune of the forge.
Conservatrex
He's wondering what the symptoms will be, but so far nothing. He's by the waterfall, or the tree, mostly. And he'll sing for anyone who asks, or talk, or simply be.
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THURSDAY
Armory; slight gore mention, ZTD spoilers
He still doesn't remember it, only heard of an arrow like this digging sickeningly through his chest. Even so, just what is there waiting for him? The happy future he'd always imagined feels like it's been ripped away, an aching hole that's supposed to be his heart. It seems so empty now, so full of darkness, and fear too.
For now, though, he carefully puts the sharp object back, and goes to the door, and... doesn't leave. It's been a few days, after all. Maybe someone should "guard" all this stuff.]
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Your Best Friend
[Early in the morning, the smell of bread fills the air. Not very well-baked bread, either.
Papyrus is cooking the ungodly amounts of wheat that he'd pulled for Eric, because that's how you make bread, right? With wheat? Right! It's what it says in the break cookbook he's got! Pound things like Undyne, mix in some beer and honey, then cook!
His attempts are coming out awful and some are burnt, some are still yeasty and some are just a pile of not-well-ground wheat, but try telling him that. Also probably try telling him to taste his food before declaring it finished?]
OK! NEXT LOAF!! NYEH-HEH-HEH!!
[All Around]
[Ok. He can do this. He can help those who are sick, somehow. He's not sick so...it stands to reason, right?
And he's pretty sure he has the perfect conversation starter. He's found a book in the library. A pro-monster book, in fact! Maybe talking about it will help people feel a little better?
So he'll be knocking on doors, or if you're out and about, carefully approaching you. He's going to make sure he starts this serious book conversation correctly!]
HEY!
DO YOU LIKE BOOKS?
[Nailed it]Dinning room
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CW for attempted suicide, survivor's guilt and self harm in prompt 2
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HEY FUTABA