FINAL WEEK

[strangerpeople]

FINAL WEEK

[Soon after, many of the figures lay dead. They bodies are splayed all over the stage. The female, however, seems to be gone.

Where did she go? What is she planning? It's unknown. But, soon after the Titled leave the Debate Hall, they are struck with a vivid vision. It is quick, but strong. Another dream, and this time, it is a waking dream.

Another memory. The Depths haven't been cleaned, either. The halls are silent, and no new doors seem to have opened. Yet deep down, you know. The end is near.

Its time to get ready. So, get ready, Titled.

There are seven strangers left.]

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MONDAY

[strangerpeople]

Mee...ting? Afterparty? IDEK

[carries_war]

[Debate Hall]

[Once the last of the enemy is either dead or fled, Jr. reappears, sitting on one of the desks with his legs dangling off the side and his crossbow across his lap. He looks quite pleased with the situation as he twirls a dagger in one hand.]

I think they got our message. Everyone alright? I've still got more healing potions on me if anyone's hurt and didn't bring theirs. I don't expect them to be back in a hurry, but better safe than sorry. And as for you three...

[He hops down from the desk and approaches the nearest of the three newcomers.]

Thanks. I'm not sure I could've gotten to Killua or Futaba in time to save them, so we owe you big time.

[Second Floor Hallway]

[As soon as Jr. steps outside the debate hall, his pleased demeanor vanishes. He stands stock still, then goes pale as a sheet and stumbles back until he's leaning against the doorframe.]

N-no...it can't...that can't be...

[thiscomicsucks]

Of course. Though...I'm still wondering exactly how the hell we got here.

[He frowns.]

Also, where the rest of our group is. We were fighting the dragon and then...boom.

Hallway

[defriendestration]

.....RU--ER, JR.?

YOU OK?.....

debate hall

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor bounds over to push Junior down and lick him thoroughly.

safe ]

[poorlovefool]

memory;

[When the hall grows silent, Eric seems worried about the woman's absence - takes some of Fie's dirt to fling around the room just in case, but when it reveals nothing, he simply curses and heads outside, looking like he's full of dread.

His steps slow to a halt as the image plays out in his head - his hand, with the ring, touching thick glass. It's the first memory he's had where he was actually wearing it, and on the other side, another hand reaches to touch his, the silver band on her finger identical. It's Mira's hand. (In the doorway, Eric is wide eyed, and sparkles come out without thinking.)

What happens after that is a blur, and he's confused even in his memories, but... knowing for sure where this wedding ring came from, it overwhelms him to fall on his knees. He cradles that hand in his other, bringing it to his face so it looks almost like he's curling up in a ball. Tears stream down his face.]

Oh god... Mira...

[He can't handle these overwhelming emotions, this strong love mixing with his utter terror.]


later;

[There's a lot of bodies in that chamber, and in his hands, Eric still has a knife. He's crouching down before one of them, holding it in his hands.

Gritting his teeth, he plunges it into the corpse's chest. Carving. He doesn't seem to be fully in his right mind.]

Debate Hall

[defriendestration]

...ERIC? WHAT ARE YOU DOING??

later

[bythewaves]

[ A low whine and the wolf comes over, snaring Eric's sleeve and pulling.

What's wrong ]

cuttin out some hearts aw yeah

[zephyranthe]

[Eric. Eric what are you doing.]

That's pretty gross.

Later

[carries_war]

[Once the immediate aftermath of the fight is over and the fallout of memories (he still hasn't gotten Albedo's mocking laughter out of his head) is dealt with, Jr. heads back to the debate hall...only to find Eric there, already carving up the corpses. Uh.]

What the hell are you doing up here?

[bythewaves]

[ Yonya. He'd called Killua. Named him, claimed him. My son.

Fool. Maedhros' ghost remonstrates gently. You should know better

But he remembers them now, his two fosterlings who grew up so well despite everything.

It was worth it Nelyo

The wolf drowses in the sun, and watches his pack ]

[thiscomicsucks]

...

[This guy watches the wolf a bit warily.]

Uh. Hey. Uh. Good dog?

[zephyranthe]

[She sees Maglor just relaxing like that and... man. She really wants to take a nap against him but ew the rules and she doesn't feel like waking up to an ambush of invisible guys trying to kill them (again). So she'll just sit and lean against his body, giving him a headpat while she's there.]

I'm glad it worked out.

[lightnen]

[ Debate Hall ]

[ Once the commotion dies down and it seems completely quiet, that's about when Killua realized that he was still missing a shoe that he'd tossed at Junior and he hadn't been bothered by it much until now when things had finally settled down. His once partially white sock was now colored red in places with blood that he'd stepped in, so it clearly didn't bother him in that aspect but now he kind of wanted his shoe back and among all the bodies and blood in here, it made finding his shoe a bit hard to do.

So he can be seen nudging over dead bodies and wandering around trying to find one shoe among the rather massive mess. All while not seeming at all bothered by the act. ]

Come oooon. Where's the stupid thing? It's still here, I know it.



[ 2nd Floor Hallway ]

[ No sooner had he even taken more than two steps out of the hall did he stop short, his eyes going wide even as the very words from the memory that flashed through his head. 'I’m really glad we met, no, i’m glad i got to know you.' and there was Gon smiling at him in such a happy way; like a bright light erasing the darkness in his heart.

A pause lingered and his own response resonated through his very being, causing him to sink back against the nearest wall and a hand covering his mouth.

'no, Gon, i’m the one who’s glad to have gotten to know you.'

This told him more than anything how much the other boy meant to him, a painful ache burning in his chest along with a familiarity he couldn't shake. Gon was important to him and he was... his closest friend, his... most important person and he wasn't here. ]

N-No... I can't... why...?


[ Conservatex ]

[ Later on in the day, people can find him not wearing his usual outfit. Infact he's wearing clothes that's aren't his own. Well part of it, anyway. He's donned the white shirt and tanktop, along with the shorts. They fit him somewhat decently for the most part, but the reasoning behind why this is, goes with that he's kneeling by the waterfall and trying to scrub some of the dirt out of his normal clothes.

The rest of the clothes are sitting folded nearby, even including the boots. Yet what's interesting is the second, very distinctive outfit with a white fox mask sitting on top of it.

He seems to be lost in his own world as he's dealing with his clothes.. but company wouldn't be unappreciated. ]

Hallway

[carries_war]

[In the wake of his own memory, it's taken Jr. a while to calm down enough to move from his spot pressed up against the door frame. He's still distinctly pale and unsteady when he tries to leave, only to hear Killua's voice behind him. He quickly turns around (white hair...it reminds him too much of Albedo and his heart skips a beat) with a shaken look of concern.]

K-Killua? Wh-what's wrong?

hallway damnit self

[bythewaves]

[ He's still a wolf - it's easier as the wolf. Less worry.

But his pup is hurting and lonely.

A soft whuff and the wolf comes over to wind around him and lick him fondly ]

[zephyranthe]

[Something something a pun about Killua looking for a sole shoe in a mess of corpses. But honestly, Fie is literally here to loot corpses so she can't really criticize.]

What're you looking for?

[She says, while digging into a dead guy's clothes.]

TUESDAY

[strangerpeople]

Open

[carnageandclass]

[Camilla was never one to sit still, moreso since arriving in the Depths. She, Linkara, and Santa might be in another game but she's not staying idle. In fact, she's in a couple places of note: one may see her in the clothier checking out the fabrics but for the reason, you may want to ask her yourself. Another stop she's at today is the armoury inspecting some of the axes inside. And by inspecting, we mean how much wood can be spilt by her testing them. Duck!

And it's quite possible for you to catch her on patrol during the night. They are not out of the woods yet and she's not letting down her guard.]

[carries_war]

[Barracks Hallway]

[Jr.'s been curious for a while about that mysterious sixteenth door, at the end of the hallway. There didn't seem to be any way in, however, so he's mostly ignored it...until now. With any concerns about breaking the rules now gone, he's set himself up outside the door, backed up against the room opposite it. Then, with a deep breath, he shoves a handful of dried meat of...dubious origin into his mouth and charges, shoulder first. Let's see just how tough that lock is, huh?]

[Conservatex] CW: alcohol use

[Regardless of the success or failure of his attempt at breaking into mysterious room 16, late afternoon finds Jr. out in the closest thing they have to outdoors...with several bottles of liquor. He's laying sprawled in the grass, a bottle of something strong in one hand, and muttering to himself.]

Damn Albedo...damn U-TIC...gonna kick all your asses when I get outta here...se'f I won't...an' then, then you'll regret messing with MOMO and the Foundation. Damn bastards...

Conservatex

[lightnen]

[ Taking everything into consideration, the grassy, open area of the Conservatex had become a go-to for him lately and so it shouldn't have been all that surprising to see Junior there. He walked closer, about to call out when he caught sight of the bottles of alcohol and the one in the red-head's hands.

Was he..?

Listening to the stuff Junior was muttering about kinda clued him into what was happening and he exhaled a sigh. Yeah. Totally drunk. Considering everything, it wasn't like he could blame him but still. ]

Really had to crack out the liquor to deal with things, huh?

[ Going to nudge at a bottle with his foot as he says this, hands still calmly in the pockets of his shorts. ]

Conservatex

[bythewaves]

[ You have had quite enough, young man, the wolf is going to take that bottle away now ]

WEDNESDAY

[strangerpeople]

Study\Library

[lightnen]

[ He'd been debating it for quite some time but decided finally that he had to go see Alexis; the Dragonborn regarding a certain thing he'd uncovered during the investigation. So it's today that he's found himself at the Intercessor's door, knocking a couple of times. ]

Uh... hey. It's me. Killua... er... Dealmaker. Do you have a minute?

The Oath Awakens

[bythewaves]

[ The wolf is minding his own business when he begins to get restless.

It's an ache, a hunger, a draw, a need.

(It's been so long he almost doesn't recognise it at all)

Abruptly Maglor shudders back to himself, the wolf's howl modulating into a keen of despair.

No, not now

Fingers dig into the ground as he fights to wrestle the Oath back to slumber.

No, Eru, please... I threw it away!

But he can't deny the pull.

The Oath is awake Maedhros says grimly in his ear. There's a Silmaril here.

Slowly he gets to his feet and wipes the tears from his eyes. Anyone who sees him will notice a strange feral light in his eyes, a paleness to his face - as if he's hunting for something. ]