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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later

[bythewaves]

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

What's wrong ]

[poorlovefool]

[Kind of hard to dig in this body with a wolf pulling at his arm. He doesn't really understand what he's saying though, so he just tries to pull his arm away.]

G-Get off. [Continuing at a mutter,] I have to do something about this...

[bythewaves]

[ The wolf huffs, and then determinedly plops himself right in Eric's path and glares.

Not until you explain ]

[poorlovefool]

...

[Fine, but his expression becomes weathered as he explains.]

Listen, Maglor. That potion you... you got dosed with was made with a human heart. It's not the only one like that. Do you get it now?

[bythewaves]

[ A low whine, ears flattening, and then Maglor creeps forward to lick Eric's cheek sadly ]

[poorlovefool]

[He stays still when that happens. Eric's hand tightens around the knife, sweating coldly, and he doesn't look at him.]

...Well, if that means you do ... then just lemme do it. I don't deserve your sympathy anyway.

[bythewaves]

[ The wolf rears back and growls at him, smacking him across the head with a paw.

Don't be stupid ]