[let's say they're around the church? laudna is exploring, having collected a few extremely large rat bones outside, and now she's poking her head in here, talking to herself.]
Ooh. Speaking of the occult! Something happened here. Interesting.
[ Well. That's nice. He heard or saw some action happening around the church and was concerned so he's come to check in on what's going on here, only to find rat bones.
That's fine, probably? He looks tired and a little disoriented, like he hasn't really had good sleep. The sight of her still gives him pause in a way, stopping at the doorway to rub at his eye once. ]
...Ms. Laudna. [ Figures, she does love the creepy stuff. ] What are you doing in here?
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...Still nothing from you? How long are you going to give me the silent treatment? You're useless!
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Well. He may as well try. ]
Ms. Laudna. I hope I'm not interrupting something. If you're not too busy, I'd like a moment to talk to you...
We got one, too. But I'll have to ask for needle and thread.
[she's not hiding; she's still wearing her dress, which has a lace black pattern of tree branches on it. the tree branch pattern continues over her skin in ink, but sometimes words are visible in the ink. Right now, the phrase There's no point trying to distinguish between us is written out, a long cursive phrase.]
[we can have fun with affection week if we want...but also, let's check out the creepy location full of insanely powerful magical items we can only get if we do murders?]
laudna is out by the island, since that's where everyone was found. it's not as though they're likely to find new clues out here, but it feels strange to just not acknowledge it.]
[ Good morning. They can just be passing by somewhere, void unless you have a place in mind, when shadows can come eat them up. First, it's just darkness, but Laudna can hear two voices in the dark -- a younger boy and girl respectively, probably around their teens if you had to guess.
You didn't much want to talk about the kinds your parents partook in. For the usual reasons of course, but on top of that, the mere idea of talking such matters with Elise set your cheeks feeling a little warm. There were rules to talking to fine nobility, even as friendly as she was with you. You clear your throat and think of a different topic instead.
"Nothing interesting, really. B-but, they didn't practice this one, but as far as Sylvian rituals go, there's another one I know about. It's called the Marriage. It's called that because it's a marriage of the flesh. You and the other melt together and become bound as a singular being in one body. It's an older practice that's mostly died out in modern times because it's... well, it's a bit extreme, isn't it?"
A horrible thought, at least to you. An utter abomination of what love and intimacy should be. Elise had different ideas. She gasps, a teasingly scandalous tone to it.
"A Marriage! How morbid, but it's still romantic in a way, isn't it?"
She laughs beautifully, a dark strand trailing from where it was tucked behind her ear and now across her forehead. Though you found Her rituals revolting, you've never wanted to agree more if only for Elise.
"It's like a more occult take on 'till death do us part'. Or, do you think, that's where the saying came from to begin with? Either way, it's an eternal bond, is the gist of it, right? Being stitched together—ooh. The gods have much different definitions on things than we do."
The voices fade in away in lieu of colour and image, though what follows next is much less pleasant. ]
her eyes definitely bug out at this. absolutely she finds this completely morbidly fascinating, but she likes daan enough by this point that she doesn't immediately just jump into that mood. instead she's just watching him with a curious expression.]
...I see. The thing that you wanted to know, it's what became of her? Why she changed?
[ 'Wow, what a game it's been, eh Daan?' 'Laudna it's W2'. That's the vibe we're serving at the function today.
Anyway he collapsed post-execution but he didn't actually just like, full-on pass out. It was just whole-body paralysis from both an extraordinary amount of pain as well as the general weight of existential dread. ]
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[ The look he gives Laudna is fear, plain and simple. ]
[the way i started a different pc with this exact meme.
she was scarce at the very end of execution. but she'll approach him with her arms wrapped lightly around herself. a slight wince at the expression, but.]
[ He's still walking around with shoddy crutch in tow, just in case. He looks around at the place, into the forgotten wither nestled in the bark sleeping while the wood murmurs, and then back to her. ]
Feels dead here, but at least it isn't outright hostile. I'm just not much for the woods.
laudna's thought share is just manifesting right now as some little flowers around her head. she seems like she's in a good enough mood. though when one ride or another starts playing music and flashing lights, she startles a little.
...It's a fair, I believe... haven't been to one in ages. Heard there was one on the east end of Prehevil but haven't had the pleasure of looking at it, given I'd need to hitch a boat to get there.
[ We're here. We're somewhere. I'm not picky. He's just looking around, taking in old and familiar sights, or maybe even new ones, reaching out with his hand to it to test, only to find it phase through as usual. ]
[ Question do you want this to be during or after the Curse Hours because he will be significantly less social in one of them, but he will be rancid regardless. ]
[let's go to the favorite place of depressed men, the jazz bar. laudna is a bit banged up but not too badly; she's a d&d so it doesn't really bother her to be.]
[ The WHAT energy is so powerful coming from him. His canon is so serious. He didn't understand a single thing that happened today.
He spawned this jazz bar... it's the best... but Laudna doesn't really drink anyway right? ]
I think maybe we could've gone by without asking for a confrontation with the cult after all, but... hindsight is 20-20, and the results speak for themselves. If it convinces them to not try all this again any time soon, then that'll have been good enough.
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week 0; saturday
Ooh. Speaking of the occult! Something happened here. Interesting.
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That's fine, probably? He looks tired and a little disoriented, like he hasn't really had good sleep. The sight of her still gives him pause in a way, stopping at the doorway to rub at his eye once. ]
...Ms. Laudna. [ Figures, she does love the creepy stuff. ] What are you doing in here?
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Ms. Laudna. I hope I'm not interrupting something. If you're not too busy, I'd like a moment to talk to you...
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W0, monday
Hello, Ms. Laudna. While I've received the medkit in the mail, it does unfortunately look like it's lacking any needle and thread.
[ So you'll have to ask for one. He's got a blanket over his shoulders and held closed around his front. It's a chilly camp village okay. ]
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week 0; friday
anyway, laudna can be found in the midst of trying to pop a dislocated joint out of place on her arm.]
Hello. Did you know there's a dead body in the theater? How macabre.
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Daan looks unwell but what else is new. He looks a little disoriented, but looks down at her. ]
Mr. Aventurine... and... Death?
[ Or so the posters claim. ]
Are you hurt?
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W0, sunday
And by which Daan is just kind of flitting around the area, a mixture of stress-walking and checking up on people. ]
Ms. Laudna, are you alright?
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Hello, Daniël. [a little smile.] How kind of you to ask. I suspect we must begin to adapt to weekly occurrences, mustn't we?
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week 1; monday
...Oh my! This doesn't bode well, does it?
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[ He's standing in front of the Luigi Board, looking at it with a grim expression. ]
Their intent is glaringly clear. I only hope nobody is short-sighted enough to fall for it.
The last thing we need on top of possessed murder is a regular one.
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week 1; friday
laudna is out by the island, since that's where everyone was found. it's not as though they're likely to find new clues out here, but it feels strange to just not acknowledge it.]
...How many were tempted by prizes, I wonder.
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Even if we presume two possessed, as per the suggestions of the overseers... that's still one body too many.
And Pickles...
It'd be possible, wouldn't it? That someone thought it would be easier to kill a dog than a man.
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Hello, Daniël. How are you dealing with everything?
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"Nothing interesting, really. B-but, they didn't practice this one, but as far as Sylvian rituals go, there's another one I know about. It's called the Marriage. It's called that because it's a marriage of the flesh. You and the other melt together and become bound as a singular being in one body. It's an older practice that's mostly died out in modern times because it's... well, it's a bit extreme, isn't it?"
A horrible thought, at least to you. An utter abomination of what love and intimacy should be. Elise had different ideas. She gasps, a teasingly scandalous tone to it.
"A Marriage! How morbid, but it's still romantic in a way, isn't it?"
She laughs beautifully, a dark strand trailing from where it was tucked behind her ear and now across her forehead. Though you found Her rituals revolting, you've never wanted to agree more if only for Elise.
"It's like a more occult take on 'till death do us part'. Or, do you think, that's where the saying came from to begin with? Either way, it's an eternal bond, is the gist of it, right? Being stitched together—ooh. The gods have much different definitions on things than we do."
The voices fade in away in lieu of colour and image, though what follows next is much less pleasant. ]
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her eyes definitely bug out at this. absolutely she finds this completely morbidly fascinating, but she likes daan enough by this point that she doesn't immediately just jump into that mood. instead she's just watching him with a curious expression.]
...I see. The thing that you wanted to know, it's what became of her? Why she changed?
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Anyway he collapsed post-execution but he didn't actually just like, full-on pass out. It was just whole-body paralysis from both an extraordinary amount of pain as well as the general weight of existential dread. ]
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she was scarce at the very end of execution. but she'll approach him with her arms wrapped lightly around herself. a slight wince at the expression, but.]
Don't look at me like that. I don't like it.
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Hello! This new place is rather homey, isn't it?
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Feels dead here, but at least it isn't outright hostile. I'm just not much for the woods.
[ Looks at the. Red and gold blood, I guess. ]
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week 4; monday
laudna's thought share is just manifesting right now as some little flowers around her head. she seems like she's in a good enough mood. though when one ride or another starts playing music and flashing lights, she startles a little.
So noisy! Why!]
What is this place meant to be...?
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...It's a fair, I believe... haven't been to one in ages. Heard there was one on the east end of Prehevil but haven't had the pleasure of looking at it, given I'd need to hitch a boat to get there.
Never been, I presume.
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Hm... anyway, hello.
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[it's just so nice to see him again.]
Hello. Are you alright? Are you doing better? [he doesn't seem. completely insane? so that's cool.]
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week 7; monday
Daniël, would you mind showing me some of the places around here?
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...Oh. Did you have someplace in mind...?
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week 7; saturday
...It seems like we won. What do you think?
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He spawned this jazz bar... it's the best... but Laudna doesn't really drink anyway right? ]
I think maybe we could've gone by without asking for a confrontation with the cult after all, but... hindsight is 20-20, and the results speak for themselves. If it convinces them to not try all this again any time soon, then that'll have been good enough.
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