week 4

[airlockedmods]

[Just like the previous week the status quo is restored with frighteningly quick efficiency. PAL still makes the morning and night time announcements through the PIP on each Champion's arm, and still the Champion unitards are freshly laundered and re-hung each morning in their closets. Even the glass roses Choromatsu and Takumi broke after the trial in their fit of anger have been replaced with fresh ones. All signs that there was anything amiss this weekend are completely gone.

There's a new floor to explore, their "reward" for a job well done.]

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[ooc: Don't forget to to turn in your AC for week 3, submit your memory regains and put in your threads for the Benefactors!]

Comments

[misanthropicprinciple]

Who did kill his nephew? Was it him? Was he trying to pin it on you for... some kind of power grab?

[Junpei, why--right. Detective.]

[desperateprayer]

...I don't know, but... I do make a good scapegoat.

[ JUNPEI WHAT POWER HER VILLAGE HATED HER ]

[misanthropicprinciple]

...Right. Sorry. Work habit. ...I'm not at my best today.

[desperateprayer]

What's wrong?

[ She can listen! She's actually good at that. ]

[misanthropicprinciple]

...I've worked really hard for the last year... to find someone. And just when it looked like maybe I'd finally tracked them down, they--they reset my progress right back to zero.

[Haha. Back to zero. He's hilarious, and if he grips the ring any tighter in his palm, he's going to hurt himself.]

[desperateprayer]

...I'm sorry.

[ ...Do you need a hug, Junpei? ]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Probably he does, but is he going to damage his emo cred by inviting one? Nuh-uh.]

...I'll find them again.

[desperateprayer]

...I'm sure you will. I'll... I'll be praying that you do.

[ And that there's no horrible memories telling of how this person died horrible. ]

[misanthropicprinciple]

Welllll, I don't know if you should be doing that. I'm pretty mad at them, you know.

[desperateprayer]

...Please don't hurt them.

[ What does it say that she thinks you'd hurt someone. ]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[That she is a reasonably good judge of character?]

She stabbed me in the leg, Clarith. I'm entitled to a little pettiness.

[desperateprayer]

Pettiness isn't the same as hurting someone.

[ Clarith is disappointed in your, Junpei. ]

[misanthropicprinciple]

Can I at least try to hurt her feelings?

[desperateprayer]

...Fine. But no knives, please?

[misanthropicprinciple]

Fine. I'm not a knife guy, anyway.

[desperateprayer]

...More seriously, do you need to talk about it?

[misanthropicprinciple]

Need? Probably. Want? No.

[Mm. Yes. Small rock for his foot to play with. Excellent.]

[desperateprayer]

...

[ She is going to sit and wait. She's here, Junpei. ]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[It takes him a moment to realize she's waiting.]

I'm not going to talk about it.

[Tsun tsun, activate.]

[desperateprayer]

Junpei.

[ She is a fountain of patience with a smile. ]

[misanthropicprinciple]

...It was... bad. On multiple levels. That's all that's really relevant here.

[desperateprayer]

...

[ Here. She's going to come up and... Give you a hug. You seem to need it. Bad. ]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[The hug surprises him in more ways than one.]

C-Clarith...?

[He's been careful around her, aware of all those horrible things in her life.]

[desperateprayer]

[ She's gotten better. And you're someone she trusts. ]

...You looked like... You needed on.

[misanthropicprinciple]

...Heh. [It's not really a laugh, but he does finally return the hug.] It's that obvious, huh...? Maybe I should've stayed in my room today.