Week 5

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[As with the weeks before, life in the Fantasy Sweet returns to something resembling normalcy with shocking efficiency. The second floor rest area and Adventure Zone Death Orb Room are spotless again, the demon glitter has been vacuumed, the deflated orbs have been replaced. It's like none of it ever happened, like three more friends aren't dead and stored away in the guest house morgue.

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 activity for week 4, submit your memory regains and put in your threads for the Benefactors!]

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[goteachother]

You lived... through all of that and you still...

[She is in awe. We don't deserve you Clarith.]

Forgave her?

CW: Abuse

[desperateprayer]

...I have been the victim of hatred all of my life. Rocks thrown at me, threatened with crucifixion and being burned alive, taken advantage of, framed for murder... ...If I do not believe that people can change for the better... If I do not give them the chance that Mikaela gave me, someone branded a demon's child for existing... If I do not believe that they can get better... What does that say about me?

[ All she's known is hatred and scorn. ]

Twenty-one years of pain and hatred and anger. ...I can't live like that, Queenie. To give in to that... I don't think I could live with myself. To become so hateful as the people who cased these.

[ She'll roll up a sleeve and show off the scars she has. ]

Does that... Make sense?

[goteachother]

[She nods, quiet for a long moment. She can understand that, moving past the pain, above it all. She doesn't know if she could do it but she understands the logic.]

Clarith... gosh I don't think I've ever met anyone as strong as you.

I wish I could be- [She shakes her head, looks back at Ardyn, moves closer to Clarith so that they're less likely to be actively overheard.]

I could... make it different. If I can ever get my wand, some basic potions ingredients. I might be able to... help. [And maybe that's what all of these friendship speeches were more about. Less "accept you for you" and more "help you be the better person". It's hard to wrap her head around, not when what he's talking about is so damn terrifying.]

[desperateprayer]

[ EXACTLY, QUEENIE. Help him be a better person! But she's quiet, a whisper. ]

I was wondering, actually... The Key gave me an idea. ...Would it be possible for your magic to move what's in him into a new vessel, even if piece by piece? Something that can't move or speak normally.

[goteachother]

[ARE YOU ASKING HER TO MAKE A HORCRUX!?]

I dunno? But if it's a plague of some sort... I might be able to do somethin? Something magics from his world couldn't do.

[desperateprayer]

[ ...Is a horcrux made from removing the demons plaguing someone and sealing them elsewhere? ]

Mhm. I know... There's a good, but hurt, person in there. And that's who I want to save...

[goteachother]

[Removing parts of oneself and sealing them elsewhere. Depends on how much those demons are "him".]

Everyone's been hurt. It's what you do in the face of that pain that defines who you are. I truly believe that...

Plague aside, I... I honestly don't know if I can have as much faith in him as you and Leonard do.

[desperateprayer]

...I think... There's someone in there worth saving. The karaoke thing we did last week... He seemed to be enjoying himself, and... I think that person is still in there. Somewhere. He's just... Got a few demons he needs help with, is all. Like I did.

[ Like with the key. ]

[goteachother]

[She sighs, thinking back on his date with Chruch too. He couldn't be all bad, somehow, somewhere, she knew that.

He still unsettled her. It was like being in the room with Grin-

Mr. Graves

She has this awful epiphany and completely derails their conversation, sorry Clarith.]

I think my sister's boss is an imposter! [She's been trying to piece this together for two weeks. Apparently she just needed to be in the same room as another sociopath.]

[desperateprayer]

Eh?

[ WHAT IS GOING ON QUEENIE SHE DOESN'T UNDERSTAND. ]

[goteachother]

My memories... everythin's been so balled up. Mr. Graves hidin things, demoting her... last week. She- she was just doin her job and he was gonna have her and Newt executed. He's been so-

[She's torn between absolute horror and awe at the man's skill.]

He ain' Mr. Graves... He can't be. He's-

He's gotta.... be....

Grindelwald!?