Week 5

[airlockedmods]

[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!]

Comments

[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!?