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

[misanthropicprinciple]

Come on. I only die in bad timelines, man.

[He thumps Church's back and rubs between his shoulder blades. He's here. He's not going anywhere.]

I'm not going to let this be one.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Time travel is bullshit. [Listen...is he wrong? He's not wrong.

He stands up straighter, pulling himself away just a little.] There's one more thing.

One more thing, just for...the knowledge. So you know. And I get it off my fucking chest.

We're gonna help Ardyn. I know. However we can. Cure him or help him cope or find somewhere for him, but--

[He bites his lip and takes a breath, because he needs to really really not fuck up words for just two whole seconds.] We need to be prepared for the possibility that he doesn't want that.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Ah, yes. Junpei doesn't even have to nod. It's a resolution he's made himself, and his gaze as he watches Church's face is direct and steady.

Of course they're going to help Ardyn. They were never not going to.]

What's our plan if he doesn't?

[motherfucking_ghost]

Try and talk him down from taking a whole world with him, I guess.

[misanthropicprinciple]

And if it's too late? If it's already done?

[motherfucking_ghost]

Then I guess it doesn't really matter at that point, huh?

Or do you mean...if he's one of those people who's already dead in their world?

[misanthropicprinciple]

[He shrugs and shakes his head.]

Either. Both. ...I guess it's kind of the same result either way.

[He meets Church's eyes.]

He goes with you. Right?

[motherfucking_ghost]

If...if he wants to. It's not like we can make him do something if he doesn't want, but assuming he doesn't want to fucking--

Yeah. He comes with me. So the fuck do you, by the way.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Uh, aren't you guys in a war? I'm not exactly gonna be a lot of help in a situation like that...

[motherfucking_ghost]

Aren't you in an apocalypse?

[misanthropicprinciple]

Uhh, unclear. You know. Timelines.

[Save him.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

Are you really gonna tell me you want to go back and take that chance? We'll get you guys kitted out with some spare armor if we can dig some up, maybe forge some credentials, do you really think this army's got it shit together well enough to notice two more names that weren't there before?

Rhetorical question, the answer is no.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[He kind of does want to go back and take that chance, but if he says so, he'll have to tell Church why, and he's not so tone deaf to bring it up, you know, now, at this time.]

Hm. Well, I'll think about it. ...You got room for Rii-san and Clarith?

[motherfucking_ghost]

Y'know what? We'll make it a party. Unless someone has a better world to go to, actively at war with each other and aliens hell-bent on the extinction of the human race just not where I'm at isn't the worst choice you could make.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Choromatsu's from a gag cartoon. Checking out his world could be fun.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Like...what, like from a literal Roger Rabbit cartoon world?

[misanthropicprinciple]

Kinda? Less Looney Tunes, more social commentary anime, but yeah. Goofy shenanigans in early two-thousand-teens Japan.

[motherfucking_ghost]

......

I didn't think it'd be him of all people to render me fucking speechless, if you're not pulling my leg.

Think I'm ready to shoot stuff with glitter instead of even trying to unpack that.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Claps Church's shoulder.]

That's what I like to hear, man. Let's go Tinkerbell this bullshit.