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!]

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[scourgingstars]

[Clarith really hadn't gotten the point at all; that had been frustrating. If he really had been like this for so long, it was little wonder to Ardyn why he was insane. Being able to die somehow sounded like a spectacular idea, all the better if he could make the Astrals pay for what they'd done in the process.]

[At least there was someone who understood the first half.]

[Ardyn raised his hand slightly...hesitated, like he wasn't sure what he was doing...and then settled it on Church's shoulder.]

That kind of sympathy might be your downfall one day.

[motherfucking_ghost]

[The significance is not lost on him, that Ardyn is willingly making contact. He acknowledges it with a look, that's all, so as to not chase the moment away.

In fact, he barks a little laugh that rings sharply in the room of the dead. (The utter fucking irony.)]

A backhanded compliment and a warning, that's impressive. Y'know, it's funny... There is absolutely nobody back home who would ever have said or even thought anything like that about me. Maybe this place is really changing me.

[scourgingstars]

If it helps the matter, I have a strong suspicion no one's told me they're by my side in a very, very long time.

[...]

Perhaps we'll be fortunate and it may yet change both of us.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Hey, there's always hope. Well. Everyone else's hope. What a fucking pair of disasters we make, huh?