week 6

[airlockedmods]

[Even with three deaths two weeks in a row, life in the Fantasy Sweet returns to some semblance of normalcy come Sunday morning. The messes are cleaned up, the bodies are safe in the morgue (or in Kip's case, still in a liquor bottle in the garden) and with this new week comes a fresh crop of returning memories.

There is no new floor this week.

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[ooc: Don't forget to to turn in your activity for week 5, submit your memory regains and put in your threads for the Benefactors!]

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[motherfucking_ghost]

...But not you. Whatever's left--you're not part of it.

[scourgingstars]

You guessed correctly--I should be dead right now. Eradicated alongside the scourge itself.

...But I'm still here. Whatever I am right now is still alive, whether that should be through chance or the divine punishment of the Astrals refusing to let this end.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Jesus, I didn't really mean what I said yesterday.

I mean--I did, though, I did mean that we'll find a way to cure you if we can, and that I'd rather you come to my world if we make it out, those I absolutely meant, just, when I mentioned what if you're already--

...Huh.

[scourgingstars]

[There wasn't a cure for this. Even if they recreated what PAL had done and removed the corruption from his body, what would be left? A gentle and kindhearted healer would be standing in Ardyn Izunia's place, and he would lapse even further into madness crushed beneath the reality of what he'd done in the name of vengeance.]

[But he didn't point that out; just sighed and dropped an arm around Church's shoulders. Stupid, optimistic fool. Couldn't even see the obvious conclusion when it was right in front of him, instead focused on the memory of a two thousand years dead savior pleading for help against the monster he became.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

[He might make eternal fun of Ardyn's choice of 'style', but damn if his expensive and eccentric taste doesn't feel good. Cozy.

Maybe it's a childish hope, a desperate need to cling to those he has left. He acknowledges Ardyn's need, even accepts it, if so very grudgingly. Maybe, if they can even cure it, fix it, then the man that will be left will really and truly go insane. Thousands of years in darkness. People slaughtered. Alone in just about every sense of the word. And if that's the case? If that's the case then they'll do what they must. Hell, he'll even pull the metaphorical trigger if he has to, just to stop the fucking suffering.

But if there's a chance he can come back, safe and sound of mind, then...then they have to try, right? They ought to. Church never could learn to let go that easily.]

Just solidifies that we'll have some decisions to make at the end of this. That--you'll have some. When we get there.

I know--I know you've already made them but maybe something will happen and circumstances will change and you'll have to actually think about it. I'm just saying.

[scourgingstars]

...Far more impossible things have happened.

[He didn't even have the energy to argue, leaning his head back against the wall and just leaving it at that. It seemed terribly hopeless, to the point of it all just being a cosmic joke at his expense.]