week 7

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[For the first time in several weeks there is no new memorial in the garden. No new body in the morgue, no bloody mess for the roombas to clean. Choromatsu is still in need of time to heal and constant vigilance but he's alive. They're all alive for once on a Sunday and, even with the terrible realizations their returning memories may bring, there's a sense of hope for the first time in a long time.

There is no new floor this week.

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[ooc: Don't forget to to turn in your activity for week 6, submit your memory regains and put in your threads for the Benefactors!]

Comments

[motherfucking_ghost]

Cuz despite everything you say about yourself, you dad us half to death and make sure we're all right and eating our veggies and shit? Still fucked up, though, and I'm half-tempted to kinkshame him instead.

[scourgingstars]

I've done nothing of the sort. Don't be ridiculous.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Um? You're one of the rocks of this group, man. And you check up on everyone. And whether you like it or not, you dole out advice left and right.

You also have a well of dad jokes in you. Don't think I've forgotten.

1/3

[scourgingstars]

I most assuredly am not any such lynchpin here. Just because I've done what little I can to stop us from becoming any more of a flaming wreckage, that doesn't mean I'm-...

[scourgingstars]

[But then he trailed off, thinking about it. Junpei, Yuuri, even Clarith to an extent? Hadn't he at one point (even if that may have been another person entirely) felt as though just maybe-...]

[scourgingstars]

[mother of shiva was he really stuck with them]

Church, I am the Accursed, scourge of Eos, I did not adopt three children.

[motherfucking_ghost]

[Serious face. Serious lean. Serious hand on Ardyn's shoulder.]

You've all but signed the adoption papers, man.

Also, isn't that basically what a kingsglaive is, a bunch of stupid kids devoted to their king dad, only like way more competent than these assholes?

[scourgingstars]

That is not even slightly what that means. Semantics aside, I remind each and every person here that I am a genocidal lunatic that is only barely human by virtue of having my memories toyed with for the past weeks.

What is wrong with all of you?

[motherfucking_ghost]

[He points to the ceiling, first. And then broadens the definition, arms out, HERE, WIDE MOTION, THE ENTIRE LOCATION, THIS PLACE, EVERYTHING.]

[scourgingstars]

That's not any excuse to--

[why is this his life now]

You are aligning with and attaching to the wrong person, every last one of you.

[motherfucking_ghost]

I'm dead and a ghost, Yuuri's from a zombiepocalypse, I'm not even touching what's wrong with Junpei with a twenty foot pole, Clarith had about a hundred fucked up things done to her and came out the other side, I don't really know why you keep expecting good decisions out of any of us.

[scourgingstars]

Because even considering that list, I'm still-...

[Ardyn sighed, shaking his head.]

It's really not worth the argument, is it?

[motherfucking_ghost]

Not really, but go on, finish that thought. You're still, what, a terrible person that we've all attached ourselves to, and nothing you've said so far has made anyone but Q budge?

Have you noticed how stubborn we are?

[scourgingstars]

It had not, in fact, escaped my notice. But stubbornness and foolishness do so often tend to walk hand in hand.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Never said we weren't foolish, man. We are absolutely that. We're stupid as fuck; I have no idea how we're still alive. Maybe through being stubborn.