the final week

[airlockedmods]

[Eight weeks. Eight weeks of friendship and love, death and loss, hope and despair all muddled together in a cocktail that's too sweet on the tongue and leaves an acid-y pit in the stomach. With nine of them left (ten counting their dear but lone surviving host), things look darker than ever. Come Sunday morning the last of the Champions missing memories will be returned to them while they sleep. For some of them this will reveal answers, for others it might just be a fate worse than death. They could even be death.

But how does the song go? "It's always darkest before the dawn"?

There are no announcements from PAL this week. Not even morning and evening announcements.

Sunday Monday Tuesday



[ooc: Welcome to endgame, everyone! We're all very proud of you for making it all the way to the end. As you can see this is going to be a short IC week but we promise things will not be going down until this weekend (7/7-7/9). On Tuesday we'll be unveiling the OOC post for what to expect during the final investigation. There is no official AC this week, just a check-in and as mentioned above characters will be at their true canon points on Sunday morning.

Buckle up, kids, the ride's not over yet.]

Comments

[misanthropicprinciple]

But I--Yuuri--!

[Okay, nope, if he blurts out anything more telling than that, he is actually going to expire on the spot, and the final investigation/trial will not shed any light on the mystery of the Fantasy Sweet. Time to look pointedly away and take a huge swig of root beer so no more words can come out of his face.]

[daughterofthemark]

He... could still win. The Fafnir Knight. If he took the opportunity to run... come back with stronger allies...

[motherfucking_ghost]

Well one of us is military and has been making a point to work out every morning. [Or damn near every morning, for a couple weeks, only because he wanted to make sure he could take on Ardyn if it was necessary, annnnd now it's no longer necessary but at least it's a healthy habit???]

[motherfucking_ghost]

...I kind of meant here in the garden, but. Uh. So. Infernian, huh.

[scourgingstars]

...Oh.

[ardyn.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

Yeah, but I have a cool robot arm and no sense of self-preservation.

[motherfucking_ghost]

[There is a full half-second of concern before Church sees exactly what's going on and starts cracking up, because oh yes, Junpei. This is happening.]

Yes~ Don't you like what you see?

[misanthropicprinciple]

You ruined it forever!

[HE CHANGED HIS MIND, THERE ARE MEMORIES HE DOESN'T WANT TO KEEP.]

[scourgingstars]

We'll have time enough for that, once we're out of here.

[serrata]

[ ... Wow, you know, maybe Ardyn does have a point and they DO cook entirely too much. But when it all looks and smells so good, Yuuri can't really complain.

She comes in with a big smile on her face, eyes sparkling as she takes in all the food. ]

You made all this yourself...? I'm impressed!

[motherfucking_ghost]

[It's a disgusting slithering disconnect, because he wants to say I'm the Alpha, but it doesn't...it doesn't want to happen, it doesn't want to come out. Because it's not him.]

The Director of Project Freelancer had an idea. [The words are his, the voice is his, but he can only hear Wash's version of it. It's the story he's got.] He wanted more AI for tests. He only had the one. You can't copy a smart AI. But he figured he could...make them himself. You fragment a mind. You... [He grimaces at the fact that he's going to say it word for word.] It's like reverse engineering a personality disorder. It...compartmentalizes aspects because it needs to shed it or it'll go crazy and won't survive. And these...aspects, they become the AI fragments that the Freelancer agents got to use.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Choro's got one on, I don't see you screaming in agony over that.

[motherfucking_ghost]

You're suggesting I do have a sense of self-preservation?

[misanthropicprinciple]

It was bad on him, but it's WORSE ON YOU!

[motherfucking_ghost]

...His name was really Ifrit, there is just...no subtlety there with these assholes, is there.

[scourgingstars]

...Should it not have been? I think I'm missing another one of your references.

[misanthropicprinciple]

'Sorta?' [Perfect, Queenie's likely to have the most information, anyway.] Did you get more than the blinking?

[misanthropicprinciple]

A little while ago today? I'm getting kinda...

['Worried' isn't really the word. Or, well, not the word he wants to get caught using.]

It's weird, not even having the morning and evening announcements.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Just...sometimes I find it really weird how some languages and religious...aspects? Totally cross universes.

Um, but uh. Here. In the garden. What were you doing?

[motherfucking_ghost]

I'm cute as hell in this, I'll have you know.

[daughterofthemark]

[Hugs are always good.]

I cannot simply spend all day in bed.

[scourgingstars]

[look as far as he's concerned everyone else's world is the weird one]

...I was thinking of getting rid of something troublesome. Nothing more.

[motherfucking_ghost]

What, you were gonna ditch me already? Shortest relationship ever.

[goteachother]

It's alright, y'know... being upset. Being upset with me.

[She bites her lip, takes a deep breath to steel herself for what she has to offer here.]

If you want- need me to give you some... space. So you can sort out how you feel.

[The breath rushes out of her and she drops onto the foot of the bed, pulling her knees up.]

I can do that.

[scourgingstars]

Yes, what a shame. I'm going to throw you into the nearest tree and leave you there, you've caught me in the middle of my latest nefarious plan.