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]

You go back to sleep. If I remember one more timeline they forgot to give me I'm gonna pee out alternate histories for a year.

[He doesn't move, though. This is comfortable.]

[scourgingstars]

Is that any way to talk to your father? I've wound up adopting a terrible delinquent.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Already told you all I dropped out of university.

[scourgingstars]

Parenting is clearly no easy job with children like you. Little wonder Father always seemed so exasperated. Ah, and it only took me...two thousand and forty-five years to understand it, give or take a few generations.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Junpei's doing some quiet math in his head. He rolls away a bit to lie on his stomach, looking at Ardyn curiously.]

So you'd be... forty-five? Minus the two thousand years? 'Cause if I'm twenty-two, then you'd have had me at twenty-three, and no wonder I came out all fucked up, man.

[scourgingstars]

I was thirty-five when I was still human. Two thousand years, plus...ten, I think. I had to wait for about a decade in addition to everything else, so that's at least a close approximation.

...At this point, I think we're quite done with timelines.

[misanthropicprinciple]

God, yes, let's proceed through time linearly from now on, one second per second. It was so much more complicated than a flow chart.

[scourgingstars]

Linear time has its drawbacks as well. I think a flowchart would have at least been a change of pace now and again.

[misanthropicprinciple]

I died so many more times than expected. Just. So many.

[scourgingstars]

One tends to get used to that after the first few dozen times.

[who doesn't love black humor.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

You'd think, but they kept coming up with new and exciting ways to bump me off. Dying in two nuclear explosions was really just unnecessary. ...Though I'd still rate it higher than either poison, those sucked.

[scourgingstars]

Ever tried being flash-frozen by a goddess?

...I don't recommend it. Highly uncomfortable.

[misanthropicprinciple]

I keep telling you, we don't have goddesses where I come from. Just walk-in freezers that automatically shut be--

...

...............

Oh my god, she probably shut the door on us herself. Oh my god, I'm an idiot.

[scourgingstars]

Far be it from me to argue with such an honest revelation.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[>:(((((!!!!

Just SITS ON ARDYN'S STOMACH AND THEN RUNS OFF.]

I'm not getting you coffee.

[scourgingstars]

[RUDE]

Oh no. I'm dying again. Look, you've gone and committed patricide.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Did--Did Junpei just pull his eyelid down and stick his tongue out at the former harbinger of the fucking apocalypse?]

Good, now you and Church can be ghosts and match.

[FLOUNCE!]