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.]

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[motherfucking_ghost]

[Honestly, it's probably one of the birds that directs Church to him. It's an oddly tense thing to walk in on, and he almost doesn't want to disturb the moment, to let Ardyn work out or think out whatever's in his head.

But then again, letting Ardyn work whatever's in his head isn't always the best plan, or ever, in case he's getting lost in the darkness of memories. So Church is slow to approach but approaches all the same, puts a hand on Ardyn's shoulder.]

[scourgingstars]

You know, for a loudmouthed idiot you have a startling habit of being right.

[He didn't look up as he slipped the ring back into place.]

It's quite impressive.

[motherfucking_ghost]

I know. [Listen, he knows, it's not even him being a shit about it.] What about?

[scourgingstars]

...I'm alright, for now. I talked over the worst of it with Junpei.

[His right hand curled into a fist and uncurled again, dropping to his side.]

You were right about what Bahamut truly aimed for, I think. When you suggested I wasn't meant to be a savior in the first place.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Oh. Yeah. Sorry. It just seemed...the likely thing, at the time, when you brought it up. It's not...ideal. But it sounds like a very god-like thing to do.

[scourgingstars]

[He shrugged with a vague sound of agreement, turning to look at Church properly.]

I think perhaps I realized it weeks ago, once I remembered a few things. I just didn't truly want to acknowledge the idea.

[motherfucking_ghost]

I'm sorry. Are you... [He already said he was all right, but--] What were you doing?

[scourgingstars]

Oh, you know. Calling forth divine power, letting Ifrit set things on fire, watching Bahamut be hilariously useless. Your average day, all things considered.

[extreme sarcasm is apparently a coping mechanism]

...I'm just offended he even showed his face where I could see him, after all that.

[motherfucking_ghost]

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

[scourgingstars]

...Oh.

[ardyn.]

[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.

[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?

[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.

[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.

[motherfucking_ghost]

I mean, can I instead recommend throwing me against the nearest tree?

[scourgingstars]

Only if I can recommend that you work on that one-track mind of yours.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Psh. You love it.

...You were gonna pull a Junpei, weren't you?

[scourgingstars]

...I may have been considering the idea, possibly.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Wouldn't make much of a difference, would it?

[scourgingstars]

It wouldn't matter in the slightest. It's a powerless replica that can do absolutely nothing, and if that changes then it might actually burn my arm clear off like it did to Ravus.

[...he said, pleasantly and without the slightest trace of 'ha ha just kidding'.]

I'm quite stupid to keep it, actually.

[motherfucking_ghost]

.........Um. So about the burning arm thing.......?

[scourgingstars]

...Remember how I warned all of you not to put the ring on if you found it?

[He gestured vaguely with his right hand.]

The Lucii don't take well to their power being used by the unworthy.

[motherfucking_ghost]

...But the ring doesn't work. Because the crystal power doesn't reach here? So you're safe. And you should...stay safe?

Because if you keep doing Junpei things, like it's fine to take his name, but maybe don't lose your arm?