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

[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?

[scourgingstars]

[Ardyn shrugged, looking to the ring like it was only slightly interesting.]

I think it should be fine. It's not done anything yet.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Except be a reminder, have meaning. Hasn't been malicious yet. You uh. Don't seem to like it right now, but maybe it's better you don't chuck it and get it lost in the trees or flowers or whatever.

[scourgingstars]

I think I may hold on to it for a bit longer. I can think of no better way to irritate Bahamut from worlds away than to carelessly flaunt something I'm unfit for.

[motherfucking_ghost]

[He takes Ardyn's hand, and guess what it's time for, it's time to kiss the ring again.]

I'm always a fan of petty shit like that. Stick it the fuck to that asshole. I'll fucking fight a god, I don't care, he was being a shit.

[scourgingstars]

My, between you and Junpei I'm sure the Draconian is shaking in his armor somewhere. I've truly chosen a fearless set of glaives after all.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Fearless, not smart. Tenacious as hell, though.

[scourgingstars]

Tenacity alone counts for something as far as I'm concerned. Especially when you'd so willingly fight a god for me.

[...]

Is this the part where I tell you he was quite a few stories tall and had one or two dozen swords?

[motherfucking_ghost]

Meh. We'll figure something out. He still deserves a kick in the toe or something.

[scourgingstars]

...What did I ever do that deserved people like you? At this rate you'll almost convince me I'm worth the trouble.

[Apparently, deicide was basically flirting as far as Ardyn was concerned.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

[hot]

You were good to us, so we're good to you. Usually how the universe works, when things are fair. And we all know how fair the universe is.

[scourgingstars]

It's so terribly unjust, I know. There's little other reason but the vast unfairness of it all that you should be latched onto my arm for however long a human life might be.

[motherfucking_ghost]

[The smile on his face freezes a little, because...god, they're just a fucking mess of being human but only just. Ish. Human-ish.]

Careful, that almost sounds something like a proposal.

[scourgingstars]

Does it? [That sharp smirk lit up Ardyn's face again in the way a quick flash of hellfire lit a darkened sky--bright, dangerous, and nothing but trouble.]

I don't believe that's a traditional proposal for Lucis or Niflheim, at least not when last I looked.

[motherfucking_ghost]

No, I--it's not-- [He knows that look of Trouble, which only...is now confusing him a little bit.] It sure gives off a certain impression. To suggest I'll be hanging off you for the rest of our lives.

Don't tell me Clarith got to you.

[scourgingstars]

Oh, not at all. But you did rather decisively commit to this, as have I. What else am I to say about it?

[some things never change and ardyn's dedication to trolling is one of them.]

...I just never cease to be amused when you start babbling like a flustered imbecile.

[motherfucking_ghost]

...See. You say that. But then I feel like you forget that I take ideas and start running wildly away with them.

I could always start getting a rose bouquet. You've already got a ring, but I'm going to have to ask Yuuri to make me one.

[scourgingstars]

You do have a habit of taking my jokes much too seriously, yes. That said, I think I'd rather keep avoiding the matter of engagement--why change my mind now?

[motherfucking_ghost]

You can't even make up your mind about the word boyfriend, so.

[scourgingstars]

My indecision is hardly stopping you from trying to sleep with me at every possible opportunity.