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]

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.

[motherfucking_ghost]

You can tell me to stop...and actually mean it.

[scourgingstars]

Why, I could. [Tilting his head slightly, an interested smirk flickered across Ardyn's face.]

But why start now?

[motherfucking_ghost]

Yeah, it's wayyyyy too late for that now. You telling me to stop would be, like, alarms going off in my head.

[scourgingstars]

'Oh no, Ardyn's gone and learned restraint, he must be terribly ill', that sort of thing?

[motherfucking_ghost]

You're the king of trouble, you little shit. [church he's taller than you are] Now what would truly be scary is if I ever learned restraint.

[scourgingstars]

Frightfully boring, at least. Why, I might never find any entertainment in life if you knew anything of moderation.

[motherfucking_ghost]

No shoving me around lubed up floors, no karaoke nights, no lingerie, no fun with blindfolds...oh no wait, that one was your suggestion.

[scourgingstars]

I think myself capable of the occasional surprise and excellent idea. As I recall, you were in no great rush to complain.

[motherfucking_ghost]

And yet you always like to complain immediately about my surprising and excellent ideas, I see how it is.

[scourgingstars]

Precisely, you've finally caught on.

[motherfucking_ghost]

I see a distinct imbalance in this relationship. We might need counseling.

[scourgingstars]

Oh, dear. We've set a record for the shortest time to find irreconcilable differences.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Nooo no no, this is what we pay relationship counselors for. We fix the differences that seem irreconcilable. There's this one word...I don't know if you've ever heard it...it's very foreign...I believe it's called compromise?

[scourgingstars]

Hm? No, I've certainly never heard that word before. Must be Tenebraean.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Clearly from another language and another country. I've only the vaguest idea what it could mean. Jerk.

[scourgingstars]

I suppose we'll just have to be that much more careful to avoid anything irreconcilable, if our other option is to resort to something clearly foreign and possibly nonexistent.

[motherfucking_ghost]

I'm gonna reconcile your ass in a second.

[scourgingstars]

That doesn't even mean anything.

[And now it is you who is getting shoved, Church. My, how the turn tables.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

[these are grown men one of them is over 2000 years old]

Would you rather I use more modern parlance? Maybe I'll destroy your ass, how about that?

[scourgingstars]

What's the modern colloquialism...Ah, yes.

'You wish'.