week 2

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Week 2

[It's been about a week since the Champions woke up in their new consumerist hellscape of a temporary home and, despite a few odd goings on and the bomb incident with Church and Nari, things haven't been as bad as they could be. No one is even dead yet! But let's see how long that lasts.

Enjoy your week, Champions.]

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[motherfucking_ghost]

[He frowns at some of that. Tries to figure out where to attack that first...if at all. Maybe he was being pushy. And didn't even have much right to.]

I get your brother's situation is...fucky. Why do you think your ex resents you?

[burninglight]

...

He disappeared.

[motherfucking_ghost]

As in magically poofed into thin air or left?

[burninglight]

Left. When my brother took over, when I was executed...he was just gone.

There were tales in the ages to follow of a wraith haunting a deep canyon in the Lucian continent--who Shields to follow would venture to challenge in order to prove their strength.

I don't really know or care how he survived as long as I did. I never cared to see him again--since he abandoned me, I rather presumed I must have meant nothing to him in the end.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Psh. Bullshit.

[burninglight]

Excuse me?

[motherfucking_ghost]

Okay okay okay. Walk me through it. You and your boyfriend are like side by side, doing all this healing and kingly shit. And you're boyfriends! Which means you love him and he loves you.

And at the same time, [he says with some gestures, because him gesture] you're starting to turn into a plague monster. And since people turned on you and tried to kill you and shit, I gotta assume he knew, probably before anyone else but you. And you don't stop, cuz you can't stop, cuz you're a good person who would rather do all he can how he can than to rule over a kingdom of death.

So you turn into a vicious evil hatemonster, and your brother takes over and tries to kill you. Is this the normal reaction to plague monsters? I'm unclear on the manner of the hateplague other than it's fucking sentient and also somehow blocks out the sun, which, that doesn't sound physically possible, but okay.

Which means our boyfriend, who was supposed to protect you, had to watch you try to die over and over again, because what's he gonna do, take the plague from you? He can't, unless you're gonna tell me he was a surprise magical healer too. Means he failed the guy he loved.

Like of course he went into hiding. He was fucking ashamed.

[burninglight]

...

[Was that...really possible? The reason Gilgamesh hadn't answered, hadn't intervened in any of countless executions of the would-be king he'd sworn to protect...was it really because he hadn't seen any choice? Had he just vanished out of shame, spending two millennia in the Tempering Grounds to eliminate any other Shield weak of either will or body that might fail as he had?]

[Ardyn didn't answer, the resulting thousand-yard stare not quite directed at Church so much as it was straight through him.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

[Surprising even himself, he let the silence drag on, let Ardyn try to sort through it. Hell, it was a lot to handle, but...Ardyn hasn't been in sound mind for a couple thousand years. Maybe he literally couldn't see it that way.

The fact that Ardyn was even thinking on it so hard meant that Church hadn't entirely misread the situation. He ran his good hand through his hair, and it did not, in fact, flop back in exactly the same way. His other hand rested palm up on the table, keeping the wound from the direct hard contact.

But there's only so long he can wait around for Ardyn to spin that possible revelation in his head, and he reaches out to lay a hand on his shoulder.]

You can come back to Earth now, Ardy. Or...back to the mall, anyway.

[burninglight]

[Ardyn flinched under the hand on his shoulder, less out of fear than simply not having expected it.]

I-...

[motherfucking_ghost]

[And the hand comes up, not retracted but hovering over his shoulder like...unsure if line overstepped or what.]

Whoa, easy there, King Nothing, just...trying to get you to come back to reality. Such as it is.

[burninglight]

I'm...alright. I think.

[motherfucking_ghost]

...You sure? You good? I...guess I kinda blew your mind there huh. [Gently replaces hand to shoulder!]

[burninglight]

I'm...just not feeling well lately.

[What with the feelings and the complete upheaval of life and existence as he knew it.]

I'll be fine.

[motherfucking_ghost]

You mean you're just feeling lately.