week 3

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Week 3

[Come week 3 of the Champion Excellence Program the high-flying feelings that came with the dodgeball game last week has dissipated, especially after the...everything that was that trial. Satan Mask sure was a thing that happened.

Just like last week, right on the dot at 7 am, the mechanical woman's voice chimes to awaken the remaining champions on Sunday morning. After the initial wake-up call though there's a new message tacked on:]

Congratulations, Champions! By surviving your second trial, you have unlocked the third floor of the ship. A new mini map has been added to your P.I.P.! To access the second floor please stand on the teleporter and select the floor you wish to be teleported to.

[And again the Champions are awakened they have regained one new memory from the ones they've lost. Starting again on Sunday, as well, Jamie and Bolton will be back to their usual office hours in their usual locations.]

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[ooc: welcome to week 3, everyone! Check-in has begun and don't forget to submit your memory regains!]

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[curdle]

[ It would be easier to keep angry if Natsuhi didn't keep being taken aback, so instead of sounding vehement she just states the following as fact. ]

I saw him witched to death. That is what I remembered.

[ But she's still a petty teenage girl, so she adds: ]

It hath no bearing on thee.

[refusedtoleave]

[It's a good job that Natsuhi isn't difficult to upset. Or we might of had a timeline issue. She just tilts her head and scowls.]

'Witched to death'? What exactly is that supposed to mean?

[curdle]

He was cursed.

[ It's just matter-of-fact sounding now. ]

She sent her devils upon him, and crushed and twisted him into fits until his organs gave way. I know not how else to speak it.

[refusedtoleave]

Fits... Strange... The witch I know over is a bit more literal than that.

[curdle]

[ RECORD SCRATCH NOISE ]

You know a witch.

[refusedtoleave]

The one that lives in the forest, next to my home of thirty years? Of course I know of her.

[curdle]

[ Get the broad-axe and cut off her head. Get the narrow axe and cut off her head. ]

How--? How canst thou let her live?

[ Here comes the yelling and taking offense again. This time featuring: projection! ]

[refusedtoleave]

[She actually stops to think about it.

Should she treat it the same as a family member asking, or talk about one of her few friends? Thank goodness the girl wasn't able to corner her into speaking without thinking. ]

......I'd be a poor host if wished misfortune on such an honoured family friend. Wouldn't I? Especially with all the stories of her deeds.

[There she hasn't admitted anything of use.]

[curdle]

Aye, I know well the deeds of witches. Their works are death and their words the devil's own lies.

[ She's thinking about the twins now. ]

[refusedtoleave]

You've only seen a little bit of what magic can do then...

[It's said so plainly.]

[curdle]

What else, then? Tell me!

[refusedtoleave]

What do you think miracles are?

[curdle]

Acts of God through his disciples or Christ. They passed from the world ere I was ever born, and thou livest later still.

[refusedtoleave]

It's God's magic then. There really is no difference, other than how it's used.

[curdle]

No witch acts with God's power. With His allowance, aye, but their magic is Satan's. So -- so how does she use it?

[refusedtoleave]

To ward areas from evil, bring the dead back to live. The very same things that God has done, so how's it different?

[It's a shame she didn't know more about western religion.]

[curdle]

God hath no hand in it.

[ She can't counter this the way she should. All Thomasin can think, when she tries to come up with some great argument that will silence her, is the simple truth that Caleb is dead. ]

And she's not here, neither.

[refusedtoleave]

And? God isn't here either. There are no shrines or church for any deity here.

[If there is they haven't found it, and it's probably for a god of death.]

Whatever being that controls this area is a cruel one.

[curdle]

That's not how...

[ She cuts herself off, a troubled frown creeping across her already unfortunate-looking face. ]

You know naught of Him. [ It sounds more like realization than an indictment. She doesn't know what she's doing, railing at her or talking about any of this. ]

[refusedtoleave]

I know enough. I've heard enough about various gods in my life to know that multiple perform the same job.