week 9

[airlockedmods]

[Nine weeks, seven cases, eight Champions remaining. Something has to give and it's bound to be soon.

There is no new floor opened this time but SIS and PAL still seem to be active and ready to interact.]


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((Since this is the final week, there's no AC this week! But don't forget to check your memory regains, and submit for regains! The final rolls will be Sunday night (4/1)! We will also be posting the official endgame announcement later today!))

Comments

gate... 25 I guess

[daughterofthemark]

[Arianna runs toward the source of a scream.]

Jane! What is--

[cyan_maid]

[She's okay, just. Throwing that Petuu portrait on the ground again. Why hasn't this sucker broken yet?!]

You - you bitch! You fucking-!

[daughterofthemark]

[Arianna is momentarily concerned, but... that's Rox Petuu's portrait, she realizes.

...

Is it all right if Arianna just... stomps on it really hard with her newly armored boot? Because that's what she's gonna do.]

[cyan_maid]

[Yeah that's cool. It likely cracks the glass, which snaps Jane out of it momentarily, and she looks up at Arianna.

And nods.]

[daughterofthemark]

Clarith wanted to kill this--this fucker herself.

[She stomps again.]

[cyan_maid]

[...Thumbs the fuck up.]

We'll all take a piece.

[daughterofthemark]

A piece... of her?

[Considering...]

Having her drawn and quartered does seem fitting.

[cyan_maid]

Might as well, at this point. I...

[She looks down at the phone on the ground. Picks it up. Tightens her grip on it.]

...Maybe it's dear Great Grandma talking, but...after all she's done to everyone...I can't forgive a person like that...

[daughterofthemark]

...I don't believe I can, either. Not with everything she's taken from us. Her and her employer.

[cyan_maid]

...Right.

[She lets her hand drop, but not the phone. Not yet.]

Dammit, what am I doing? Smashing a picture isn't going to stop her...

[daughterofthemark]

No, but perhaps it will help you to live until you do.

[Like abusing a license plate.]

[cyan_maid]

...I don't need to do that to live. I...I can do better than that. So much better.

[She sighs, and turns to set down the phone on the desk.]

I am better than my Great Grandmother and what she would do. As angry as I am...I need to remember to be better. Or else...what else have I been living for?

[daughterofthemark]

[...well now Arianna feels kind of ashamed. Oops.]

I don't believe vandalizing a portrait makes you a bad person.

[cyan_maid]

...No, but...literally wishing the violent death at my own hands of someone is...too much like her. I mean...I'm still so angry. So angry. But I'm not a bloodthirsty troll queen. I'm just a kid.

[daughterofthemark]

[...]

I should be better as well. If anything, it is more important for me. And yet...

[cyan_maid]

...Well...we're both just human, even as a kid or as a princess. So long as we still have that, then...fuck, I don't know. I was never the person who knew all the...philosophy thingies.

[daughterofthemark]

[That... seems to make sense. A sort of sense. Enough sense that Arianna can smile, anyway.

...which makes her think of something.]

Jane, I've something I wish to tell you. Something I don't wish to risk you learning from a letter.

[cyan_maid]

...Huh? What is it?

[daughterofthemark]

We were friends, during the time after our groups met, and in this place you've been even more important to me. I consider you my best friend. And I love you, as the member of my family that you are.

[cyan_maid]

Oh...g-gosh, Arianna...

[She remembers, of course, being friends. But this is...quite a bit to add. She smiles sheepishly, ducks her head.]

You've been wonderful as well. I'm...sorry for being so stand-offish when this began again.