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WEEK 1
WEEK 1
Your hosts have come and gone, and have left you with nothing but more questions and a key. Regardless of how you reacted or what you decided to do soon after that, it’s a fact that the day must end eventually.
And so it does, with the striking of the clock. As the twelve gongs reverberate and disappear into the night, the rest of the city is left silent save for a chilly wind that skims the streets. Those who have retired to their assigned rooms will find that the furnishings are decent enough to get a good night’s sleep, while those who wander the city will only continue to see empty streets and fog. But regardless of how you spend the night, eventually it will become readily apparent that dawn will not be coming any time soon as the waxing moon continues to hang in the sky even as the clock strikes six or seven or eight.
No one’s stopping you from wallowing in bed or holing up in a building during this perpetual night, but there’s a whole city out there to check out and some interesting additions to the Opera House decor; don’t forget though, a cage is a cage and every good cage needs its bars. While a portion of the streets and buildings are clear, any intrepid explorers won’t find themselves able to get very far through the fog that surrounds them; anyone who tries to venture through will end up getting turned around and end up right back where they started. Still, there’s plenty of other places to check, even if the fog-shrouded buildings are more or less off limits. Fortune favors the bold, after all.
[[Welcome to Week 1! Feel free to make top levels at your discretion, and remember to note it in your header if you plan on investigating any locations. You can also now privately contact The Lady or Rembrandt at your leisure!]]
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[He doesn't bother to argue; it's easy to see where this one has planted the root of himself.
All that's left is to wait until the sand of that foundation sifts away -- he might even look forward to it after the absurdity of the last time he met someone (or someones) somewhat similar. Humans, of course. The way they fought was at once so limited and so absurd.
As little as he knows about this place now, it seems the right sort of place for that.]
Hollows and shinigami are natural enemies. [his tone continues to make it clear that explaining this is a great inconvenience] And my Lord would see them destroyed.
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But at the very least he'll listen to the explanation properly despite the tone here. It really was a world he was unfamiliar with. ]
Your Lord...? Can you tell me why you follow this Lord of yours?
[ He knew dragging an answer out of this guy was like pulling teeth already, but he was such an enigma that he couldn't help but pry. ]