antumbrac | 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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[ At first he's ready to be snide and scoff. Anyone that's dear to him is powerful and could take care of themselves. Or are protected. It's almost laughable to imagine anyone going after the Queen. She's still a teenage girl but she could handle a single person.

Then he actually looks at the photo. That's... ]

[ Rembrandt on the deck of his ship. In the foreground is some kids playing with Momotarou and Yoh in the pool. Momiji is just lounging around on a chair and Magi is dressed down from his usual suit and talking to her. And they don't notice this stranger at all.

What is that dumb rat doing? He thinks at Momotarou who's right near the dark figure in the back. They did seem to be able disable powers, could they go undetected by telepathy? They aren't Hinomiya-- but maybe.

He breathes out, not aware he was holding in his breath. He had to trust in them. Losing his life is nothing, he's just someone holding on to try to make the future brighter for them. They were the future. The moon catches his eye and he gives an imperceptible shudder. He's lost one ship already before. They had been in great danger before when someone had infiltrated them. The deaths of his comrades in the war also briefly flash before his eyes.

No.

No. Pictures could be faked. This was a stupid tactic to get them to do something. He crumpled the photo in his hand and stalk off in a much different mood than earlier. ]

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