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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If you didn't want people to pry into your business then you shouldn't be doing this in public.

[Just saying. Noelle stares at the pigeons flying in the sky. Should she...]

Can you get me a pigeon down without killing it? I want to try something...and I don't want to do it with a person.

Ah, so I should invite the pigeons inside, then? Get 'em all behind locked doors so you don't have to see my dirty work? Woman, if I could do that, I would have already done so and dispatched this entire flock. I'm doing it this way because I ain't got another choice.

[Zangetsu watches the birds fly away, then huffs]

I could, probably. But why should I go through all that trouble if I don't get to eat it afterwards?

[That little rant has a point, she has to admit. Something about such an aggressive and sarcastic response makes her rather pleased]

You got a point there, it must be I wasn't thinking straight.

[Which is why she's so hesitant about her power. She feels like it has the potential to be deadly. She hates the thought of using it, but...she has to find out what exactly she's wary about]

I don't mind giving you the pigeon once I'm done with it. If it works it's going to die, anyway...

Yeah well, think before ya yap next time.

[That seems to pique Zangetsu's interest, at least... "It's going to die anyway"? He gives it some thought, tapping his finger against the edge of one of his horns idly]

... We'll have to go somewhere else. I already scared these ones real good, I probably won't be able to get 'em to come back down today. [he squats down and picks up the larger crumbs left on the ground, putting them back in the bag] There's more at the Opera house.

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