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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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I did bring it up with her. She wants us to kill each other to see our "potential" but then she takes away our powers. What's the point in that? And then what after. For now the coward seems to be reveling in being "better" than us.
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She's leaving a lot out, that's all I can think of -- all the details that would make any of this make a lick of goddamn sense. And what after, indeed... what kind of afterlife does this place have? It frustrates me that I can't perceive it.
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... Afterlife? [ He... didn't read the profiles. ] Perceiving the afterlife... [ He puts away the questions that are popping up in his mind for now though. ] Well, perhaps it doesn't have one.
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I suppose that's possible... I guess this world could have a more direct method of recycling soulstuff. Or the Lady and her little pal have messed with it that much... Ugh. Gives me a headache.
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Well, the certain thing is they're able to affect different sort of powers, from worlds that aren't their own.
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And that sort of power is preeee~tty scary if ya ask me. Messin' with the affairs of so many worlds? It's bound to be upsetting to some kind of balance.
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How they're doing is as much of a question as to why. [ His gaze flits to the direction of the castle. ] The answers are probably hidden in their little hideout.
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