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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[ during the day, elliot can be found in the bookstore, with a lot of candles and a lot of books in his special corner. only some of them are burning - the candles that is, not the books. he also has an assortment of glass jars, empty cans, rope, and basic tools that he got from somewhere, anywhere. who cares where!! don't ask any questions.

in the late afternoon, he stands before the lady's office, right outside with a box of knives. don't worry, he didn't take all of the knives from the kitchen or restaurant or the milk bar, just some. a fair amount. an alarming amount. some. ]

It is a lucky thing that you have chosen me, out of all people, to be here to murder or whatever. Sounds very exciting, I love it, I love it. I am extremely qualified at using knives and I have come to demonstrate! Just to show you what a big mistake you, clearly, aren't making.

[ he grabs a knife and throws it in a random direction. ]

[ throws a knife back at lightning speed, deliberately aiming about an inch to the left of elliot's head. ]

Let's not.

[ that's a pterodactyl screech coming from him as he ducks, needlessly. ]

What are you doing, you lunatic?! This is a peaceful protest!!

With knives.

How else?

[ just kind of rolls his eyes as he turns away to go pick up his own knife... ]

Outside of the kitchen, I think the two are often seen as mutually exclusive, actually.

You think, but are you sure? It's not so black and white as finding a picture of a knife under the definition of violence! Also: where would that leave box cutters? That's a type of knife, too. Stop being prejudice against box cutters.

[ he throws another knife in the opposite direction, deliberately away from knife-throwing crazy dudes. ]

There's no need for violence anywhere! In any world!

Truly spoken like someone grown-up enough to be trusted with sharp objects.

Thank you! Validation from a guy who doesn't know how to dye his hair properly is what I was looking for.

Honestly, that kind of insult from someone who looks like you is probably a compliment.

[ glancing back to the Discount Knife Bin ]

Well. If you're that intent on keeping this up, then I'll look forward to hearing what happens when you actually hit someone with one of those.

[ doctor of the year right here ]

Hey, I'm not going to hit anyone. Why would anyone stay near a guy throwing knives? It would be common sense to run. [ a pause. ] And I would run from you, but I picked this spot for strategic reasons.

And your strategy was what, exactly?

[ It's knife to see you again, Elliot.

The knife goes flying past him, nicking him in the cheek. ]

You should try aiming lower.

[ Your favorite fail thief is here ]

[ uh, who?? he never saw your face -- a-ahHHH WHY.

he immediately drops his next knife and starts speaking very quickly. he's definitely panicking. panicking, he is. muchly!!! ]

Oh my GOD, what are you doing?! Are you okay? Are you dying - pleasedon'tdie.

[ rushing over to try and slap a hand on this FOOL OF FOOL'S face, right over the wound. ]

[ For a moment, there was a lack of light in his eye. At the panic and the slap however, he'll start laughing. It looks like it hit the bottom edge of the bandages covering his right eye, which probably took most of the damage. ]

It's fine. I'm not dying. It's just a scratch, see?

[ He pushes the bandages up a tiny bit. It's just a tiny scratch. ]

[ shrilly: ] You're not a health expert! Unless you are - I didn't read any of the profiles because, honestly, why?

[ he pats the scratch couple more times. ]

I will give you all of my extra sheets if you promise not to die. [ that was a lie. ] Okay, I will give you one of my extra sheets.

[ plz understand he can't be parted with them all. he'll die of a chill. ]

[ OMG HES A SOFT. Still a brat, but actually soft. This is strange for Dazai. ]

I'm not going to die from this. It didn't hit anything vital, see?

[ It's just his cheek. He does look pale though, but it's probably normal. ]

[...are you-

okay that knife didn’t hit him but he is still marching on over to Elliot to confiscate the rest of the knives because surely the goddess must be testing him-]

What on earth do you think you’re doing?

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