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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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[Usually he has his own share of distractions, or at least people to take his frustrations out on, but that's...unwise here, unfortunately.]
They're threatening my sister. She's all the family I have, so I can't say I'm surprised, but that doesn't make it any less irritating.
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Of course they did.
[His tone is aggravated on Cumore's behalf, but also sympathetic because Yulia, they sure knew exactly the right buttons to push with this incentive.]
...What is she like?
[Would it help to talk about her? Dist isn't great at this sort of thing, but he throws it out there.]
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She's a bit of a firebrand, really - very strong, very opinionated. Let's say she probably turned right around and told Rembrandt off for stalking her immediately after they created those images.
[His sister is such a bitch and he loves her.]
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That is exactly what he deserves. I do so hope he got plenty of similar interactions. If they're going to do this to us and people close to us, they deserve every bit of retaliation in return.
[He can't help but wonder how Jade would've reacted to Rembrandt now. He definitely would've noticed his presence well before the photo was taken, so...]
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[N-Not that he has been a victim of a lot of those or anything...]
But no, I can say for certain that the person they chose for me would be among those fighting back. Jade would have been a massive annoyance for Rembrandt, just as he is for me.
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[He's suspecting a rival of some sort, but who knows.]
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Awful, really. Snide, sarcastic, obnoxious and terrible with commitment. [...] But he is also incredibly brilliant and talented with magic. Rembrandt would have his hands full, dealing with him.
[He's quiet for a moment...and then he sighs.]
We are enemies, but we were very close when we were children. Something occurred that turned our lives upside down and our friendship did not survive it. If I had my way...I would like to go back to the days before it all went downhill.
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[He isn't sure what to do with that, but in a weird way, it's...mm.]
...I do appreciate that you've told me.
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[He doesn't blame Cumore for not knowing what to do with all the Jade stuff. Their relationship is the very definition of It's Complicated. But it does feel better having talked about Jade with someone. More than he thought it would, actually.]
If nothing else, I am counting on Jade to survive. Because if anyone is going to kill him, it's me. Not that I want to resort to that, mind...
[Is...this his attempt at lightening the mood... Maybe he should stop.
Anyway, one extremely basic omelette has been finished! He puts it in front of Cumore with some salt and pepper to season at his preference.]
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The remark actually does get a light sound out of him, though.]
I do know the feeling, though it's not quite as complicated - I would be offended if they did anything to a certain man I know back where I'm from, simply because I want the honor if anyone is going to have it.
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I take it this man has severely wronged you?
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He needs to die simply because he's worthless. We're certainly not benefiting from his presence.
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...not that it bothers Dist any. He totally gets it.]
Let me guess, your Commandant? [He's read Cumore's profile, so...] By all means, do go on. I would love to hear examples of his gross incompetence.
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[good fucking lord.]
Most of what he does isn't particularly anything I'd like to get into in public - but rest assured, I'm not entirely unwilling to tell you, either.
[Just kind of. Not right now, let's not bitch in front of god and everyone about this particular thing, lest people think he's truly the pettiest thing alive.
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That is entirely fair. I think I can put my imagination to good use until another time. I also serve under a Commandant, you see, and just like your Alexei, Van has gotten in the way of my personal progress on many occasions.
[One day, they can be petty bitches together.]