week two: mingle

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Week Two
26 in Competition

As the sun rises on Monday morning, all participants will find themselves awakening with a sense of purpose. Regardless of where they slept the night before, they’ll find themselves compelled to return to the main meeting hall first thing in the morning.

Approaching the hall, however, they will find a large, swirling mass grey in color looming near the sakura tree. This swirl cannot be approached just yet, but seems to be locked and waiting for something more.

As the last member of the village enters the hall, they will find Lune and Sol at the head of the room. Though they’re together, it’s Lune who speaks up first this time.

"Good morning, good morning. You've done well to purge the corruption in the previous gateway - allow us to assist with the finishing touches. For the time being, it would appear as though we've been able to locate another. The land might appear a bit familiar to some however... I only advise you watch your step."

When Lune finishes, Sol chimes in from their place at Lune's side.

"The corruption is still out there, and we're going to do all that we can to find a way to contain it. But until then... stick close to others this week. Do your best to protect yourselves and look after each other. Okay?"

The moment participants leave the hall, they will find that the gateway has changed from grey to white, the opening widening enough for multiple people to step through. The Signs will soon take their leave, and all will remain peaceful once more.

The only oddity is that throughout the week, in a noise that extends past the portal but seems to resound even through the village, there will be the occasional, resounding call of a war horn.

In addition, as the week goes on, partners will find ever-growing feelings of anxiety and nervousness dwelling within them the longer they are separated from one another. They will feel compelled to be very close to their partners at all times, and will be on edge if separated for more than an hour by the end of the week. Welcome to surprise codependence at its finest.



Welcome to your week two mingle! As a reminder, murder proposals are open. We will also be hosting a mini-event on Tuesday, so please be on the lookout for that.

In addition, ensure that all of your week one private conversations were reported on the page, and your week two private conversations are reported on that page. If you'll be taking anything from locations, please report that as well.

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[tothemaxwell]

[Hm!

Wordlessly, Milla runs directly in the direction the volley came from.]

[autocatalysis]

[ wait what why are you running at the gunfire you crazy spirit

after a moment of hesitation that barely lasts a split second, he's following her to what, try to make sure she's covered? that she doesn't get herself killed? hope this doesn't end poorly? ]

[tothemaxwell]

[Another volley whistles by, but Milla seems to be either extremely lucky, or... extremely good at dodging gun projectiles. It doesn't bear thinking about, because a moment later, she's full-on throwing herself on to the besieging gunners.

Incredibly, this is a tactic that seems to be working in her favor—at close range, the guns are largely ineffective, and they seem to be having a lot of trouble beating Milla to death with them while she's juggling them with repeated slashes and stabs.]

[autocatalysis]

[ of all the ridiculous, reckless, and unfortunately and admittedly somewhat impressive things to do,

julius sweeps through and incapacitates a few gunners who'd looked to be attempting to flank them before: ]

Weren't you the one who said we should make this quick? We have the scroll already, there's nothing left here for us!

[tothemaxwell]

You think they won't follow us? Besides, they will need to be taken care of someone within this battle—we are here, now, and that someone can be us.

[Case in point: she skewers a gunner clean through, flicking him off her blade, before moving on another target.]

[autocatalysis]

You think we won't attract even more of them, like this? The longer we stay the more we invite further complications.

[ the boy doth protest too much, maybe, considering that he whirls around to- well, it's any of the severed jugular, carotid, or gut wound that will end up taking care of that particular infantryman- face down the targets she isn't taking care of.

this isn't a position he much cares to be in for long, though, between keeping an eye out for traps, the current enemies around them, a perhaps not all that surprisingly battle-eager lord of spirits, and possible reinforcements, but this is where he's at and he'll do the best with it that he can.

(missed by him, unfortunately, a gunner takes aim.) ]

We'll take out this party, but after that we're going back and returning this scroll to whoever the acting commander was that we saw before.

[tothemaxwell]

Hmph. I don't think they'll pursue us so eagerly after this.

[Stop talking and start slashing, kiddo. You're missing the gunner to your left—who Milla does not miss, and dashes at.]

Julius! Get down!

[Her brutal downward thrust comes exactly as the unfortunate footsoldier's gun fires, a direct line at Julius.]