week eight: mingle

[cyclists]

Week Eight
9 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 three large, swirling masses grey in color looming near the sakura tree. These swirls cannot be approached just yet, but seem to be locked and waiting for something more. Later in the day, if those in the village approach the third mass they will find themselves in a version of their home world. This world is completely void of people, but seems to be just as they last remember it. No darkness will be found in this world as well.

As the last member of the village enters the hall, they will find Lune and Sol at the head of the room. They don't speak immediately, but wait for all to settle.



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[papawolf]

[ He knows. He knows what it means and how much faith they are putting on Lune and Sol.

How much they are putting on Shess. He gives a nod. ]

Understand.

[ He realizes what else might be happening here. ]

Have you ever killed someone before?

[doublebladed]

[There's a pause.]

There isn't an easy question for that. [He looks up then, curious yellow eyes blinking a bit. Weird.] And maybe it's not the one you should be asking either.

sorry DW wouldn't let me on for hours :<

[papawolf]

[ V. Weird. Roxas have you been sniffing darkness. ]

What should I ask then?

no worries!

[doublebladed]

[Yeah, corruption does that to a person.]

If we're going to do this the easy way, or the hard way. [There's another little smile, but this time a bit more malicious than before.] So what'll it be?

[papawolf]

[ Spoilers, both ways are hard. Especially since Roxas looks like he's around one fifteen? Sixteen?

There's a pause before he nods. Tapping over the spot where he should stab to make it quick. ]

I won't fight.

[doublebladed]

[Oh? Well that makes this much better, doesn't it. Later, when he's in his right mind, he'll have to apologize but right now this is just completing a mission that was given to him. He nods, taking a few steps back and summoning a sword into his hand.]

Supposedly, when this is over, the one who'll be left standing will find a way to bring everybody back. As long as he stays alive, that is. [He tilts his head though.] Any last requests?

[papawolf]

[ Thinking about it and then picking three cue cards out. One is a rectangle with a conversation about bread not counting as a meal written out. One is the hedgehog drawing. The last is the word Hug done in Naminé's handwriting. He'll fold them and then offer it over. ]

Keep these safe for me.

[doublebladed]

[...like he doesn't recognize Naminé's handwriting. His expression falters for a moment, but...he shakes his head.]

I'll give them back next time I see you. [And he'll tuck them into his pocket.] You should get to keep them.

[papawolf]

[ He finds another card to show ]

Thank you

[ Then he'll close his eyes and give a nod. Go ahead. ]

[doublebladed]

[There's a nod back, and soon a quick flash of light appears as a sword materializes in his hand. The weight is familiar, grip certain, and he gives Feral another thoughtful look for a few moments.

A job well then, perhaps.

Without hesitation, he strikes straight through Feral's chest, right on the spot he indicated and pierces his heart. He leaves the sword there for a moment just to make sure, but there's a look of relief on his face all the same.]