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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[nonbelligerent]

[—or is he?

though the impact undoubtedly decimated him...

mikazuki once talked about the lotus, as a flower that blooms in adversity. an apt metaphor for members of other species, but really, most would think of the sura as weeds. hated by all, in a universe that only seems to have less and less of a place for them as time goes on. yet despite being an ugly, unwanted existence, they continue to survive, heedless; weaker and stronger than anyone else.

and, perhaps, among them, there are few examples better than shess.



moments after, within the crater left behind, he rises to his feet on steady legs. bit by bit, skin and bone repair itself. now active, his regenerative abilities work their way through his body, as he begins walking towards ookurikara's corpse. when all is said and done, and the last of him reforms down to his gloves, he looks just as he did the day he arrived here. undamaged.

quietly, an unsealed omamori falls to the ground.]

... That's that, then...

[he's just surprised that it took this long to finally have a reason to use it.

a torrent of wind dissipates the flames before him. reaching down, he gathers the pieces of ookurikara's broken blade. gently, as if they might shatter further at his touch. he'll have to collect what he can of mikazuki's as well, he thinks, before retrieving tsurumaru's. he made his promises. (he would've, at least, liked to be able to say his goodbyes, but it's always too late.)

dimly, it occurs to shess what he would normally do on this day, after waking up. perhaps cinnabar would shyly approach him as they did, or he, milla, and valvatorez would go over recent events and future plans. he, emma, and axel would likely discuss their findings (teasing would be involved, somehow), or he and ookurikara would talk business in a conversation bound to be riddled with awkwardness at one point. he might see mikazuki, and if he didn't, the latter would send him flowers and tea as a reminder that he's there for him.

(shess told him, didn't he? that it was better for him not to be spoiled by the other's kindness.)

this time, he wonders how much longer he has before this farce ends. he has the inane thought that he should check for any creatures that might've survived ookurikara's final attack—oh, but the farm animals should be safe. he might have to feed them, if the day passes without incident. ah, the work to do never ends...

after all, there's no one else left but him.

and as always, he will play his part.

shess is alive.]