WEEK 6

[bathymetric]

Good morning, passengers. Happy Sunday. Happy New Year.

Three more of your number gone - or four, depending on your point of view. But regardless, you're down three bodies. The boat is getting less crowded, week by week. A loneliness only exacerbated by yet another new floor, and yet another section of topdeck. There are almost too many facilities for you to use by now, aren't there? And yet the amenities keep on coming. One of them is even personalized, this time, and perhaps not in a way you're fully comfortable with.

Who knows, maybe if your number falls enough, you'll be able to just exist permanently on the different floors. Might keep you out of the trial room for more than a week.

Are you at the point where you'd settle for that yet?

And if you look to the horizon, out in the distance... there are clouds starting to gather on the horizon this week.




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[ ooc: Welcome to week 6, everyone! Remember to turn in AC here and coins for regains over here! If you wish to get in contact with the npcs, Davy Jones is over here, and The Captain is over here! And as requested, profiles are accessible here. ]

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[jibunwo]

...This is where you live?

[lucky he's at the end of the alphabet!]

I suppose I don't know what I expected.

[cethflayn]

It is where I had been living for...about a year. Then I could not live there again for five years. But it shall be my home once again!

[Fun fact, Flayn's solo ending if Seteth dies is her emerging hundreds of years later to go back to Garreg Mach, where she says to herself, "I'm home."]

You can look into the cathedral here! It is...sadly accurate to the state of things, but it is still very lovely.

[jibunwo]

[rude]

[Zero leaned over to look more closely with his one uncovered eye, frowning in something resembling curiosity.]

What happened to it?

[cethflayn]

The Adrestian Empire damaged it when they made their opening move against the Church. It has sat in disrepair since - and when we returned, we did not exactly have the funds or the people to fix it right away.

[When you look in, Zero, you'll see a creature collapsed on the rubble, while a figure reaches out towards it with an outstretched hand. This one brings a twinge of sadness to Flayn's face. Is this how it happened, then...?]

The woman there is my Professor, Byleth Eisner. And that...is the Immaculate One.

[jibunwo]

...That's a dragon.

[what the fuck]

[cethflayn]

That is one way of putting it, yes.

[Flayn you could elaborate]

[jibunwo]

Your world just...has dragons.

[cethflayn]

It does not just have dragons. It has wyverns as well. Beings like this are more than mere dragons.

[Just, uh. Casually pushes some hair back behind her ear. Look, see, she's not normal. Get it?]

[jibunwo]

[...just. a facepalm and a quiet sigh.]

Is there some unwritten rule that everyone with green hair has to be a mysterious individual of indeterminate age? If she's a dragon, we're having a long talk when I get home.

[cethflayn]

[lol]

I do not think so, no. There are some humans whose hair is a shade of green, where I am from, but it is very rare. [A pause.] I am sorry I took what you said about "clerical errors" and insisted that was the truth.

[jibunwo]

It's fine. Honestly, I knew you were lying the minute you said it.

[because it's flayn.]

[cethflayn]

[shockedpikachuface.jpeg]

Wh - am I truly so poor at deception? I thought I had been skillful this entire time!

[jibunwo]

[That...actually got him to smile, just a little.]

Sorry. I've gotten pretty good at picking out when someone's lying to me.

[cethflayn]

[Oh awwwww

You have bandaged her wounded pride a little with that.]

O-Oh, I see. Well, regardless, I am sorry I lied. With...everything that has happened, I thought...it was most important to be truthful from now on.

[jibunwo]

...I suppose you have a point.

[says the guy who does nothing but lie]

[cethflayn]

[I mean

Flayn hasn't caught on to that yet]

Anyway...the Immaculate One has many names. Not that people realize it, but...she is also Saint Seiros, founder of the Church of Seiros. She is Archbishop Rhea. And she is my aunt.

[Points to the human figure tho]

And that is my Professor, as I think I have stated.

[jibunwo]

[oh lovely, more family troubles]

...So what was it that happened between them?

[cethflayn]

Truthfully? In this moment? I am not sure. [As far as Flayn knows, Jack might not even have it correct - and he doesn't. But that's not here nor there.] Rhea had been injured severely some time prior. She was not likely to live very long beyond a month, and we had gone with her to speak to the professor about becoming the ruler of a Fodlan she had fought to unite. But in that moment, Rhea...

[Flayn shakes her head.]

Something happened to her from her injuries. And the emotions she had been holding onto so long...perhaps they influenced her transformation. We had not known she could still do it until recently, so for it to take hold as suddenly as it did - for her to lose herself completely - we had no choice. We had to stop her, or she would have razed all of Fodlan to ash.

[Seteth had been the one to make the call. Flayn had just...been afraid. And full of sorrow.]

We had to fight her - all of us who were still at Garreg Mach. And after a point she flew off and...fell into the Cathedral. The Professor went after her, but...she had returned to her human form, and died.

[She had finally gone to be with the Goddess - with her mother. Just as she'd wanted.]

We were not able to help her like she needed help, and I will regret that for the rest of my life. But at the same time, it is frustrating. I - I was asleep for most of the time Rhea was suffering, so I could not help her or do anything.

[jibunwo]

...I don't think that's your fault, Flayn. You're the kind of person that would have done anything to help, if you'd been aware of it.

[cethflayn]

Mm. Realistically, I do know that. [But it really sucks to have one of your only remaining family members - one of the last of your whole species - just go up in smoke like that. Flayn is never going to forget it.] I think...Fodlan will be all right, though. Rhea has been in charge of the church for a long time, but now...I think with the Professor guiding us, things can be different. In a good way.

[There won't be Agarthans and there won't be any need for a person to grow as angry and bitter as Edelgard had. Of that, Flayn is certain.]

...Anyway. Those of us who remain cannot change forms as Rhea could. My brother - er...my father and I are stuck this way. My Uncle Indech is in his true form, sleeping at the bottom of Lake Teutates. Literally sleeping. And...if Uncle Macuil is out there, I doubt he is residing as a human. He was not fond of them.