Receive them into a twinkling star

[cethflayn]

[When the remainder of the passengers returns to the ship, Flayn steals away to read what Constantine gave her upon their parting. She reads it, and cannot find it in her heart to burn it.

Well. With the rest of the letters from the dead it goes. They'll all be on her person, now, which is the safest place she can think to keep such precious words.

Quietly, privately, Flayn comes to Lelouch to ask for his assistance, and soon enough pieces of paper with Flayn's lovely handwriting find themselves slipped under your door.

Please come to the Pub on the seventh floor this evening, so we may not spend this dark night alone.

- Flayn





Cethleann

No more hiding.

Between Lelouch actually knowing how to cook, and Flayn being a doggedly determined young lady, the pub is much more hospitable when you arrive. There are homemade snacks as well as...McDonald's milkshakes and apple pies? And all manner of sweets brought over from the various floors of the ship, as if in Jasper's honor. Lengths of relatively subdued fabric have been cut from bolts in the crafts room and laid out over the tables and bar, and there are even some various liquors put out if you feel like getting absolutely wasted. We're all kind of fucking sad at the moment, it's fine. It's fine. Just eat before you imbibe, please.]

Comments

[cethflayn]

Oh - y-you mean, keeping with the theme! [Thinks for a minute.] "Something red", maybe?

[Head, thread, dead, red!]

[magycks]

You'd think, but the color really isn't what gives the doll its power, now is it? It's probably some stupid slant rhyme we won't even guess until it's too late.

[cethflayn]

Well, it was the first thing that came to mind...

[Just going to run throgh Rhymezone real quick..."Something that bled" or "some blood shed" makes sense, and could be possible, but let's not decide on anything concrete.]

Is there a way to determine where those bones came from? Or how old they are? They...not every one of us who has died had bones. [Unless Shard secretly had bones? Or the Kraken burped them back up for use?]

[magycks]

That's the thing -- these are old.

I mean, older than you'd expect if they came from our dead, anyway. [ And just to reinforce this fact, shee continues to sort of hold the bone fragment out for Flayn's perusal! She's helping!! ] Robbing graves is dark magic 101, to be fair, but everything else in the formula seems connected to the doll's target, so...

[cethflayn]

[HAHA THIS IS DEFINITELY NOT PINGING HER SPECIES TRAUMA AT ALL

Flayn's not gonna touch that shit but hey mods can she determine just how old these bones are by looking at them, maybe get an idea of what kind of being they came from? She's specifically wondering if they're, you know, the bones of her people, but confirmation on them not being so would be good too.

Also is there anything etched into the bone? Any glyphs? Symbols? Anything particular about the blood dried on them?]

[bathymetric]

[ There's every indication they belong to the same species as the dead! As for age, probably not more than 100 years or so? And nothing is carved or drawn onto them, no. ]

[cethflayn]

[So like, bone of a dead human for a dead human, then? Still, good to know it's not, like, fucked up Fire Emblem shit.

Flayn releases a sharp breath and nods to herself.]

I think they must match the people who have passed. Chloe is a human, and therefore what you hold is a piece of human bone. Though it cannot be more than one hundred years old. I have seen some very, very old bones that have been through much more duress over centuries, and these are nothing like them.

[magycks]

... The collective room assignments are starting to make much more sense.

[cethflayn]

How so?

[Magica what is your reasoning]