WEEK 6

[bathymetric]

Another week, another three lost - and this time all to one murder case. And that's to say nothing of the execution, or whatever went on with that ouija board that still sits in the library... strange things are afoot in the facility, and some of them not even your captor seems fully equipped to explain.

The other of the two doors in the main living area finally opens after another lost Saturday, and what lies beyond is... strange, to say the least. Looks like there's no shortage of changes, even in the architecture. It certainly seems like you should have gotten something like this before the water park at the very least, don't you think?

Angel's still out and about at night, if you want to be found. And who knows what else you might find if you're out alone? Apparently, you might have a ghost on your hands.



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[ooc: Welcome to Week 6! If you want Angel or to try your hand at the ouija, please make sure to note in your toplevel, same as an investigation! AC is over here, regains are here, and, well...

You've all got a new app on your devices! Use it wisely. ]

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[archboxer]

[Rhea only showed up at the meeting because of Mira. She leaves early. As always she's been wearing her sword but a new addition is on her arm. Guess this is a Pokemon game now because she has both a sword and a shield!

She first goes to the woodworking shop. She grabs a bunch of planks and chunks of wood. Like big pieces. Hopefully no one needs them!

She's heading for a place someone wouldn't think to look for her. That's right. The graveyard. Er. Fossil room. The anger of it existing plus the motive will make it a great place to train. Nothing like desecrating the remains of dinosaurs with shattered pieces of wood.]

That damn Hresvelg girl--!

[Later, she's going to go to the memorials and... start talking with Seteth's portrait. Actually, talking is being kind. She's yelling at it.]

Fossil room

[bolderfell]

[Of course he wouldn't think to look for her there. It just so happens that he saw her exiting the wood shop. After Nova and that whole kerfuffle with the grappling hook and but who else could have carved it, he's kinda. Well. He's a little sensitive, now, to others pulling from the workshop's stock. Therion follows Rhea as only a thief can and watches her go to town with her sword from the safety of the hall.]

I can go back for more if you need.

[He offers it neutrally. He doesn't really want to get too near Rhea after the Therion Check, but something's gotten under his skin this week. The group's reaction as a whole to the Professor's offer bothers him more than it has in the past.]

[archboxer]

[She probably wouldn't have noticed even if he wasn't a thief. To say she's in her own head might be an understatement. She doesn't seem present.

The sword makes simple work out of the borrowed wood. She doesn't even seem to notice when she misses and the blade goes bouncing off an exihibit or the floor. It's only his words that makes Rhea stop. Her muttering grows silent.

It's a good thing he's in the hallway still. She turns around with a speed he's familiar with, blade raising. Foe? Friend? An agent of the traitorous emperor?

No. This wasn't Fodlan, was it? Recognition comes slowly as she lowers her sword.]

Therion. [She says his name quietly, reminding herself of the present. Yes. Just Therion. A thief but not an agent.] ...Thank you. Yes, I could use more. I apologize. I was... [Rhea glances around at the mess. Ah.]

Distracted.

[bolderfell]

[In the terrible moment before she stops herself, he visibly flinches and takes a half-step back, even as far as he is out of her reach. It's another few heart-pounding moments before he nods, stiff and wary.]

Right. I could see that. Be back soon, then.

[He walks at a slow, meticulously measured pace back the way he came to collect more targets for Rhea's wrath that aren't him, trying to shake old memories out of his eyes.]

[archboxer]

[That was bad. Wasn't that why she was out here in the first place? So she could vent her frustration without causing harm to her fellow prisoners? By the time he returns, she's slipped the sword back into it's holder and is trying to clean up the area a little so she could start once more.]

I did not mean to do so. [She apologizes once more when he returns. She couldn't let her mind wander here. Not when a surprise could end up disastrous for everyone.]

[bolderfell]

I know. It's fine.

[If he sounds somewhat short, still, at least he's not shying away from her. He carries his armload of wood her way.]

Where do you want this?

[archboxer]

[It's a relief he's talking to her at a ll after the... Therion check.]

There should be good, Therion. [She clears her throat. She needs to think of something else to focus on.] Did you find the scroll?

[bolderfell]

[Down goes the wood with satisfying, solid noise. He knows a thing or two about having to stay grounded in the present.]

Yeah. Very fine work. It'd fetch me more than a few leaves at Grandport. [He straightens and brushes his hands off.] You really wanted it gone that badly?

[archboxer]

[They trade in leaves??? Okay you know what, you do you.]

It recounts an old failure of mine. [She tries to focus on moving towards the wood to set up some more training 'dummies'.] No doubt you noticed the white creature on it.

[bolderfell]

[We can't all just find bullion lying around on the corpses of our enemies and trade in pure gold, Rhea!]

The dragon? Of course.

[archboxer]

[Leaves, though?]

That is a drawing of me.

[She did say she was a dragon.] My other form.

[bolderfell]

[It's just the name, gosh.]

...Is it a good likeness?

[archboxer]

Overall? Yes. A little smaller than in reality but artistic license, I suppose.

[It still was huge though.]

portrait!!

[nothingcanstop]

[ Well...... Oh Dear. ]

Uh... U-uh... Rhea...?

[archboxer]

[It's... an argument she's apparently not winning.]

You said that--

[Wait. Who was that?! She turns her head--]

...Della?

[nothingcanstop]

[ She's not very close. But, as Rhea focuses on her, she gets a little closer. ]

Yeah. It's me. Who...are you talking to, Rhea?

[archboxer]

[She gestures at the portrait. Seteth.]

I am merely asking him why he felt the need to lie about the future.

[nothingcanstop]

[ Ah. ]

What did he tell you?

[archboxer]

He told me that a war was brewing and that I had been missing for five years due to it.

[That she knew from day one.]

Seteth forgot to mention certain details.

[nothingcanstop]

[ Ohhh... Okay... That's a lot. ]

What...kinds of details?

[archboxer]

That he abandoned the Church during the war.

[This... this is going to be a lot, Della.]

[nothingcanstop]

[ There's a few things to unpack here!! ]

Ooookay. Alright, uh. How's that... Is that what the Professor's envelope told you?

[archboxer]

It told me what happened after it.

[You asked!!]

That... I would rather keep to myself, for now. Please.

[nothingcanstop]

I'm- I'm not pushing, I promise. [ She holds up her hands innocently. ] ...You know with no doubt that he left?

[archboxer]

I know, Della. I was not accusing you. [It's okay, she understands.] 'Abandoned' was the word choice the Professor used.