week 8

[thecastle]

Week 8

Sunday - Thursday

Whatever hopes you had going into the final trial have been dashed—after the execution, most of you were left with that unfortunate revelation, those bitter betrayals, and a lingering sense of regret over your failures. Even now, some of you may find it difficult to feel joy over the fact that everything is almost at an end. Understandably so, and even if things had been different, there's nothing that would erase your knowledge of the Emperor's ominous warning; a warning you either failed to heed or simply didn't know how to prevent.

In order to get through this new week, you will all need to pull yourselves together and work as a team. Some of you have already begun the process of trying to piece everything together. It's a start, but there's still much for you to discuss. After all, it wouldn't do to just suddenly discard all that information given to you, would it?

This week there aren't any new areas for you to explore. The only change in scenary comes from the sakura tree, and it's one that's hard to miss. The tree stands tall, branches full and lively, and the entire area around it seems that much more vibrant for it. The tree is in full bloom, a clear sign that your time in this castle has come to an end.

Anyone who tries to come too close to the tree will find themselves blocked by a white barrier.

SURVIVING WARRIORS: 9

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Music Room

[godinsolitude]

[Ayumu makes his way quietly into the music room, allowing Hiyono to have her moment of reflection without a word. He instead gazes out over the various paper dolls at the back of the stage, twenty one in number.

.....The castle was so much more quiet now.]

[pseudoregelia]

[It's a short moment. Eventually, she makes to stand - and in doing so catches sight of him.]

Ah. Ayumu... You've come to pay your respects as well?

[godinsolitude]

....More or less.

[He seems... a little somber, honestly. What had started out as a small group of dolls was now a significantly sized crowd. He steps forward to look over them all closely, eyes lingering on a few-- Mako, Senhime, Misora, Mahiro.... Edna, Asch and Natalia.

Had it really only been eight weeks?]

I'm not one for prayer, but...

[pseudoregelia]

...It's a little hard to, knowing the gods we do.

[She'd laugh if it weren't so horrid.]

All we can do is... hope. Hope that they'll find peace, and hope that we can truly escape from here.

[godinsolitude]

[Ayumu nods silently, gazing over the paper dolls for another long moment. He'd actually grown fond of several people here, and some of them had become fond of him, apparently. It... was still a relatively new thing, for him.

It ached. Ayumu curls his fingers of one of his hands into the fabric of his pants, gripping lightly.]

.....I hope they're alright, wherever they are.

[He really, really did.]

[pseudoregelia]

...Well, that's what they keep telling us, isn't it?

[That they're still there, in some form.]

...I hope they can communicate with us again. Even if it's just one last time...

[Is it selfish of her? Wanting proof that some piece of Misora remains even now.]