week 7

[thecastle]

Week 7

Sunday - Thursday

With the loss of two more warriors, the castle has grown even quieter still. Such a thing was always bound to become a consequence of your stay here, though the actual reality of it may be more unpleasant. There's been little in the way of parties, which isn't too much of a surprise given your dwindling numbers, but it's still better than nothing, correct?

As with every other week, new locations have been unveiled for you all to either explore or use to casually gather within. If you've been keeping an eye on the cherry blossoms, you'll note that they look just about ready to bloom. The important thing is, of course, that they haven't. But it's only a matter of time, now.

SURVIVING WARRIORS: 12

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(OOC: Welcome to Week 7 of Ukimiya! Feel free to comment to the weekly top levels and thread as you like, and redeem coins at the wishing pool.

You can contact the sage with your pendants here, and the teishu here.)

Comments

[maddogs]

I fuckin' told him ya'd be concerned about the sheets.

[ real talk. he fishes out a cigarette and hands one over to her. maybe?? that will appease her? ]

[originallutece]

[That confirms it, then: both of them are generally all right. Rosalind scowls as she shuts the door behind her, but takes the cigarette, so . . . yeah, it kind of appeases her. Still, oddly, she holds it between her teeth instead of her fingers, and that's because she's starting to dig through the little pile of her things.]

How hurt are you?

[maddogs]

[ majima waives his hand dismissively. ]

I'm fine. Nishitani jus' needed a good fight.

[originallutece]

With a knife.

[Guuurl . . . Rosalind finally finds her bandages and beckons him.]

Where did he cut you?

[maddogs]

We do it all the time.

[ he shrugs??? and then winces a little ]

Usedta be easier back home. Ya could get all fuckin' bloody in a fight but drinkin' a staminan fixed ya right up! Sometimes fights got ya, but usually wounds just kinda heal...

[ in other words getting hurt in a cutscene is lasting and getting hurt in a street fight eeeeeh ]

[originallutece]

They won't if you don't see to them properly. Believe me when I say I know that firsthand.

[God, how many times had Booker died from not treating his wounds? Well, actually, she knows: six times.

She scoots forward. This is happening, Majima.]

[maddogs]

[ dont hurt me like this. ]

A-ah, Lutece-han, I'm fine really.

[ hes a child ]

[originallutece]

You are not.

[There's nothing unfriendly in her gaze, but it is firm.]

Lie back. You just faced a knife; a little bit of healing shan't hurt you.

[maddogs]

Ya don't know that.

[ he lies back anyway. he likes her so much. ]

[originallutece]

Good grief, you complain more than Robert does.

[And, by extension, she does, but that's neither here nor there. And while her tone is brisk and her expression unimpressed, her hands are fairly gentle as they begin their work.]

And I do know that, actually. Or have you forgotten: first aid is one of my skills.

[maddogs]

I haven't forgotten, I jus' don't need it! Didn't need it all these other times, either.

[originallutece]

[JUST THE MOST UNIMPRESSED LOOK, as blood seeps over her fingers.]

[maddogs]

Don't look at me like that!

[originallutece]

Then stop saying things I'd expect to hear out of a child. You're injured. And while you might be able to walk it off, that doesn't mean you don't need it.

[maddogs]

We're all gonna die anyway. What's one more flesh wound in the process? Shit, it's almost better ta feel it.

[originallutece]

[Her expression stills at that, as do her fingers. Finally, coolly:]

You believe that, do you.

[maddogs]

Sage is gonna use us ta turn him inta god, haven't ya heard?

[originallutece]

Oh, I've heard. I suppose I ought to have phrased that better: you accept that, do you?

[maddogs]

I'm gettin' tired, Lutece-han. Ya shoulda seen Nishitani earlier.

[originallutece]

Believe me when I say, Majima, that I'm not any less tired than you. But if you're just going to lie down and accept it, there seems little point in doing anything. You might as well slit all our throats now and be done with it.

[maddogs]

[ her words definitely startle him past his bravado ]

I couldn't -- I couldn't do ya like that.

[originallutece]

[Her hand slips up, two fingers resting gently against his jawline so she can turn his face towards her.]

No?

[It isn't daring. Her tone has softened.]

It would be faster. And kinder, I think, if you truly believe we're all fated to die here.

[maddogs]

[ he looks at her, working his way through a couple painful emotions before, finally: ]

It would be, but...we gotta keep livin'.

[originallutece]

Correct.

[Her expression loosens. Relaxes might be applicable in another scenario, but frankly, she's the farthest thing from relaxed. But she's pleased to have gotten that answer from him, and her hand slips up, pushing through his hair in something sweet.]

[maddogs]

[ majima leans into her touch, humming a little as he relaxes, too. ]

Lived a long damn time ta stop now.