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

[originallutece]

She won't write about me. Or at least: she won't write anything so smutty about me.

But the stain on your soul will last an eternity, my dear.

[maddogs]

Damn. That's cold.

[originallutece]

So am I.

[But she's smiling as she leans down, kissing his forehead. It's a very sweet gesture, which is somewhat ruined when she adds:]

Anyway, if anyone was to blame for my lost virtue, it's Nishitani, not you. Rest easy.

[maddogs]

[ it was sweet but!! wow!! he laughs, though. it's nice, in a lot of ways, that she's willing to be physically affectionate with them now. especially because it's her. ]

Bet he'd take that as a compliment.

[originallutece]

I'm certain he would, if he thought for a moment it was true. Alas, I informed him weeks ago that was very much not the case.

[maddogs]

Obviously, 'cause ya got Robert.

[originallutece]

Well, yes, but . . . actually, technically, not him either.

[maddogs]

Oh yeah? Ya wanna tall me about it?

[originallutece]

You want to hear about it?

[maddogs]

If it was someone ya liked, otherwise nah.

[originallutece]

[She laughs again, soft and startled, and shifts just a little, making herself comfortable against him.]

I liked him well enough at the time, although looking back I find him insufferable. But at sixteen, I was . . . he was very charismatic. Very charming, and very proud. He found me fascinating, not only for my age but because I was sharp-tongued. And he flirted enough that I finally took him up on the offer.

Unfortunately, he talked more than he delivered. Henry Standish believed that because he knew how to fuck in two different positions, he was an expert at sex. His friend was no better, but at least Charlie didn't have an ego.