PC: MIZUKI

[tombtaker]

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W0 - MONDAY

[tombtaker]

[ happy monday!! lucien can be found pacing up and down the hallways, and the emotion rolling off is ............. bad. mostly just the stress reaction of paranoia, feeling like the walls are almost moving. though that's probably just because the other strong feeling is being so tired you want to Die a little. ]

[psynchroneyes]

[ Oh, these vibes are so rancid. ]

Guess the screaming wasn't that effective in the end.

[tombtaker]

Maybe you should have seen what it was like before ... ?

[ lol. lmao. ]

W0 - FRIDAY

[tombtaker]

[ he's pacing again! he's pacing again. up and down the hallways, though this time he's added chainsmoking to the mix. so that's pleasant, I'm sure.

when he sees her, he'll offer the pack of cigarillos out for her to take one. ]

[psynchroneyes]

[





well okay ]

I could find someone who'd have a better time with that.

[tombtaker]

Do you want it or not?

w1; monday

[psynchroneyes]

[ Rec room! Does the TV even have a remote control? I don't know but it does now! Anyway, Mizuki can be found fiddling with it, muttering to herself: ]

No! No more bugs.

[tombtaker]

[ he is just ... watching this happen for a bit? he does not know anything about TVs, let alone remotes, so the concept is something he's having to figure out on the fly. ]

Can't say I disagree ... ?

[psynchroneyes]

[ She starts mildly in place, spinning on her heels. ]

Thank you. Anything you want to watch?

w1; thursday

[psynchroneyes]

[ somewhere down a random hallway i guess! she spots him going down it ]

Oh— Hey!

[tombtaker]

[ if it's been a short while, he'll have at least gotta the worst of his injuries wrapped up and he's changed into something less bloody - he's probably on his way to moving to a new spot to ... avoid crowds. ]

What?

[ WOW!! ]

[psynchroneyes]

[ well, at least she expects this from him by now. ]

I heard something went down at the galley. [ again. ] You all right?

w2; saturday

[psynchroneyes]

[ At some point of the night, Mizuki can be found at Titan's Call, sitting at the bar on her own. She mostly appears to be gazing off a lot, but she does have a cute mango cocktail of some sort on the table. I'm not thinking hard about which kind ok, but it's there and so is she. ]

[tombtaker]

[ hey. he's not a big drinker, but he'll come sit and order a drink himself - something simple, and probably clear. ]

You know I was cursed when you attempted to punch me, correct?

[ HOLDING ONTO THIS? STILL? ON THIS DAY? ]

[psynchroneyes]

[ She gives him a sidelong glance. ]

I thought about that later. Sorry about that.

W3 - MONDAY

[tombtaker]

[ the first thing you feel is pain. The wrenching, wretched pain of skin loosening and freeing the parts of you that sustain life - you can see the magic around you, deep purple and vivid-bright - and you know you’ve made a mistake. She’s killed you. You’re already dead, your mind is just faster than your heart to realize it. Vess DeRogna - Archmage of the Assembly and traitorous bitch - had won.

No no no no— I won’t be made a puppet, I won’t be made hollow, not like this not like this—

But you don’t have time for objections more than that.

For a while, it’s dark.

Then you wake up.


You’re sitting on the ground, in a field - quiet. It’s evening outside, though you don’t recognize the star patterns above your head. There’s the remains of something being packed away around you. A … carnival, maybe. There’s a large tent, half-fallen down, a few caravans to the side. Half of everything is in piles - poles and crates, costumes tossed in heaps. Bits of paper float by on the wind. It’s calm, like the aftermath of a storm.

No one else is around, except her.

“Oh. You’re here? A little earlier than expected. Hello.”

There’s a woman, seated on a crate across from you. She has milk-white eyes, and is much taller than she has any right to be. Then again, when you take another glance, she appears perfectly normal. Smiling, but only a little.

She’s shuffling cards in her hands (two, no, more than two, four, eight, infinite … two), deep red with a golden decoration inked across the back. the ever-swirling ocean blue of her skin is hypnotic, making it almost impossible to know where to look.

“I don’t think I have all of you … do you know where the other part might be?” ]

[psynchroneyes]

[ Oh, that was uncomfortable.

Mizuki blinks blearily, unmoving in the moment, a hint of bafflement written into the expression of her face. ]

Uhh... Which part are we talking about, exactly?

w5; monday

[psynchroneyes]

[ Today at the Omegamart!

... Mizuki can be found sticking her head into a freezer. ]

[tombtaker]

[ valid of her. ]

It's really not that terrible.

[ in fact he finds it kind of nice. infernal rights. ]

I hate the cold more.

W5 - SATURDAY

[tombtaker]

[ he's somewhere quiet, maybe one of the earlier week locations and out of the way - sitting with his journal and smoking, flipping through the pages one by one. He'll look up when she comes in. ]

What?

[psynchroneyes]

[ I vote lounge/deck place. Anyway. Mizuki slinks in, looking slightly pained, before shooting a look at Lucien. ]

Whaddya mean what?

W6 - MONDAY

[tombtaker]

[ presumably some time after chipotle, lucien is hanging out in the preservation biome - on the butterfly floor. ]

Hm?

[psynchroneyes]

[ Mizuki is... gently waving her hand around; it appears there's a butterfly on her finger that won't fly off. ]

—Yeah?

W6 - SUNDAY

[tombtaker]

[ hello hello. he's in the biome again, with the butterflies. at least he's not smoking in here. ]

So, pink mist, flesh walls, escaped lunatics. What else do you need for an exciting weekend evening?

[psynchroneyes]

A dead body.

[ har. ]