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w0, friday (overflow)

[decisions]

[ from here.

but they COULD be useful if they were acids, okay. acids are important. and also great if you don't like someone. anyways. ]

I suppose it's a bit of a waiting game, isn't it... whatever's brought us here has left us here to squirm or flail about. Tch. Lazy, really.

[ he's tired show ur face cowards ]

[ktiseos]

So it is. Honestly, to not provide so much as a scrap of information as to why we might be here...

[he huffs out a frustrated breath. horrible job 0/10.]

[decisions]

Best to become acquainted, I guess. What should I call you?

w0, sunday

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[ what's up! here is a man! with a gun! it's percy!

percy's just sitting in central, once again on the bench he has christened with dark stains from before. he's taking apart his rifle to check it before putting it back together with all the speed and practice of a man who is very familiar with the object.

beside him is a small friend. at the sight of movement, he glances up and stops what he's doing, giving a brief wave. ]

Have you tried this strange magic they've given us?

[ktiseos]

[oh, hewwo again. emet-selch appears to have acquired a weapon as well! it's slung on his back, and yes, it's as big as he is. a little taller. this is surely Fine.]

Only very briefly, but yes. Have you done the same?

w0, thursday

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[ here we are at last, the crystalline apartment on the nth floor, it's actually kind of nice. so nice, in fact, that percy has already claimed one side of the enormous work desk today as his own, a pile of books both where he has his legs crossed beneath the table.

is he enjoying a mentally stimulating read and one of the bottles of fine wine? yes. it is a good night here. ]

This is rather substantial... that's quite a lot to catch up on...

[ktiseos]

[what the fuck i missed tagging this one hewwo

emet-selch is seated on the couch, himself, going through a small selection of books; no wine for him, though. just tea.]

'Tis not the sort of selection I am accustomed to, but it will most certainly do for now. Have you found aught of interest?

w1, monday

[ktiseos]

[library life hell yeah. emet-selch is, unsurprisingly, here with a small stack of books; currently, he's reading one on constellations.]

Occupying yourself here, as well?

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Yes... I was excited to hear that we had more resources, especially books.

[ in his arms, a couple of volumes on... medicine? ]

Mind if I join you...?

w2, tuesday

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[ here we are post last night's sliming in the crystalline apartment. evidence of any mess has disappeared thanks to clean up and percy is perched on some of the seating with tea in his gloved hands. there's a second mug that's piping hot on the other side of the table, just waiting. ]

Sleep well?

[ktiseos]

Ah-- Percy.

[he looks a little preoccupied, actually, as he comes to take a seat; he starts to reach out to pick up the second mug, but hesitates before he grabs it, seemingly thinking better of it.]

-you do not mind, do you?

w2, friday

[ktiseos]

[crystalline apartment... emet-selch is seated on the couch with a cup of tea, reading through his phone. that message sure is A Thing, isn't it.]

...well. Another round in the same manner as last week, it seems.

phew

[decisions]

[ percy is just coming back from seeking out someone else immediately after the mass text message. he just drops himself on the other end of the couch, staring down at the space between his knees, sharp and hard. finding grief is a lot like finding rage, and the two intermingle, leaving him all edges. ]

This is it. This is really the cycle, we're to murder each other one after the other and condemn each other to death until what? There's one left?

[ the indignant tone. ]

We can't let that happen.

w2, post-trial

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[ percy is standing by the keurig machine making tea. as it buzzes along merrily, he is slowly stripping off his gloves, pocketing them and folding his arms, tucking his bare hands beneath them quickly. it's been... a long day. a long trial. and for what?

when he notices emet-selch, he turns, looking up. ]

Do you want some?

[ktiseos]

I would not mind it, no.

[he's noting the way he tucks his hands away so quickly, but just. leaves it, for now, as he moves over to stand beside him.]

...a very long day, was it not.

w2, post-execution

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[ percy is back at the apartment, sat on the edge of the couch. head in his hands, he's just vibing. dissociating? vibing. it's fine. when emet-selch arrives back, he lifts his head up, though his hair looks a mess and his glasses are crooked. ]

Welcome back...

[ktiseos]

-Percy.

[he frowns down at him, brow furrowed his disheveled appearance.]

Does it yet trouble you?

w3, monday

[ktiseos]

[hello percy the bubble can just happen at some point while they are in crystalline, dying over what the Fuck to do with kazunari.

it traps them, and emet has learned not to touch them so quickly after the last few, just scowling.]

--do you suppose we can wait it out.

[decisions]

[ percy looks so.

tired.

of these fucking bubbles already. ]

We don't have the time to wait around in a damn bubble.

[ he frowns deeply, looking down at his hand, he looks bothered. ]

We're to apply color to it, and then the thing will spit us out... of course... there is a catch. [ a beat ] We can't get out without the color, but it will pull something from our memories as an accompanying cost, it seems. You and I will be able to see it.

w3, saturday

[ktiseos]

[hello percy. he comes by, because of course he does, and after entering the archway he just. lingers, a few moments, arms folded.]

Have you aught else to say on the matter?

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[ percy is just. curled up in the corner. very quiet. when he hears someone enter, he looks up, his broken glasses resting on his nose. ]

Chang Geng...

[ was a monster like me. he shakes his head violently, grips it tightly in his hands. he trembles. ]

Chang Geng. I'm sorry... I...

Gods... fucking put me out of my misery already... I can't...

w3, tuesday

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[ there is a loud K-THUNK-THUNK-THUNK and a fwshh of papers that comes from the area where the large desk is, followed by the sound of something like porcelain cracking and liquid spilling.










investigate? ]

[ktiseos]

What in the world-- do be careful.

[he doesn't know who's made this mess and he doesn't care, he's heading for the source, radiating a mix of annoyance at the interruption and an undercurrent of concern.]

w5, sunday

[decisions]

[ stop! apartment time!

percy is just here pouring a bottle of wine into a glass and staring at it. ]

If I see another butterfly again, it's going to be too soon.

[ktiseos]

I do not know what they were thinking.

[he just. sighs, head in his hands.]

If they could not try to end it swiftly--