Week Three

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A new week rolls around. You are three people lesser than you were at this time last week. No owls mark the horizon, or tall goddesses stroll the pavilion. Wherever Athena's gone, it seems her promise to return promptly hasn't met with success... or worse.

What's more, Typhon's presence now looms over the island. His twisted game now fully realized: if you really wish to leave here, you'll need to get away with murder, and one of your own already failed and reaped the consequences. There's no change for Crito or Sayo's statues on the pavilion. They simply stand silent, watching the rest of you go about your lives as fresh godlings.

It's not all bad, however. The clouds that marked the sky as near-perpetual overcast have started to wane. Stars and sunlight have started to peak through. Within the temples, the strange force keeping you from taking those mysterious stairs has finally vanished. You're free to move to the next level of whatever this shimmering palace has to offer.

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Tuesday

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Motive - Sublime You for Your Act of Crime

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[A crack of thunder heralds the coming of Typhon’s booming voice on this Tuesday morning.]

You’ve managed to hold on for another week, despite your losses. Regardless, it seems it’s time I hand down another ‘gift’ to you… One that I’m sure will entice.

[The weather rumbles in contemplation as Typhon continues.]

The fates of Man are said to be irreversible, but the gods toyed with them all the same, and paid the price. You, surely, would like to do the same, given the chance.

If one among you manages to get away with their dark deed, I will allow you to reverse an event from your past of your choosing. It will be as if it never happened. The same cannot be said for what transpires here, haha!

[The weight of Typhon’s voice recedes, as do the clouds. It’s a nice day again.]

[raisethemoon]

[ Luna frowns reflexively, an expression that starts to edge more towards thoughtful. Perhaps, a little confused. ]

What would that even do...?

[ That's so much history to be rewritten. The idea of it is at least as scary as it is...anything else. ]

[cannotunravel]

...I can't think of anything.

[Misane has no regrets nor anything she'd like to revert. She just shrugs]

[tailoredfate]

How can we even be sure you have the ability to grant us that?

[So much talk from a being who, at most, can create monsters and open holes in the ground. Certainly not something she would believe could rend time and space.]

[sweetsynergy]

[Vanity frowns at the sky, arms folded, as Typhon speaks. And then goes on a bit of a face journey as the motive is actually handed down.]

[It ultimately ends on a mask of vaguely annoyed neutrality.]

Like I need your help.

[She turns and stalks back towards her room.]

[rockymountaindie]

[ Alex goes completely still. There's only one thing. One option. One idea.

But... But would that even... Would it even allow— ]

Screw you.

[ He feels particularly attacked right now, so. Extra harsh, there. ]

[markofnobility]

Alex... it is unlikely he has such a power, or he would have used it to... I do not know, kill Athena before she came for us or any other dozen options. Do not let yourself be riled.

[yourheroine]

A chance to reload...

[Aoi stares at the clouds. Isn't there something that she wanted to roll back?]

That's...out of Aoi's control now.

[catsgothistongue]

[Shit.

Hearing that proposition booming overhead, all Ranma does is stare daggers at the clouds. Like if he glares long and hard enough, some divine intervention will swoop down and put an end to him.

That if he can focus his anger at this bastard, his mind will ignore itself as it races through the staggering list his brain is conjuring in his head.]

Tssk, like I haven't heard that a million times...

[markofnobility]

[As Typhon recedes:]

Would you stop that, it is scaring the horses and my wyvern!!

[Rude titan!! Think of the horses!]

[phototraces]

They’ll calm down in five minutes!

[fillets]

[ What if she, knowing what she does now, allied herself with a living Luciela and took that woman out? No, what if that woman had never awakened at all—or what if that man from the North hadn't? What if he was never made a warrior to begin with? Does that count as a part of "her" past? She must have been alive, so perhaps...

Ambitious what-ifs come over her and are replaced by new ones just as rapidly, gnawing at her mind like the hunger pitting her stomach, and before even one of the thoughts can be finished to her satisfaction Typhon is vanishing again. ]

I'm getting quite sick of this leaving without letting us so much as get a word in, you know.

[atu709]

"Another week," he says, not four days after the trial.

[ the offer is... something, though. ]

One would think, if he held power over time, that he would have used it for himself at some point.

[markofnobility]

Exactly! For being on the level of a god he certainly seems reluctant to show off any of these powers he claims to have.

[Outside, you know, undead armies and pits to hell]

[phototraces]

That’s… that’s impossible, right? [Wendy stands stock still as the words reverberate around them.]

[stringup]

[ Velvet's face goes through an entire journey during this announcement. For the most fleeting of moment, there's a look on her face that one might describe as hope, but it is near instantly snuffed out right after. The one benefit (and curse, maybe) of knowing sorcery is that she already knows one of its main principles:

You can't undo what has already been done.

...And if even the gods can't overcome that, this Titan sure as hell can't, either.

After a long moment, she straightens her back, and goes about her day as usual. ]

Fucking Titan.

[eeeonetwothree]

[ Omega stares at the place the Titan’s voice is coming from, getting his readings, cataloging them, saving them, before looking at everyone else. ]

YOU DO NOT NEED TO LISTEN TO TYPHON. NONE OF YOU DO. WHEN THIS IS OVER, YOU MAY COME TO MY WORLD. WE WILL LOCATE THE TIME STONES ON THE LITTLE PLANET AND USE THEM TO CHANGE WHATEVER YOU WISH.

[necromants]

[Zvei is quiet for a very long moment, staring at the space approximately three inches in front of his face and not really reacting to anyone else's reactions. And then he simply shrugs it off, the usual easy smile slipping back into place as if that didn't just happen.

If gods don't have that power, then neither does Typhon.]

[pariunt]

[There is one thing he desperately wishes had never happened. Oh, does he.

He'd also managed to predict the Titan trying something like this when he'd been joking with Zvei about what Typhon could possibly try next. For him to actually offer it...

Astarion shakes his head and walks off without a word.]

[literarybehemoth]

...That seems like it would create a paradox, though.

[...listen, he's here to be really pedantic about the whole thing.]

I suppose the divine are beyond mere concepts of cause and effect, but... presuming you did succeed, there would then be no reason for you to take the incentive...?

[brokenhabit]

[ Oh. That’s…

A memory replays over and over in her head, anchoring her to the floor. The flowers at her feet usually full of life all start wilting. ]

He… He couldn’t…

[ What power does a Titan have to undo that…? ]

[taintedfayth]

[Only one event? How laughable. No, reversing a single event wouldn't change anything in the end; his fate was inevitable, inexorable from the very moment he was born.

His entire life has only served to convince him of that much.]

investigation

[fillets]

[ Well, that sure was a motive to commit murder. Nevertheless!!

A few hours after Typhon dissipates, Riful emerges from her room in different clothes from that one goddamn dress she's always wearing. She's got one peplos on, one slung over her shoulder, and, stunningly, sandals on her feet. The reason for this makeover? Maybe it becomes clearer once she passes by the bonfire pit and immediately steps into the mountain woods. She's trying to avoid anyone else on her way there, but for the sake of this not just being a long toplevel with nothing but investigation, feel free to catch her!

Whether or not this bears any fruit whatsoever, she'll be in there pretty much all day. The spare peplos gets draped over a very high branch, just within the forest's edge, just in case. In case of what? Don't worry about it. As for what she's looking for? Energy, baby! She's vibe checking this entire forest! Typhon's signature is what she's specifically looking for, of course, since she knows what it feels like, but she'll take anything. Actionwise, she's going to venture into the deep woods, walking what's more or less a straight path and marking her trail with a series of gouges in trees at around hair-level in case she somehow gets lost. (She does not think she will get lost.) Ever so often, she climbs the highest tree in the area and scans the area a bird's eye view of what's around and beneath her... and then, with her eyes closed, attempts the same for whatever energy might be out there.

In the late afternoon, as the sun goes down, a glimpse of white in the trees might catch your eye. On the branch where the peplos was hanging, Riful is taking a little nap! Her back is against the tree trunk, her eyes are shut, and she looks peaceful. ]

investigation

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[From just outside the woods, Riful will sense the energy of life. An energy older than the ground, older than Typhon, but still similar. Like an offshoot of something else.

Into the woods she goes, and the further she treks, Riful will start to feel a sense of strife within these gnarled trees. They have been through so much anger... so much death.]