letsplayamurder | Week Three

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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[Not... quite what he asked, but also an answer in and of itself. Zvei remains silent for a little bit, just watching Ferdinand attempt to handle Liora before speaking up again.]

...What do you want to do once this is all over, Ferdinand? With the assumption that we'll find a way to stop Typhon's madness, of course.

[And that Ferdinand will survive it...]

...after this? I am not sure.

[he's thought a lot about it, unlike his 'death']

The proper thing would be to return home and use these new powers to end the war. If I could keep my godhood hidden I could perhaps still take my place as Prime Minister. But... would that even be the right thing to do now?

[Is being a god and imposing himself in such a position even moral?]

Could you even return, given that you died? I'm not entirely sure how that would work.

[Sure, you could say that your injuries were greatly exaggerated or something, but what of the people who literally dealt with your death? What of your friends and allies who were there, or who would have mourned you? Coming back isn't something that's supposed to be possible... so what happens when you do?]

I imagine you'll have quite a few questions for Lady Athena once we've put an end to this. She likely has a far better idea of how returning home would work for you.

...they would probably assume I am a spy.

[He doesn't know about the Argathans outright. But Hubert has many code words and tests for beating infiltration.]

But it is something to think of later.

[A dangerous assumption that could only lead to chaos, regardless of what happens. But Ferdinand seems to want to drop it, so Zvei nods.]

Yes, it wouldn't do to get too far ahead of ourselves. We do still have quite a bit of work to do before we reach that point.

[Hopefully Athena can put a stop to Typhon soon, but...]

[He knows he SHOULD think it through more. But the reality that he may never see Fodlan again is too sad to bear right now.

At least talking has eased HIM enough that Liora finally calms down enough to nose at him]

That we do. And I intend to see it through, no matter what. I hope it is the same for you?

[Ah, an easier topic, something he can settle back into and no longer have to think. It helps that Liora and Ferdinand have both calmed down a bit too.]

Of course! Typhon's certainly put us all through a lot, and I'd rather not allow it to continue any longer than necessary. With any luck, Lady Athena will finish him off soon.

[it's a murdergame, that's not happening.]

All we can do for now is hope and maintain.

[He reaches out to lightly pat Liora's neck]

...would you be willing to escort us to the stables? If she bolts I may not be able to stop her alone and I could not bear it if she hurt herself.

Sure, I'll accompany you, though I'm not certain how much help I'll be if that happens...

[The only real strength he has is via the tentacles and that just seems likely to freak her out even more...]

Lead the way!

Even just being there might deter her from bolting.

[And on they go! Ferdinand still looks very pale and shaky, but at least he is aware and here]

Week Three

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