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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Uh-huh. More sharp things you got, the more opportunities there are for things to go wrong.

[ final destination vibes ]

Understandable, it's certainly better to try to be prepared than for the alternative.

[He definitely thinks Alex is being a little paranoid, but like, it's not hurting anyone, it's fiiiiine, probably.]

Have you been doing this for most of the rooms we've gotten access too? Well, aside from the horses. I don't think there's much of a way to prevent them from accidentally kicking someone.

[pls no horse murder. hurder.]

Uh... Well, I've been doing what I can. Leavin' the horses to Ferdinand, he seems...way more comfortable with them. Went through the gardening shed. Rearranged the training ground. I, uh... I tried to start on the armory, but...

[ ...That place is a little much for him! ]

Ah, yes, the armory is a bit... much.

[Not that he has a problem with it, but he's used to being around medieval fantasy style weaponry.]

I imagine it'll take quite awhile to go through everything in there... Though someone really should make a list of what all is in there... Hm. Tell you what, why don't we look through it together at some point? We can see what's there and what to look out for, and perhaps even get rid of some of the particularly dangerous weapons.

[every time he attempts to help it is just so pathetic, but like. damn it's an Attempt.]

[ Oh but this is so nice honestly? This is what gets Alex to turn away from his repetitive task. ]

Yeah? I think...that'd help a lot. Not doing it all by myself.

[oh!! c: ]

Of course, Alex. I can't say I have experience with all sorts of types of weaponry, but in my line of work, I run into all sorts of interesting weapons. I think I can be a decent help here, at least!

'Least there's no guns... [ grumble grumble grumble ] Just someone to watch my back's appreciated, man.

Ah right, I remember you mentioning them... Devices capable of firing a projectile at high speeds that can kill easily, correct?

[We have like. Cannons? But they're still being worked on, so no guns just yet.]

Uh-huh. I haven't really dealt with them a lot...but, that's what I heard.

[ ... ]

I'm...pretty sure that's what I heard.

Do you think it could have been something else? Are there other things that make similar sounds?

[ He frowns. ]

I... I don't know. It was like a...a big, booming crack. I haven't heard anything that'd sound like that, I... I don't think? [ He's chewing his bottom lip about it. ] Maybe...like the worst, most fucked up thunder?

Ughhh. Usually I don't have this much time to think about shit like this.

It happens right away, usually? Hmm... That is strange. It could be thunder, but I take it it didn't sound like Typhon's usual approach?

[So maybe some kind of massive storm...? Hmm.]

[ He shakes his head. ]

No. It didn't sound like the thunder. Or...or not just the thunder? I-if it wasn't a gun, I mean, and it did sound like a gun.

Curious... We'll have to keep an eye out. Or an ear out?

[Eh, that sounded better in his head.]

Regardless, it must mean that something is going to happen, and we'd be smart to try to prepare for it.

[ A beat. ]

It's still...weird, that you guys are all taking my word for it. Like...that it's not easier to just think I'm crazy.

Well, for some of us, I imagine that there's precedent for such things in our worlds.

But even still, why would you lie to us? There's no reason to believe that you'd make something like this up, when you've been so adamant about helping and doing what you can for all of us.

...It took a lot more death for most everyone to start believing me back home. Even when all I wanted to do was help. It didn't matter that I was right.

Some people care more about their pride - about not being wrong - than accepting help, even when it would save lives. It could have been ignorance and an unwillingness to listen, but even so, it doesn't make things any better. I am sorry you've dealt with such things, Alex.

Their pride and control... [ He shakes his head- but he can't really be mad at Carter. Not after everything. Not...after how it all turned out. ]

...I'd say it's fine, but...ya know. It's really not. Thanks, though. For that, and...for listenin'.

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