Week Three

[letsplayamod]

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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Quark's Bar

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[markofnobility]

Weapon and armor maintance is something I consider a pass time, I am used to focused tasks.

And I doubt I could find you boring.

[stringup]

[ ...Did she hear that right? Huh? HUH???

She must be imagining things, clearly. Or at least it's just Ferdinand opening his mouth and saying shit she ought to dangle him over a cliff for, nothing meaningful.

That would be fine and well except when she opens her mouth her voice is like three pitches higher and much louder due to sheer bafflement and fluster. ]

WHAT.

[markofnobility]

[He startles slightly from her shock, big amber-brown eyes blinking in befuddlement before laughing slightly]

Is it really that unbelievable?

[stringup]

Yes?! I mean, everything that might even count as interesting about me is the sort of interesting in a not great way! Do you even realise how you sound like?

[ Don't mind that her voice is also mildly speeding up. ]

[markofnobility]

[he huffs slightly]

It is not as if I am lacking for company even in our small group. If I did not enjoy your company I would not seek it out!

[stringup]

I-I...sure, but...

[ ...Maybe she really did just imagine it, considering how Ferdinand is just proceeding like normal. Or maybe that's just Ferdinand being Ferdinand.

Ugh, why is this getting her all worked up? ]

[markofnobility]

And I do think you are very interesting! Even outside the cat eye and metal legs! Though the eye IS very striking I will admit-

[Ferd, stop]

[stringup]

What are you even looking at my eyes for?!

[ Velvet, that is besides the point. ]

[markofnobility]

...because you should look people in the eyes when you speak to them...?

[halp]

[stringup]

You—do you even realise how you sound like, complimenting people like that?

[markofnobility]

A man who always speaks truth never has to worry about what comes out of his mouth.

[stringup]

[ Please hold, Velvet is just...putting her face in her hands. The sound of her sucking on her teeth is something else. ]

[markofnobility]

[He can't help laughing a little because it is very cute]

I'm sorry! I did not mean to embarrass you!

[stringup]

[ That just makes her more embarrassed. ]

By Pasiap's swinging jewels, I should just hang you from the cliff—

[markofnobility]

[He laughs even more- he's used to Hubert's threats, this is just charming in comparison]

Do not do that! We would have to have a trial!

[stringup]

[ She is so tempted to cover his mouth just so she can shut up that damn laugh— ]

You would've earned it.

[markofnobility]

Perhaps, perhaps! A honorable death none the less.

[he reaches out and takes back the teacup]

I do mean it though- I will not creep about while you work, but I would like to see the outcome. And in turn I can make you some more tea with this fine set. Such lovely things should be used, after all.

[stringup]

[ "Honourable death", as if any death caused by her could be honourable. Tch. ]

...I was thinking of making a different sort of doll, but if there's suitable wood here, I suppose I can make another tea-serving doll.

[markofnobility]

Make what you wish! It is not as if I am commissioning you- a patron of the arts I may be, the tokens do not seem a fair compensation for such a thing.

[stringup]

They aren't.

[ Like, no offense meant to Quark's business venture otherwise but tokens definitely aren't suitable compensation for her work. ]

...But fine, if you insist.

[markofnobility]

Very well!

[He gathers all the set together, standing up]

I will leave you to your collection. Before you really do dangle me from a cliff.