Week four

[letsplayamod]

Two more of your fellow gods, your companions, your friends, have met their end together. As you turn in for the night, and a new week dawns upon you, it's starting to be a bitter experience. Just how much of this will you be forced to take?

But all isn't just despair. The morning is brighter than the last. The storm clouds that previously plagued almost every day have dissipated, and this week brings plenty of sun and a friendlier breeze. Not to mention, another floor of this strange temple has revealed itself. Whatever lies within is your domain, not Typhon's. Keep it tight in your grasp, because you never know when you'll lose it.

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[stringup]

...I can't say for sure, but probably there are some other people out there.

[ Or else they wouldn't be any point in trying to save a dead world. ]

[markofnobility]

Something worth saving at least.

[He rubs the side of his head and through his sweaty hair]

I feel... if we could see more of what was at stake, maybe these threats and baits would not turn us so easily. Did Athena assume just the promise of power would be enough?

[The kind of people that would work on are not the people that would stick it out under such oppression as Typhon, that is for sure]

[stringup]

I don't know. Trials and temptations are the tools used to break even great people.

[ She would know, considering her experience. Sometimes, people think they know where their line in the sand is until it's actually put to the test—only to be found wanting. ]

But I wouldn't expect a god to have thought it all through, either.

[markofnobility]

I suppose she did not know Typhon was coming. If we had just continued as it was the first week... who knows?

[stringup]

Less dead people, at least.

[ Probably. Most of them don't seem the type to resort to murder unless pushed, but she could be wrong about that too. ]

[markofnobility]

At least.

[He stares out over the sea from the open platform... then huffs]

Sorry, I was not intending to become so broody!

[stringup]

What are you apologizing to me for?

[markofnobility]

I am sure you did not stop by to chat only to have me be so dour!

[Ferdie you're allowed not be On all the time]

[stringup]

You know who you're talking to, right?

[ One of the most morose people here, even. ]

[markofnobility]

... okay. Fair. But all the more reason to maintain a good energy, right?

[...]

Though I suppose you would not judge me for a bit of dark mood.

[stringup]

I'd be a hypocrite if I did.

[ So, no, she wouldn't. ]

[markofnobility]

Very true! And not just you... the air has been... changed. Since Alex died.

[stringup]

Yeah, well...I think that was the first time we were put to the test and found ourselves wanting.

[markofnobility]

Saints... you are not wrong. And not just even in the trial. We all tried so hard to save him but... nothing worked. Three healers and nothing changed...

[stringup]

...Yeah. And...well, we know how the so-called trial turned out.

[markofnobility]

[he nods, brow furrowing in... not anger. They've seen him angry, largely at Typhon. This is more the growling frustration of the argument in the first trial.]

I understand it. But I am not sure I can abide it. But what else is there to do? Yelling about the injustice of it all is only that here- yelling.

[stringup]

[ Velvet supposes it's a good (?) thing that Ferdinand can still feel frustrated about the unfairness of it all. As for her—she isn't nearly as righteous. Now that it's been a couple of days, the anger she felt during the trial had cooled off enough that there was only disappointment left. ]

...There is something I've been wondering, though.