Week Six

[letsplayamod]

You've survived, for lack of better wording, the latest week of trials and tribulations. This one had been more costly than most: Typhon's machinations have brought your group to nearly half the size it was when Athena first brought you to this island. Whether it ends with him or with you is still too soon to make out. One thing's for certain. Things cannot be allowed to continue as they are.

Speaking of continuing, the next floor has been revealed to you. Just how far down this island goes is a bit of a mystery, but you get the feeling that you're close to something important. Maybe that thing Athena wanted you to find before Typhon does. You can ruminate on that as you watch the waters below. Waves still lap at the cliffs, but it all seems lower than it did weeks ago. Like the ocean itself is shrinking...

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[stringup]

[ Velvet gives a dry laugh that, in a different situation, might have even come off as humorless. She relieved that he still knows to fear her even a smidgen; he'd be a true fool otherwise. But his own relief fills her with a mix of other emotion too.

Even before her life had taken that fateful turn for the worst, Velvet had figured romance was for other people. It was for people who didn't have to keep a household functional in the absence of an attentive parent or secure their siblings' futures. Something she could only experience through storybooks. She didn't have the time for it, and sure enough, no one would look at a dreary and tired girl in that light.

She still doesn't know what she did for him to love her so, but he has given her so much love with such abandon that he lets her dream, at least a little.

Her thumbs gently stroke Ferdinand's cheeks. ]

I think I got it from you, Ferdinand.

[markofnobility]

Ha... perhaps. I would apologize for it if I was sorry in the least.

[he tilts into the touch like a pleased cat]

[stringup]

You're looking like a cat who got the cream.

[ That is to say, he doesn't look the least bit sorry, even as she's basically rubbing his face affectionately. ]

[markofnobility]

Am I not?

[huhuhu]

Hmm... but perhaps we should go. I fear if the dead are here they have already seen more of our personal business than they should!

[stringup]

Ah, yes.

[ Velvet lets go of his face, but still holds out a hand for him to take. ]

...Though I can't say that I'd hate it if they feel jealous.