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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[markofnobility]

...Oh.

[How embarrassing...]

[stringup]

"Wow, why does no one seemed surprised that we're courting one another and even look at us funny that we thought we were being subtle—"

[markofnobility]

[he puts his face in his hands, whine-laughing]

Saints...

[stringup]

...I really didn't think you'd ever look at me that way.

[ Which is why she didn't pick up on any of it until Ferdinand flat out told her. ]

[markofnobility]

[he looks up, then holds out his hands for her. After how lowly she talks about herself he's not surprised, even if it hurts his heart]

Then I am glad I mustered the courage to be more direct.

[stringup]

[ She reaches over to place her hands in his. ]

I guess we should thank Quark too. If he hadn't told me something in particular, I may not have believed you then.

[markofnobility]

Another crime laid at his feet. If I thanked him again so soon I think he would fire me.

[he leads her to the stage to sit with him, away from the pool]

[stringup]

"No man looks at a woman the way he looks at you and only wants to be friends."

[ She follows Ferdinand, moving to sit next to him. ]

[markofnobility]

O-oh... was I that obvious...?

[stringup]

According to him, anyway.

...And when you confessed to me, I suddenly understood what he meant.

[markofnobility]

Well, it all worked out in the end I suppose.

[stringup]

Only because you were so persistent.

[markofnobility]

I am the relentless type!

But tell me, how was my singing? I am quite out of practice, admittedly.

[stringup]

It's good. And it's obvious you know the song by heart.

[markofnobility]

I know the entire show by heart! It was the first story I remember ever truly loving. Ha... I would play out the final sword fight against the Beast with a stick before I ever held an actual blade. It is what made me fall for fighting and the arts all at once.

[stringup]

[ He can probably tell that Velvet is trying to imagine this... ]

Haha, I should be grateful that's how things worked out, then.

[markofnobility]

[For some people they see The Last Unicorn at like seven and it gives them blue hair and ennui. For Ferdinand it's this]

Oh, I can see you thinking. I'll have you know even as a child I was the best stick swordsman!

[stringup]

Of course, of course. Very important to wield a stick proficiently.

[markofnobility]

Indeed! I had to start early to catch up to Diva Manuela Casagranda.

[Said like one might speak of an idol or mentor. Clear admiration]

[stringup]

So you did want to become a diva?

[markofnobility]

[he freezes, as if caught in a trap he didn't realize he laid]

H-ha... well...

[stringup]

[ She tilts her head with raised eyebrows as if to say, "well?" ]

[markofnobility]

It was a child's dream, I suppose. Even if I was not bound by my noble standing I grew to be too barrel chested to do her parts long ago. Though there are plenty of male roles I am quite fond of... they never really held the same charm.

[stringup]

...

[ She reaches up to tuck a bit of Ferdinand's hair behind his ear. ]

A much better answer than what you told me at the sleepover.

[markofnobility]

... you do have a way of wringing truths from me.