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]

[ yeah he can't blame them either]

Some part of you still wanted to live.

[ even if it was just the base animal part]

[stringup]

...Yes.

[ Back then, it felt shameful. ]

Afterwards...I was guided to the Lover's fortress. It wasn't as if I had anywhere else to go. I had to get far enough out of Realm territory before a colleague could retrieve me, so I walked for...I think nearly 2 weeks? Towards the northern shoreline. Long enough that I couldn't stand another moment of living with my legs back then.

[ Ferdinand can probably guess how this led to the prosthetics. ]

...So there you have it. My miserable story.

[markofnobility]

Two weeks...

[ of course he's marched for similar lengths. But on likely very damaged legs? No wonder she lost them.]

... thank you. For telling me.

[stringup]

I just thought...perhaps you should know.

[ Especially since he plans on being with her. ]

Could we go back to our room?

[markofnobility]

Of course, my dear.

['our'. Oh, that does something to him. Would normally make his heart sing. Now it feels like a blade- one he slid into his own breast.]

[stringup]

And...

[ Why's her face red?

Oh, being with Ferdinand has spoiled her, truly. ]

If...you wouldn't be against carrying me...

[markofnobility]

[His eyes brighten- it makes sense, she's been crying, it's been an emotional conversation. But the blush makes it clear this is indulgent too. He pulls away, standing up from the stage... and moves to scoop her up in a princess carry. Even though they are a similar height she is not heavy to him at all]

[stringup]

[ Despite having been the one who asked for it, she still startles a bit at how easily Ferdinand just picks her up, which probably speaks a lot about both his strength and her eating habits.

She isn't sure what she's supposed to do with her hands like this, and ends up wrapping her arms around Ferdinand's neck to steady herself. ]

[markofnobility]

[He grins at that, turning to walk off- they would need the lift; while he COULD probably manage the stairs up like this, he would be pretty tired by the end]

You know we will have to travel quite a bit like this?

[Everyone out and about will see. he doesn't mind it though]

[stringup]

[ Well, that's why this was a terribly self-indulgent request for her to make. ]

...I know.

[ But from how she isn't protesting, she doesn't seem to mind, either. ]

[markofnobility]

As long as you are aware!

[ and off we go! Struting down the hall like he owns it, and awkwardly calling the lift with his elbow]

[stringup]

[ If it gets too awkward, Velvet reaches with one hand to press the button for them instead. But she otherwise doesn't seem too flustered to be in Ferdinand's arms. Content, even. ]

[markofnobility]

[As soon as her hand raises to help he rushes to get it done, probably nicking his funny bone in the process]

A-owow- no, no none of that!! I have things well in hand!

[stringup]

[ Sir. ]

...Trying to show off, huh.

[markofnobility]

Wha- No! You insult me, Ma'am!

[The lift opens again on the 'ground' floor]

[stringup]

Oh, "ma'am"? Not "my dear"?

[ Now she's just being a bully. ]

[markofnobility]

They are not mutually exclusive!

[Huffhuff!! Out they go into the cornucopia area]

[stringup]

It makes me feel a little old when my beloved is calling me "ma'am", still.

[markofnobility]

Very well, my love. My dearest, my darling Vel!

[ heheheh]

[stringup]

Vel is also new...

[ But charming coming from someone who tends to be so stiffly formal like Ferdinand. ]

[markofnobility]

Do you not like it?

[A few people here have used Ferdie, it didn't seem fair to not have a nickname for Velvet too]

[stringup]

...It's cute when it comes from you.

[markofnobility]

[One can almost feel his metaphorical tail wagging]

Heh.

[stringup]

And you're looking pleased like a puppy.

[ So, Ferdinand. What about the door to their room. ]

[markofnobility]

I will have you know I am a full grown hound at least!

[he's a MAN!!... but when they reach the door he pauses with a furrowed brow. Oh... door knob is a bit more complicated than the lift]