Let's Play A Murder ([personal profile] letsplayamod) wrote in [community profile] letsplayamurder2025-08-10 03:15 am
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Week Six

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: (132)

[personal profile] markofnobility 2025-08-22 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
So, your friend.

[Sorry babe, he knows you wouldn't bring her up if you were not fond of her in some way. Not when speaking of happy things]
stringup: (velvet29)

[personal profile] stringup 2025-08-22 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)
...It feels weird to call someone who's practically a child a friend.

[ But like. She's not not a friend, either. Maybe more like a younger sister. ]
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[personal profile] markofnobility 2025-08-22 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
I suppose it is a bit different. But you know what I mean.

[her hair finishes unwinding, and he starts running his finger through it]

I would like to talk about smithing with someone from your home though. Learn the differences. I have already picked up much from watching you work.
stringup: (velvet100)

[personal profile] stringup 2025-08-22 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Velvet silently leans into Ferdinand's touch. Her own hands have settled closer to his shoulder, fingers brushing against the sides of his neck. ]

She's normally quiet. So quiet that sometimes we look away for five minutes, then next thing we know she's disappeared to heaven knows where and there's a fifty-fifty chance we find out where she is because some incident has happened.

[ She sounds only somewhat exasperated. ]

...We can't help but worry, since we're certain she's actually rather contemplative, yet she doesn't express herself much. So I think it'd be good for her to talk to someone who's especially interested in something she knows she's skilled at.