( MINGLE - WEEK 3 )

[abhoth]

SURVIVORS: 36 The sun is shining, the air conditioner units hum as they always do, and a gentle morning breeze blows against the windows. The scent of pine cones and evergreen follow you wherever you go in the motel, save for the parking lot and outdoor pool. It seems like someone was very generous with the detergent while moping the floors. The two grandfather clocks (one on each floor) will ring with each passing hour, indicating the time of day without fail. With this knowledge — they'll note the motel will continue to be surrounded by fog until 8:00 AM on the dot. It is at that hour that the fog will begin to recede. Not enough to reveal the whole city, but enough to allow residents to explore some of the buildings surrounding the motel. And speaking of the motel, it doesn't seem like there's anything out of the ordinary on this lovely Monday morning. How quaint. As a reminder, we are now accepting murder proposals for Week 3! If you're interested in having your character commit a murder this week, be sure to send in your proposal before Tuesday, 9:00 PM EST. Without any murders we can't have a murdergame, so go forth and let the bodies hit the floor! As always, feel free to PM us or send us a PP over plurk if you have any questions! ( quick navigation ) ic rulebook | locations | statuses | room assignments private conversations | ic profiles | graveyard | full navigation

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[rextenebrae]

Monday; Front Desk & Lobby

[ During the day, he can be found looking at the gruesome pictures first, and not because he's necessarily curious or anything, but it's just hard to ignore alterations to at least four pictures hanging on the bulletin.

Then, he'll be by the front desk because he notices the candy bowl before he is able to see what's inside of it. Of course, he doesn't look very pleased. ]

...Their presentations are always so crass.

[ He speaks of both the pictures, and the teeth. ]

Tuesday morning; Museum

[ He's re-reading through some of the historical documents he had initially read when they first had their chance to explore the city. Though, of course, there's nothing really new, and soon, he can be found staring intently at one of the paintings.

When he stops by the wood carvings, he mutters: ]

... of course it's the same as always.

Tuesday afternoon; Botanical Garden

[ For now, it's less exploring and more finding a nice place to read that wasn't his room. He's decidedly brought himself somewhere he believes would be as nice as an atmosphere he would have in the duration of his stay here.

He's sitting nearby the dried up water fountain, since the gazebo wasn't exactly the best place for a reading spot. ]

Wildcard

[ If anyone wishes to create/go for a prompt not listed here, feel free!! I can also be contacted on leyfi for plotting details and such. ]

monday

[nowyouseeit]

[Kaito's at the front desk too, just. staring at the pictures and the teeth with a flat expression. HE'S SO OVER THIS, AND IT'S ONLY WEEK THREE]

Aesthetic, I guess. You gotta admire their dedication to it.

[he says that so dryly]

[rextenebrae]

[ He's Tired and he wants to go home. /end rant

But, honestly...he turns to face Kaito with a humorless smile. ]

Oh yes, it is truly admirable...

[ ... ]

This 'aesthetic' is even enough to make someone feel at home, isn't it?

[nowyouseeit]

. . . uh. I dunno about you, but I don't feel any sense of homeliness from-- [gestures at. everything. the pictures, the teeth, the. everything] -- this.

[rextenebrae]

[ Beat. ]

Well, I suppose I was trying to make a comment with a comedic element to it.

[ Knoll, you have a shitty sense of humor-- ]

It didn't carry across very well, did it?

[nowyouseeit]

[oh my god. he snorts]

You gotta work on your deliver of sarcastic humor, yeah. But it was a pretty decent effort.

[rextenebrae]

Thank you.

[ One day... or maybe never. It's not the first time he's been told that. ]

... Would you like to talk further in the lobby? It feels a little strange holding conversation near a bowl of ... that.

[nowyouseeit]

[gives the bowl of teeth a sideways glance and makes a face]

Yeah, sure. The lobby would provide scenery that's a li'l more pleasant.

Less teeth, anyway.

Tuesday Afternoon

[lohengrins]

[ wordlessly, percival plops down next to knoll. he leans back a slight bit, gauze peeking through the window of his shirt.

still, he has yet to say anything — until he leans in close...only to then pick a leaf off knoll's hood. ]

There was something on you.

1/2

[rextenebrae]

[ Knoll turns his head to look over at Percival, and his eyes easily follow straight to the bit of gauze peeking out.

Percival is safe, of course, so that's what matters. But still--the rest of his thoughts trail off because he notices how close the other man is. His cheeks color, but he realizes soon after his mind lept to an inane conclusion. ]

... There was? It must have landed there while I was reading...but I thank you.

2/2

[rextenebrae]

[ The dark mage then finally managed to turn his gaze, to the book on hand, thinking about the moment, although also a lot of other things. Enough so that he immediately manages to find his voice again. ]

... Lord Percival, might you lend me your ear for a few minutes?

[lohengrins]

[ knoll's fluster is amusing, and he can't quite hide that — a small grin inches across his lips. it fades as he straightens his back upon hearing knoll's request. ]

Very well. My attention is yours.

sorry for the tl;dr

[rextenebrae]

[ He saw that!!

Anyway, Knoll closed his eyes to clear his thoughts for a moment, before he reopened them. ]

When I first arrived here, I was marked by regret. Even if I had done what was necessary to save my countrymen and those beyond Grado…the feeling was something I couldn't leave behind for many reasons. This regret affected me greatly, and even now it still does...

I had not told you at the time, but when you had declared me to be your vassal, I didn't think I deserved such an honor. Perhaps I didn't say so because despite everything I was afraid may happen, it made me feel a little happy...and reminded me of how it was before in a different place, at a different time. Then, you taught me so many things, and I don't know if you know this, but you've helped me so immensely that...

[ His gaze shifts back over to the red-haired male. He smiles slightly, though it somehow seems a bit sad and happy at the same time. ]

I do not know--I suppose I'm quite grateful. You've also done so much for not only me, but for others as well, and it's...admirable. Still, a lot has happened and ... I knew when you returned injured that there was a possibility you may not have come back alive. I considered asking you to be more careful, but I realize I would be asking for the impossible. So, I decided to tell you some things I would have regretted not saying to you, should something have happened, and express to you how I am relieved that you are here right now.

NO these are the best replies to get

[lohengrins]

[ percival listens intently, wordlessly meeting knoll's gaze as he speaks. his expression is level — but once knoll has finished, his lips quirk into a smirk.

a laugh escapes his lips. ]

I'm grateful that you've told me this much, at least. I intend on knowing everything about my vassal.

[ he's being serious. i'm sorry. fingers comb through percival's hair, and they then trail towards knoll's. his fingers enwrap his palm in a firm grip. ]

There's something you haven't understood yet. You are my vassal — and you were another's as well. But you are first and foremost your own person. You must learn to entrust yourself with the same faith you've placed in me.

[ he shakes his head, still smiling. ]

I don't know what you did, but I will in due time. Regardless: you're a good man. I'm certain of that. Squeamish, timorous, passive...but good. I suppose I can understand these feelings — my former commander was my drive before I came to discover one from within myself.

But the past is the past, and for the meanwhile...

[ he laughs underneath his breath. ]

Hmph. I enjoy your company as well.

GOOD

[rextenebrae]

[ Knoll feels himself relieved with that laugh, and he's listening intently, his own fingers coming to gently close around the hand that grips his own. His voice is quiet, almost a mutter-- ]

Should you have questions, there are some things that I would not mind answering.

...I just do not know if I will ever hold such high faith in myself as I do in you.

[ There were so many things he wished to say, and for the first time in a while, he feels as if he may forget where he might be. For just a moment.

He's too rooted in reality to do so, but still. ]

But hearing such things from you is an honor--and a bit of a relief. It really has been awhile since I have been called a "good man".

[rextenebrae]

[ Dramatic, but Knoll thrives on the dramatic... so he considers such words aptly put. ]

With what you said in mind, perhaps it would be truly strange if there was a day to come where they abandoned their macabre tendencies and start to decorate with bright, lively things instead.

Either way, their reminders... are tiresome as ever.

[rextenebrae]

[ Knoll lapses into a silence that is decidedly longer than what is socially acceptable, but he does finally manage to say something. ]

Is that so?

[rextenebrae]

... Yes, I suppose so.

[ ... ]

You're right, please don't mind me.

monday!

[putrefied]

Is it? It's a little funny, I think. They're trying hard to be scary.

[Says the girl who is just. Chilling. Plucking the three teeth out of the bowl to look at them like there's nothing gross about them.]

Hey, mister— Was anyone missing their teeth this morning?

[rextenebrae]

[ ... That is. Unsettling. But, maybe she's a fan of the macabre. ]

Not that I can recall. But, I doubt these teeth belong to any of us who were recently brought here. It was likely from a being that wasn't human.

[ ... ]

By the way...are you sure you wish to keep touching those...?

[putrefied]

[She squints at the teeth, inspecting them closely. When Knoll asks if she wants to keep touching them, she gives him a funny look — like he's missed something obvious.]

They're just teeth, you know. I won't get sick from just touching them, unless the person they belonged to had something wrong with them.

[Like a disease that could be transmitted through body fluids, but. Eh. She's not worried about that, so she holds one incisor up for Knoll to see.]

Do they look like they belong to a monster, then? Like one of those "soulless beasts" the menu talked about?

[rextenebrae]

[ Saya why are you like this...well, it's fine. Probably. ]

Well, alright.

[ Knoll doesn't look away, though the questions make him give pause, as he enters into a moment of contemplation. ]

I was thinking that they do seem rather monster-like, so perhaps they could belong to those so-called soulless beasts. If so, it may be that this creature could have met an end or had a violent encounter with someone.