WEEK 6 - LOBELIA

[foundationmods]

Six weeks.

They had been here for that long, and still...the game was continuing.
Yet, it felt like they were finally about to reach the end of it...
Just a little longer. 🗈

Still, things were just the same as they had been the past few weeks.

The goats and servants were still around, and so too were the witches.
Yet, it felt like this week would be the week they would finally get all the pieces to the puzzle.
But...could they solve it?

Only time would tell.

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Comments

[goldenmaniac]

[He gasps when he sees this new Sherlock-

-which makes him choke and gag cuz lungs full of various smokes]

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He puts out the cigarette, the opened windows left by others is helping to dissipate the smoke, thankfully so Takumi won't get a contact high?]

Aiba Takumi, I presume?

[goldenmaniac]

That's right. I'm surprised, up 'til now there's been a pattern on who is a servant and who's a demon.

[His voice is still a little wheezy from the smoke, but he's too interested to leave just yet.]

[improbablenotimpossible]

Extenuating circumstances. The culprit is replacing a servant, so another vessel has to be picked keep things balanced.

[goldenmaniac]

...would you have been in Wheatley or Anon normally? It would be hard to smoke as a robot.

[improbablenotimpossible]

Yes.

[He makes a face]

That machine even with chassis would be far too restrictive for my liking - the smoking is simply... hmm - an 'essence' of this vessel.

[goldenmaniac]

You know, he kicked that habit. If Sherlock backslides because you used drugs in his body don't think I won't kick your ass!

[Like a chihuahua threatening a grizzly bear]

[improbablenotimpossible]

[His brows raised at the sudden change in the boy's demeanor, seeming to be more interested]

Aiba. So this one is important to you?

[There's no malice in his voice, just a simple query]

[goldenmaniac]

He saved my life. And is my friend. I look up to him a lot.

[improbablenotimpossible]

[The demon's eyes slid closed for a moment]

And you want to make sure they return? To end the game in your favor?

[goldenmaniac]

I do want him and the others to return. But I'm not worried about it: Sherlock Holmes already came back from death once. I am certain he will do it again.

[improbablenotimpossible]

So you K͘n̕͢͢͡o͜͝͠҉̧w͢҉̨́ this?

[The tone was light, amused as he seems to idly study his hand, fingers curling]

I would offer a wager, but if you were to win - you wouldn't have a means to collect your winnings from me.

[goldenmaniac]

I know it.

And my mother told me to never take bets with strange demons.

[improbablenotimpossible]

[There is a sharp bark of laughter, familiar and if one closes their eyes - it might fool someone into believing it's someone else laughing, Someone that is only here physically now]

Smart boy!

[He sounds... genuinely pleased? His tail is wagging at any rate]

Besides, My Lady would no doubt forbid me from doing so.

[goldenmaniac]

Can't really do my job as a Piece if I go and gamble my soul away.