WEEK 6 - LOBELIA

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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

Library

[improbablenotimpossible]

[It was not intentional, but the demon was there - seeming to be reading a page a second - with a stack of books. Somehow, one gets the impression that despite the lightning fast speed that Caarcrinolaas is going through it that he's retaining every detail.

A lollipop stick is stuck out of the corner of his mouth. For a moment, his eyes peered up, locking onto Kurama, giving a nod of acknowledgement, seeming completely absorbed in whatever he's reading]

[byanyother_name]

[This is apparently his life now. Wonderful. Kurama nods back politely and promptly ignores the other demon in the room as he pulls down math, chemistry, and recipe books and settles in to read.

Well. Ignores him in that way where he is very pointedly ignoring him while being very aware of exactly where Caar is at any given moment.]

[improbablenotimpossible]

Oh. That one has a printing error - the text starts fading after page 127, then becomes unreadable for human eyes for about three pages.

[He calls out as Kurama opened one of the books, while the tone was friendly and jovial, there's still that undercurrent of anticipation as he sets the current book aside and picked up another from the stack he made]

[byanyother_name]

[Human eyes. What a phrase. But it's accurate to Kurama's current limits. With all his demon energy locked away, this body is only human.

He stares at Caar for a moment with a carefully calm look.]

But not to yours, I take it.