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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MONDAY

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TUESDAY

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WEDNESDAY

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THURSDAY

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THE WITCH'S FINAL TEMPTATION

[lutea]

[On monday, Nirrti reappears - and all the demons will feel their connection back with her.

She's waiting in the ballroom, as everyone is ushered in - but she looks tired, like she's been crying for a while and managed to get a little sleep in.]

...This is - the final week you will have to do this. After this, no one else will die.

[Though that should be a joyous thing to hear, there's a menacing atmosphere in the air....]

...That being said, I have decided to change things - just for this last week.

You may, of course, kill for me for your own Wishes. However -

I will bring back a Piece to play for every person you kill.

All I ask is that you approach me first, and tell me of who you wish to kill...and who you wish to bring back.

They will completely back in play, at the expense of one of your fellow pieces...ones you have gotten to know here.

[Normally, she'd cackle and taunt them...but she seems much too worn out to even attempt it, closing her eyes before continuing.]

...That is all. It matters little to me if you take it or not.

[And then, just like that....she vanishes in black fire again.]

[keydomhearts]

Do not be tempted by the wish, everyone! We can do this. We only have the final piece left to find. Let's all work together to figure it out!

[cryosurgeon]

[That... that's....

Erhard swears he can feel everyone's eyes on him, their judgement, even if they're not. They must be expecting him to take this. He's wobbling, drained, but still fighting because he's pissed at Natsuno's harsh words and hypocritical hatred.

There's no one here he'd kill. He cares about most of these people, and the ones he doesn't know well still don't deserve death. He already took out his rage on the one who deserved it, it's all gone.

He turns and walks out of the ballroom, not wanting to be questioned or stared at a moment longer.]

dog meet dog world

[keydomhearts]

[ In the morning, Sora is making waffles for anyone who wants it! We have Belgium Waffles, Chocolate Waffles, and ones colorful sprinkles in them! ]

Help yourself! There's plenty.

[ Later on, Sora can be found at the Kennel. ]

Are those dogs?! Whoa! How cute.

[ Already heading inside. He can be found playing with them inside. Either tug-a-war with a rope, throwing a ball or running around with to play chase.

Once he's all tired out, he's taking a nap with them ]

[anonnomnomnom]

[Down by the kennels this beautiful Monday, there's an unfamiliar figure dressed in a scarlet jacket and soft black hat, black breeches. He's blond-haired and blue-eyed and altogether difficult to place, but there's something distinctly familiar about the hairstyle, even if it's straighter and smoother than it used to be and carefully gathered in a braid. The cool and serene look in the eyes is different, and the pleasant smile is altogether too lowkey to be anybody currently still around this murder island. But that's probably not important. After all, there's all manner of hounds gathered in the kennel awaiting visitors, from setters and pointers to a decrepit old bloodhound sprawled out like a blanket in need of ironing in the corner. The hound keeper has a little beagle gathered up in his lap, and raises its paw to give friendly doggy waves at passersby. Who needs God when you have Dog?]

And now for something completely different.

[literalidiotball]

[For anyone looking for any robot servants, they will unfortunately not find any actual Wheatley clones anywhere on the island. However, there is a weird looking goat cleaning up the bar today. He's as tall as the others, but not muscular at all. And unlike the other goats his fur is a silky white, with bright blue eyes aided by a monocle- Aaaand the goat decided to eat the bar rag. Nobody's watching, right?]

[improbablenotimpossible]

[There was a haze of smoke in the sitting room, of tobacco, fog, and the sickly sweetness of opium, the source came from a black cigarette holder held lazily in the hands of a black-clad man, whose face is buried within a book labelled ‘The Devil in the White City’, with only the palest of blonde – almost white hair visible.

From head to toe, the man appeared as if he had left an opera the night before and slept in the tail-coated suit and red-lined opera cloak. Slowly, soon as he notices someone in the room, the man lowers his book, crimson eyes peering through the loose strands of hair, long, black-red strands curled around the man’s pale, thin cheeks, as he smiles toothily]

I see, the pieces have awaken. Good Morning.

[oceanicbutterfly]

Not you, too.

[keydomhearts]

[ Who's this pokemon?

He doesn't even realize it's Anon, but he can't shake the feeling there's something familiar about him.

Checking him over carefully. ]

Hello! Are you taking care of the dogs, here?

[cryosurgeon]

[Erhard just wants a quiet place to go with too much coffee and not enough sleep. The motive isn't helping, he's on edge just waiting for the accusations to fly. He wants to sit and stare out the window and not think.

And his brain gladly shuts down when he steps into the sitting room and sees that demon sitting there.

The coffee cup shatters on the floor. He's frozen in place, trembling.]

[aleph_armed]

...I think that goat's familiar somehow. It obviously isn't that Ambrose that keeps getting into trouble, though...

[literalidiotball]

Mmf? [He looks up at- OH! THIS LADY! And a guest. He quickly spits out the bar rag and hides it behind his back.] SORRY! Sorry! I wasn't eating any rags! Nothing to see here! [... That's Wheatley's voice.]

1/???

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[Well, he was going to take his tea in the sitting room and maybe watch a bit more of that cartoon for children -]

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[...Until he saw that.]

[anonnomnomnom]

[Unfortunately for Sora's PokeGo adventures, even the voice is different and smoother, more refined somehow.] Of course. There can be no true estate without a master of the hounds, after all. I take it you've come to visit my charges?

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[chaoscontrol]

[Erhard seems to have a new friend following him around... the wolf watches anyone who approaches him warily.]

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done

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[-and just fucking about-faces to leave the room because hahahah fuck no he doesn't want to deal with this when it's this early in the morning]

[improbablenotimpossible]

Dr. Muller I presume?

[His voice was warm, with a londoner's accent, as he sets the book aside on top of what looks to be a stack of scholarly journal that is about a foot high without bothering to mark his place in the book.

The demon glances down at the shattered cup, then back up]

You look as though you've seen a ghost, which would be fitting of a manor in this style. Come, let's make sure you didn't cut your hand.