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thefoundation2020-05-10 10:44 pm
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RECORDING 13: THE FIFTH WEEK.

A fifth week in this place begins, with less of your number among you. It's practically routine at this point, isn't it?
Routine, also is the feeling when you wake up - it's clear the Miasma has gotten even thicker. Now everyone is at level 4 - barring the two 'lucky' negators among you, you are all suffering the effects, your eyes flashing a deep, dark purple when experiencing negative emotion.
Any magic that touches the house itself will corrode over time, just like last week. If a barrier is put in place and touches the floor, walls, or ceiling, in a few hours it will be completely consumed by the miasma and fizzle out. Spells or seals will also give off miasma, and healing is still reduced to even the most powerful of spells only healing minor injuries.
You will not be able to save a grievously injured person from death through spells anymore.
The Temperature has taken another dip. It's now in the 50's, and nippy to need a layer or two. As before, the rooms have changed, so hopefully you kept anything essential in the static area.
17 of your number still remain.
...What new horrors await you this week?

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There's no reason to 'miss' me.
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No one really understands some of the things we talked about the same way.
1 / 2
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... at least to me, it felt like there was less confusion, less need to search for the right words--word games aside.
So... I miss that.
And the way you'd tease without it hurting so much, of course. That goes without saying.
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I did understand in some ways... but that was simply an error on my part.
Because even if I understood, the feeling isn't mutual. It still isn't.
Well, you weren't meant to save anyone in the end, Dazai-san. So enjoy hell while it lasts.
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Ah. I should pray for nobody to take the motive, by the way. I'll enjoy seeing our lovely Vessel shoot Yachi-chan dead.
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But like I said before, you're the lucky one, Dazai-san.
[there's something... bitter in her words]
You can still see your dear friend, after all. I'm sincerely jealous. So jealous that I want to kill you. But I won't, because I refuse to give you exactly what you want.
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I don't mind being a stand-in for yourself, but that is the reality of it, isn't it?
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it's pisses her off it pisses her off it pisses her off it pisses her off
just suffer already she wants to scream but she makes the attempt to keep herself composed. or well, as composed as someone who is absolutely livid and just bursting with even more miasma leaking out of her the moment he calls her out, clenched fists by her sides]
Shut up.
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cw: suicide
And I don't feel like giving you the satisfaction of death, Dazai-san. Not yet, anyway. It's no fun if you don't get to watch everyone perish in front of your eyes.
...No.
Them simply dying is too easy.
You need to have the chance to save them first. That's the kind of person you wanted to become, right...? But you won't be able to. And it will repeat, over and over and over again.
That is the kind of suffering you will endure. That is how you live your days until it's your turn.
Only then will you be betrayed once again. Or rather... wouldn't it be beautiful for you to finally be able to experience a lover's suicide?
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he's quiet for a long moment, expression carefully blank, smile slipping off like an actor who's forgot his line, his role is supposed to be a clown.]
... drawing from your own world's Dazai... is it...
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Dazai-san. I never stopped.
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[taps her chin, as if deep in thought]
Nah.
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No. But it doesn't mean I won't stop, Dazai-san. Why would I?