WEEK 3 MINGLE

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WEEK 3

Week three opens like the other two weeks, but when you wake up, you know there's been a change in the area. At first, nothing is wrong - but when you look at any window, you aren't greeted with the cheery sight of the outside - instead, there's just a cold, harsh blackness. Trying to leave out the doors is impossible, too - if you try, you just find yourself back on the couches in the lobby. On top of that....The Staff are beginning to act even stranger, their glitching out becoming more obvious. Sometimes, they seemingly go blank mid sentence and walk away, as if they were reset, and slur or stutter their words.

The weather is...well, non-existent, except for the courtyard, which is still pleasantly snowy. There is still music playing in the halls, and the cover songs continue with some low-key music for the week.

On Monday morning, another memory is returned to everyone. Another piece to the puzzle, one step closer to finding the truth of this place. Yet, it doesn't seem like you're any closer to solving this...

And time still ticks onwards, regardless if you're ready or not.


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[relentlesslyonwards]

[He walks by as Owain's setting up, stopping and standing by one of the entrances to watch. After a couple more minutes of this, Rean makes his way over, his footsteps sounding clearly across the courtyard. The sheathed tachi in his left makes it probably makes it pretty obvious why he's here, too.]

Hey. Were you planning on doing some practice too?

[swordhandled]

I practice everyday, usually outside, but... [ trails off, but his hand falls to one of the swords strapped to his waist ]

Would you like to join me?

[relentlesslyonwards]

[He glances at the 'sky' above them before nodding.]

Yeah, I'd love to. It's felt like ages since I'd practiced with company and I've honestly missed it.

[swordhandled]

I understand that feeling pretty well. [ he draws one of his blades ] Shall we?

[relentlesslyonwards]

Yeah, let's. [He draws his sword with his right, hooking the sheath at his hip with his left before lowering his posture and gripping the hilt two-handedly.]

Rean Schwarzer of the Eight Leaves One Blade school, intermediate level. At the ready.

[swordhandled]

[ owain offers rean a grin, reaching down to unhook the unused blade from his waist and set it down to the side. he takes his killing edge in both hands, and settles into his own stance. ]

I am Owain, son of Lissa, younger sister to Chrom, the Exalt of Ylisse, and Lon'qu, the Champion to Basilio, the West-Khan of Regna Ferox. I am ready to duel.

[relentlesslyonwards]

[There's a flicker of recognition in Rean's eyes as they land on Owain's blade. But that's a question for later as he nods at Owain's introduction.]

It's an honor. Alright, let's go! [And without further ado, he'll rush forward with a quick horizontal slash to test the waters.]

[swordhandled]

The same for me. [ he quickly brings his blade up to block that slash, trying to push rean back ]

[relentlesslyonwards]

[Their blades meet with a clang and Owain's attempt is successful at getting Rean to back off as he takes a couple of quick steps back to put some distance between them again. He hasn't let down his guard, but it might take him a couple moments before he's ready to go on the offensive again.]

[swordhandled]

[ owain is trained to move quickly, the lack of armor he's wearing helps with that. he dashes in on his own, aiming for a vertical slash that moves from head to toe ]

[relentlesslyonwards]

[Speedy opponents aren't something he's unused to, but admittedly he feels a little more sluggish than he normally would here and he just barely manages to bring his blade up at an angle to try to deflect the blow and have it slide off to the side.]