EMET CATCHALL

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WEEK 0 DAY THREE

[fleshedout]

[Sometime after the NPCs appear, Hot Pants is walking around, gathering her thoughts, and...ah. Its hard to miss him. She beelines towards him.]

Those beings...you met them, right? Do you have any idea what they are?

[ktiseos]

No, I do not.

[hello again. he's out here with a giant sword on his back now, by the way, it's literally taller than he is.]

Would that I did-- they are odd creations indeed.

WEEK 1 MONDAY

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[Hot Pants is in...the library! Weird place for a jock, I know. She just seems to be randomly pulling out books to take a look at them. She notices Emet out of the corner of her eye, and after a moment, she holds up a book and speaks up to get his attention.]

...You have books like this, in your world?

[Its a book on fairytales.]

[ktiseos]

[hm. he leans down to take a look at it, brow furrowed... then shakes his head.]

-no, I do not believe we have any such tales. Are they familiar to you?

w1, thursday

[ktiseos]

[he'll check in at the medbay at some point! emet-selch allows some time to pass, for things like... you know. healing. but. he's showing up after a bit.]

-you've had a chance to be seen to, I hope.

[fleshedout]

...Yes, I have.

[She's resting comfortably, though definitely bandaged up still, since they did that first before sticking her in a pod.]

Not without much fuss, though.

[>8/ SHE WAS OKAY (no)]

WEEK 1 FRIDAY

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[Her face is like stone. She doesn't look upset. But with how hard she stalks the halls, restless, maybe that tells you all that everyone needs to know.]

[She sees Emet, and approaches.]

...You saw it too, yes? That Ryunosuke's body was found.

[ktiseos]

I did. Whatever has been happening this week has been taken to a new low.

[he looks, for the most part-- not exactly stonefaced, but somewhat unsettled. somewhere between uncertainty and anger.]

We will have to determine its source, before anything like this can happen again.

WEEK 3 TUESDAY

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[Hot Pants is already here in the cemetery when Emet-Selch arrives - she's dressed in a warm jacket, sweeping over the graves gently with a broom. For all the stern strength she usually comes with, today she's expressionless but almost dutiful in the way she goes over the plots.]

[She looks up at Emet, pausing.]

...Came for a bit of peace and quiet, I'm guessing?

[ktiseos]

I--

[hm. he pauses there, actually, looking uncertain-- hesitates before answering.]

Well. Yes, but mayhap I ought not disturb the place...

WEEK 3 TUESDAY

[fleshedout]

[Hey, Emet! Sure isn't nice to be stuck in a bubble! Great. Hot Pants isn't even going to spare any words, using a splash of color to try to leave as soon as possible-]

[But with color, of course, comes the price. A set of memories (the first, 10-28, the second, 14-22) bleeds through, of Hot Pants trapped with two men in a horrific trap, forcing the regrets and sacrifices of the past onto its victims. Hot Pants, tearfully telling the young man, her heart weighed with sorrow at the sin she committed, about becoming a nun, and yet unable to leave the past behind. And then, throwing everything into the search for a corpse of a saint, in the hopes she would find forgiveness.]

[And her sins, wrapping around her, stifling, crushing her body even as she implores the man to save himself-]

[Hot Pants blinks..and ducks her head.]

Why do these things...keep doing this?

[ktiseos]

i'm coming for this crystal reply to this so it's in my inbox aaaa

[ktiseos]

[it's a horrific thing to see.

she's hinted, he thinks, about her experiences with this sort of thing, with the weight of what one has done, but to actually see this-- it's staggering. leaves him inhaling a sharp breath as it passes, a hand to his head, just... exhaling steadily.

fuck.]

...Hot Pants. What in the world-

w3, saturday

[ktiseos]

[we're in the void now boys

anyway, hello, hot pants. wherever he is, he's just-- leaning against something, arms folded. contemplative, stone-faced, with his brow furrowed.

he doesn't say anything immediately, when she arrives.]

[fleshedout]

[Yeah, if that isn't the mood.]

[She glances up at him, silent for a moment, but says, quietly:]

Thanks for...eventually trying to step in. I knew Vax wouldn't go too far, but...it was needed.

w4, monday

[ktiseos]

[hahahaha god he hates emotion share. he is in hiding. it's fine.]

Hot Pants. I trust you have already noticed our new problem?

[it's hard to MISS leaking feelings, but.]

[fleshedout]

yes i have

better than the damn bubbles but still irritating

how are you holding up? i guess poorly

w4, saturday

[ktiseos]

[their poor greenhouse...

emet-selch is up here to see if it's still damaged, brow furrowed when he sees that it is, and radiates displeased vibes at the sight.]

...I see this has not been fixed.

[he says from behind her, with a sigh. why!!]

[fleshedout]

No, it hasn't.

[Her emotions are...like a simmering pot, under the surface. So many things, but sorrow seems to be the overwhelming one. She's looking at the ruins, grimacing.]

Everyone's hard work just...gone.

WEEK 5 TUESDAY

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[Someone is in....the kitchen! She's currently perusing a cookbook at the counter, glancing up when she sees the other walk in. She's still pretty golden-looking, with glittery vines and greenery also brushed over her skin.]

Hey. Do you know how to bake, Emet-Selch?

[ktiseos]

How to... bake? I am afraid not.

[he's looking relatively normal, himself, save for the fact that he's got weird-looking wing arm limbs in addition to his arms. they have clawed hands on the ends, and are shiny and black; he also has four eyes at the moment, all their normal shade of piercing yellow.]

Whyever for?

w6 sunday

[ktiseos]

[emet-selch is here to check in on the greenhouse today-- nebulously healed probably because i need to submit for healing but shh.

and on spotting her-- he's quiet, a moment. he knows he is not the most reassuring person. may not be the best presence, right now. but-]

...Hot Pants.

[speaks up anyway, instead of leaving.]

[fleshedout]

Mm.

[It takes a moment for her to turn her attention towards him, like she just came back from deep though, and glances up. She has some pots in hand.]

Emet-Selch. Are you feeling better?

WEEK 6 SUNDAY

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[Hey, big guy. She's in the greenhouse, and she's coming out to glance up at him.]

Thank you. For pulling Nogiku out of the way of that.

[ktiseos]

I assured her that I would, before. Doing this puts her at a very direct risk.

[she has to be close, after all.]

w7 saturday

[ktiseos]

[boy!!

after all of that, emet-selch is somewhere around the apartment building-- probably on the roof, looking out over the prism.]

-what was it that you wrote?

[fleshedout]

I wanted Lucien's refraction to be cured and his reign of terror to be over. For everyone to be safe, sound, and alive. And lastly have a way to fix this Prism for good and then be able to return to wherever we wish.

[She didn't want to write a novel, but she wanted to get the main points down.]

You?