[well, shortly after they get their rooms unlocked, harrow can be found wandering around, dragging a sword way too large for her on the ground after her, looking and occasionally feeling the sturdiness of furntiture.]
[he's just. watching her drag this sword... they're sword buddies though, apparently, since he's got one as tall as he is on his back. he has also already changed, wearing loose black robes instead of his fancy outfit.]
[hello, good morning. there's been just enough time to do a little poking around, and when emet-selch comes across her, he beckons for her to come with him.]
[after trial, harrowhark can be found by the pool, dipping her feet in the water and sitting by the edge, chin in her hand. she glances up when emet enters, seems to appear less tense and nods at his approach.]
[well he's fucking tired after THAT 9 hours and he's still pretty bruised all over. so! he is around, but he's seated somewhere in the courtyard, just-- chilling here, more or less.]
[harrow can be found sometime on monday in the new library. where the ribcage corset is usually around her waist, she instead has what appears to be an actual pair of ribs, pointed at the ends like claws, jutting out of the front of her chest, and a spine-like exoskeleton running up her back. her eyes, large in her especially skeletal face, are glowing a bright gold.
currently, she's darting between the shelves, pulling out books and examining them, flipping through them and then casting them aside.]
instead of his normal appearance, he has a pair of black raven wings, a silver crown's spires growing from his head, and wherever his skin's not covered by robes-- it's shadowy, but not dark, lit from the inside by a slow-moving pattern of tiny, multicolored lights. it's like somebody put a galaxy projector on him. he glances down to her with four glowing gold eyes.]
[hello... he's returned to the sims room, where he's currently seated on a bench in what looks like a city park. it's nighttime, the stars overhead out in full force-- along with what looks like a flow of more sparkling lights winding through the sky like a river, lending it a faint glow. it's likely clearer in comparison that this flow is what's reflected on his form, this week.
everything here is scaled to his height, but even compared to his size the buildings are dizzyingly tall, elegantly spired.
[harrow hardly gets far on monday. she can stay in her room, but eventually even she will find the need to come out to eat. she goes to the restaurant and has breakfast and coffee brought to her. but before she can return to her room, she runs into emet-selch.
and a memory will play. by the time it ends, harrow has put down her coffee, running her hands down her painted face, smearing the paint.]
[[harrow's room is bad. it is like the darkest, gothest, most uncomfortable monastery you’ve ever seen, with a very dark and witchy vibe but also not comfortable or nice at all. it's lit only by candles and the only decoration is bones. there’s a fairly large bed with a dark veil all around it, it looks dramatic but it’s not very soft. the decor of the bed is bone themed as well. there’s an old fashioned wood writing desk with some paper, pens, and books, weirdly a couple titty mags. in the corner there’s a little chair (bone themed) for reading in, and a fairly small closet that contains a lot of black outfits and a little station for doing face paint.
other than that there’s just a lot of skeletons all around? some complete skeletons, some bone fragments or broken skeletons, some skeletons just hanging from the ceiling. other skeletons just in a pile on the floor.
harrow is sitting up in bed.]
I've been healed, I'm alright.
[she has her face, unusually, unpainted, with a skeleton drawn on it in smeared blood.]
[hello. wherever harrow is, emet reaches out to pat her shoulder when he comes across her, but he kind of fumbles the motion? it's a little bit just, like, limply flopping his hand into place. it's fine.]
[the vibes are like. mildly irritated, but not at her-- he was like this before he ran into her, arms folded as well as he can manage with the one still broken.]
week 0; sunday 0
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[he's just. watching her drag this sword... they're sword buddies though, apparently, since he's got one as tall as he is on his back. he has also already changed, wearing loose black robes instead of his fancy outfit.]
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[hello, good morning. there's been just enough time to do a little poking around, and when emet-selch comes across her, he beckons for her to come with him.]
I believe we've an answer to your sword problem.
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[well, she'll follow him.]
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week 0; saturday
Good evening. We did it in the end.
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[he takes a seat at the edge of the pool as well, though it's with his legs folded, not letting them in the water. no thanks.]
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w0 sunday
Did you speak with him?
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Indeed. You? If not, I will gladly recount what I learned.
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...This one is the one you were in, Emet-Selch?
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[he doesn't sound as hesitant as he could, about seeing it again.]
Not all of it was unpleasant, I suppose.
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-Harrowhark.
[she gets a slightly tense nod, there.]
...was everything all right, last night?
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As much as it could be. We had Cloud, Lup, and Rupert all together.
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...well. I suppose it was correct.
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[a deep breath, because she still feels a lot of different ways about this.]
What needed to be done was done.
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week 2; monday
currently, she's darting between the shelves, pulling out books and examining them, flipping through them and then casting them aside.]
No, not quite.
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instead of his normal appearance, he has a pair of black raven wings, a silver crown's spires growing from his head, and wherever his skin's not covered by robes-- it's shadowy, but not dark, lit from the inside by a slow-moving pattern of tiny, multicolored lights. it's like somebody put a galaxy projector on him. he glances down to her with four glowing gold eyes.]
Seeking something in particular?
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everything here is scaled to his height, but even compared to his size the buildings are dizzyingly tall, elegantly spired.
she gets a nod, when she enters.]
I assume you had that dream as well?
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I did. Very disconcerting...
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he's vibing in the courtyard, tonight, where he's found a place to just. settle in the grass, tired.]
...a first for everything, evidently.
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[they were bad at solving things at first.]
Frankly, I still believe your hunch about Dokja was correct.
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week 3; monday
and a memory will play. by the time it ends, harrow has put down her coffee, running her hands down her painted face, smearing the paint.]
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[...he blinks, shakes his head to clear it, and frowns.]
...not this again.
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Three.
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...I do not know if the other two have been discovered, but we found Hope in the courtyard.
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...What was that, exactly?
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week 4; monday
A lot of sinister things and murder generally happened here, but I still like it.
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[he places a hand on her shoulder.]
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he gives her time to be seen to and to talk to others, first, but he'll come find harrow sometime before curfew, wherever she is.]
--you are stable enough, I hope?
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other than that there’s just a lot of skeletons all around? some complete skeletons, some bone fragments or broken skeletons, some skeletons just hanging from the ceiling. other skeletons just in a pile on the floor.
harrow is sitting up in bed.]
I've been healed, I'm alright.
[she has her face, unusually, unpainted, with a skeleton drawn on it in smeared blood.]
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...I expect many will be troubled, this time.
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This one hits hard. Rupert was very kind.
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week 4; saturday
Ah. Hello.
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[he gives her a nod, when she comes to the door.
and then is silent for a few moments, like he didn't... fully think about what to say when he arrived here.]
I- expect you prefer to stay in. There is... nothing you require, is there?
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week 5; monday
This is the place Cloud is from, yes?
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[the vibes are like. mildly irritated, but not at her-- he was like this before he ran into her, arms folded as well as he can manage with the one still broken.]
Shall we?
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...I never got to really say welcome back.
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[he'll just take a seat, too.]
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