week three curfew.

[pura]

Comments

[saturations]

[ no ]

[georeject]

[steel your furriness]

Thank you for joining us, Steel. There's something we'd like to talk about, as you probably know... and there was something else I wanted to ask you about, afterwards.

[saturations]

[ They seem a bit stiff and uncomfortable at the sudden sincerity of Clarte after this invitation, not quite sure how to react. ]

You sound as if you are about to break terrible news.

[georeject]

Well... I'll admit that I don't think it'll be very comfortable for you.

[saturations]

You really must begin to approach the point, or I will start thinking the worst ...

[georeject]

... Estinien and I witnessed what seems to be a memory, of someone who may have been here before. I wanted to pick your mind about it.

[saturations]

Alright. Go ahead then.

[countermeasures]

[she almost feels like she should bow for some reason? wonder why that is.

anyway, she nods to them.]

...thank you for joining us here, Steel.

[saturations]

[ Why are you all mcfucked up girl ]

You did ask. I had no objection to joining you here.

[countermeasures]

[jiuqing's mind is hazy, for a moment. did they ask...? why are they here, anyway? shouldn't they be somewhere else... in...

then, with sudden clarity, she looks down at the sword she's been cradling and offers it to steel.]

...I think we're meant to bring this to you.

[saturations]

[ Oh.

They seem surprised they didn't notice she had been holding that sword the entire time and seem almost shocked into silence at the sight of it.

Like they did not expect to see it here, of all places, in the arms of a mortal woman. They reach out, almost hesitant to touch it. Almost like Jiuqing herself, when she was offered it. But electricity seems to jump from the sword to their fingertips, and they do not seem to flinch.

Still, there's hesitation. ]

. . . The Musou Isshin.

[countermeasures]

You recognize it, then...

[she keeps it held out to them, watching the electricity jump from the sword to their fingertips.]

We were also asked to tell you not to leave your belongings lying about...

[saturations]

[ They don't move closer yet. ]

When the Narukami first walked amongst her people, she brought with her the art of swordmaking. This sword was created from her divine might. A symbol. It was never sharpened.

[pura]

[Steel, your furriness...

Nogiku takes a look around them, frowning.]

So, no archways yet... I hope you're not pulled away from us like Bass was, the other week.

[saturations]

[ They also take a look around, but ... ]

We shall see. According to Bass, it only happened in the moment before the rest of you return to sleep. So maybe it is only a matter of time.

[pura]

... I see. Then, it that case, we'll make this brief.

[It's just a normal mask. But for the record, Kazari's mask is just chilling on her lap. RIP Kazari, you would have loved to see Itsuki rebound.]

As you might have guessed, we were pulled to another part of the Prism.

[saturations]

[ They do glance down at it, but ... there doesn't seem to be any recognition there. Not right now, anyway. ]

It does seem to be something of a routine now.

[pura]

[That's alright. The mask will stay with her for now.]

... Yes, it does. What do you make of it, Steel-san?

[saturations]

You come back from these things, wielding objects, claiming you are helping, but--

[ they're still looking at the sword, and then at the mask. But the mask just seems confusing. Their form shifts - feathers, scales, horns - rapidly. Something loud seems to roll in the distance - even here. Thunder.]

I did not ask for this!

[nightchild]

[Itsuki wandering over as the others speak to Steel,]

...Steel-san. [...] Do you remember someone named Makoto?

[saturations]

[ They're chatting with the others, pacing a bit, all of that crystalline upright energy, but when he says that name -


something seems to dart through them, like the edge of a knife. ]

... Where did you hear it?

[nightchild]

]Itsuki hesitates, but he's said the name already, so]

That place we were all taken to... Inazuma? [it's a name that sounds like it'd be from his own home, except he knows it's not.] There was a point where Te-kun, Jiu-chan, and I were separated from Nogiku-san because we died.

When we came to we saw a woman. She gave us the sword and asked us to give it back to someone. ...And the others thought she might have been talking about you.

[saturations]

[ I guess we're multitrack drifting here, because they're Looking between him, and the sword being offered, and something in the room shifts. It smells of ozone, and everyone can likely feel their hair start to rise on end. like the moments before a lightning strike.]

It is not possible. You are lying. For what purpose, I do not know.

[nightchild]

[uh oh]

Wait -- we're not... Our memories are kind of mixed up yeah, but we're definitely not lying.

[saturations]

What do you mean your memories are mixed up?

[ what is that k-drama nonsense. ]