FINAL CHAPTER

[faentasy]

Final Chapter

monday

tuesday

wednesday

thursday

Like the secrets that spilled out into the open, the night sky above Aira Niluc also seems to be running free; whatever part of the land you find yourself in at night, you'll find that the night sky has been painted with shooting stars. Watching them brings a certain comfort, the feeling of chicken soup on a cold winter day, the nostalgia of meeting an old friend again, a warm fuzzy feeling from your core.

A boost to your spirits is likely welcome at this point, and it seems be the only thing Aira Niluc has to offer you at this as no new locations open up to you this week. There's a certain energy in the air, but not all of that can be blamed on the shooting stars, given the explosion that happened this weekend. For now the chasm in what was once the fountain remains impassable, but who knows when that will change?

[[Welcome to Week 6! Feel free to make top levels at your discretion, and remember to note it in your header if you plan on investigating any locations. However, please try to keep investigations to Monday, Tuesday or Wednesday! You can also privately contact Hamelin at your leisure through Wednesday of this week.

Also, please note the shop's discount on magnifying glasses! ]]

navigation

murder proposals

profiles

rules

locations

shop

location changes

full navigation

Comments

[vogelfrei]

Oh, if I was his superior things would be very different.

[ But even then, he's had a best friend with him most of his career who is a lot less of a workaholic than he is. It's all a matter of how he meets somebody.

Rather than bring that up, though, McGillis pauses for a moment. ]

But in the end, there might be something to be said for being seen for who you are.

[crimson_flamel]

Hm.

Elaborate?

[vogelfrei]

You must also know the pressure of not being able to reveal your true thoughts to anybody.

[ You're in line for a throne, that is basically like being a fake bitch. ]

[crimson_flamel]

[Ah. Yes.]

Mm. True enough. Ally or enemy, I have to project a certain image. My allies expect me to be an inhuman machine, and my enemies expect me to be a smiling sychophant.

My uncle once told me that politics is, and I quote, "a bunch of people knowingly spouting nonsense and pretending that it's true." It's maddeningly stupid.

[This was before he turned on her, naturally.]

I suppose you must be feeling a lot better this last week then?