CHAPTER 5

[faentasy]

CHAPTER 5

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Almost half of the non-fairy population of Aira Niluc is gone.

Some may be feeling the absence of their fellow participants in this story. Others will stay focused on the wish they want to get. What never changes is that the story goes on, bringing you closer to the end -- and to another chapter. What will it bring this time?

Snow!

Snow as far as the eye can see, a cold blanket covering the new area. Some winter amenities are now available, ready for perusal! But that's not all there's to find: everyone also will find reminders of their homes, of people they know, of happier times.

Of their wishes.

Who will try to reach their wish this time?

[[Welcome to Week 5! 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.

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[ideismo]

It would surprise me more if we hadn't.

[There's something odd in his tone, as though he's trying to force the feeling out of it. It's deliberate, poorly-controlled but intentional; this isn't something he's willing to start doing again now.]

I just needed it to stop, that's all. I came in here and it started immediately.

[reallyfishy]

So you put an end to it by any means.

[Throwing a sword and breaking the mirror is definitely one way to do it. Even so, that's...such an emotionally charged reaction, completely unfitting for Alexei. It takes all of Raven's willpower to keep that concern stuffed down.]

They won't bother you again, at least not tonight. I'll make sure of it.

[ideismo]

[He goes quiet for a moment at that, letting his eyes drift closed for a moment while he collects himself a bit more; this whole business is ugly, and it's unbecoming, and...

He doesn't understand why things are happening this way, why his control has fallen this far; the fucking Council would have a field day with him, if they could see him now.

The Council...

When his eyes drift open again, his gaze is aimless.]

...It was the ones who died at the old headquarters. Before we were stationed out of the castle. They're the ones I saw this time.

[The ones he saw turn to ash when the explosion went off. The ones that- ]

Sometimes it's them. Sometimes it's Casey and her brigade. Those that I've failed, always.