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castle_whims2022-08-21 12:29 am
whimsicalism) wrote in castle_whims2022-08-21 12:29 am
WEEK 1
WEEK ONE
This week, students at Ira Academy must return to class with their memories of the weekend hanging over them. The Principal is watching now, and he dislikes children even more than his initial draconian idea of education led everyone to believe. The rules revision is probably at the forefront of most people’s minds, along with the sinking paranoia of being monitored much more closely and more severely reprimanded for stepping out of line. This very empty academy building suddenly feels all the more claustrophobic. All students now have the option to commit murder and be freed from this school. Less than a week ago, you were teaching yourself to be friends with some of your fellow classmates. Will things remain that way, or will someone reveal themselves to be willing to take a life to escape?
But just because murder’s on the table doesn’t mean that your studies are off of it, and the Little Brothers are still here to helpfully encourage all students to complete their coursework. Despite being shepherded away at the end of the school dance announcement last night, this week the Prefect will be back for her office hours and, thankfully, less fixated on pulling off a successful weekend spelling bee and social event. Less thankfully, it seems she believes that completing your re-education as originally planned is the correct course of action. You’d do well to remember, perhaps, that right now your success reflects ultimately on her. Students who prefer to see how their fellow school denizen and prisoner-in-spirit can also sneak into the music room whenever it’s unoccupied to converse with A.
To that end, it also looks like someone’s posted a “Tutors and Study Groups” sign-up sheet on the hallway walls outside the A/V room. There are illustrated descriptions next to it, so even someone who doesn’t understand the writing should be able to glean its purpose. This seems like a good way for people who are interested in working together or helping one another with anything involved in school life. Students may make use of this resource as they will.
Finally, at the end of the hallway near the music room, a sliding wall has receded as if it was never there in the first place, revealing an unexplored area on this floor.. Hmm, what could be up there?
Regains | AC | IC Profiles | Locations | Mystery Information | Prefect Contact | A Contact
OOC NOTES
Welcome to Week 1! As with last week, if you have anything you’d like to investigate, you can bring mod responses in by pinging (INVESTIGATION) in your subject line. (SHEEP) for the Little Brothers. Unlike last week, Nanami can also be invited to participate in your threads with a (PREFECT) call-out. This is an option for anyone who wants non-private/event convos with her, if for some reason anyone wants to spend MORE time with her. If you are looking for information about the school’s mysteries, it's highly recommended you bring in the sheep or the mod journal instead!
Don’t forget your regains, and please submit your AC for week 0!
yes I'm still going with "Castlevania witches can't turn off Sense Alignment/Sense Motive"
[There's nothing she can do but squeeze Jeanne's hand, for a moment. To have outright confirmation that she's got something so fundamental in common with this ethereal, delicate girl... even if it means tracing back all the way to Sypha herself, that's a lot to take in.]
It's why I've been so trusting. All I have to go on right now is how people act, I can't feel out what they're really like... if there's someone who'd commit murder here, I can't tell. It's horrid. And if our generous host is keeping people's souls imprisoned I can't tell that, either.
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So you recognize Shamash for what he is. A God-class spirit that can judge others. But only his essence is here...
[At this point it is hard to see Shamash again because Jeanne's voluminous hair is getting in the way, with its natural aura of white roses.]
I want to believe that I can punish the wicked on my own, but how else is the axe of justice supposed to reach them? I thought sloth and gluttony reversed the training of the body, not the entire soul...!
[Jeanne launches herself into Carrie's lap, throwing her arms tightly around her shoulders, and sobs. Tight, thin cries, like the very option of brawling is completely foreign to her. And if Carrie accepts this hug as she seems to want so much, she will sense something. Deep in Jeanne's hair, there is a faint scent of blood. It is impossible, it is almost more like exactly half a scent, defying everything Carrie would ever remember experiencing of scents neutralized with perfumes. Jeanne seems to have never been hurt in the academy, to be recently wounded only emotionally by the motive. So how...?]
I am... nothing...! I have nothing but my faith in you, all of you...
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So while she freezes, it's only for a moment, and then she's clinging as if for dear life.]
You aren't nothing.
["Nothing" can't be held on to. "Nothing" would be insubstantial, wouldn't be warm and soft and scented with roses. They say saints smell of roses, somehow. Does that mean she's been embraced by a saint?
But then there's that undertone of... no, not metal. Blood. How? It makes no sense, but there's almost a ghost of a smell of blood. Maybe it's Shamash - do spirits like that smell like anything? It's not as though she can conjure up her famous ancestor to ask, especially not here...]
You've done nothing wrong. You're kind to everyone, you're graceful, you know how to hold a group together better than me. You're not nothing, and you're not alone.
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We can pretend that Edward reminded her of that before this conversation, somehow.It's probably selfish, to want to stay here, trying to figure out how to be comforting aside from just holding on as much as she's being held. It's been a long while since Carrie has allowed herself to be truly selfish. Today can break that streak. Right now, Jeanne is most important, self-recrimination for selfish actions can happen later.]
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[At first she feels even more like nothing, being held by Carrie. These warm, thin but firm arms are not thorns. It's like (and god help her, she's actually familiar with this) when receiving a single drop of water makes one more thirsty and desperate to drink and aware it's outside of one's control. Why did she reach out in the first place? It's all wrong. Like she's a little girl. But Jeanne is still a fairly young girl. She is a growing girl. It is so confusing in her life, to mix the bed of thorns with the bed of Egyptian cotton.
She feels... better. Her chin settles on Carrie's shoulder and the tears drip down into the fabric of clothing, instead of Jeanne's own neck.]
Then I will... believe. I will not take for granted... that my prayers were answered so quickly before.
[What is the virtue...? She will continue to be held even as she looks up into Carrie's eyes, her mind searching for the word inside her memories and her heart searching for understanding in Carrie's spirit. Her legs can rest. Shamash does not need to walk in any of his forms, after all. Jeanne too can be more than nothing.]
If I continue to preach... If I continue to confess... Will that give you Hope? [She seems to expect Carrie to understand "a saint not dying for the cause is a confessor", that hope is specifically the theological virtue of being satisfied with a life that leads towards heaven.] Am I truly leading by example...?