I have a dream that I want to fulfill with you...

[tsugomori]

[ Well, that was an extraordinary trial to have... it was certainly filled with many things that wouldn't be lost to the memory of most, even for weeks to come. Although, the return to "normalcy" could be something that wouldn't seem like it was wanted, it was better than the alternative to returning to anything at all.

With ease, Mikazuki find himself setting up the usual party in the usual place-- that would be the library of course. Notes have been slipped underneath the doors of others, or hung up on the walls to alert them of this post-trial "celebration" -- which was more like a get-together of some sorts now than a real party. ]


Please join us in the library again. Of course, food and drink will be provided.

- Mikazuki, Orihime, Hanyuu, & Estelle

[ The food and drink has been set out, what with there being tea, vichyssoise, cream puffs, and fish for everyone to enjoy. ]

Comments

[plegia]

[Normally he wouldn't bother sharing it, but Elda's clearly having A Time right now, so he'll give her something else to focus on.]

I was a member of the Grimleal, once. It was a long time ago, when I was a teenager. I was a Dark Mage for a bit, until the whole thing got a bit too unnerving for me and I left.

[He moves a piece, pauses for a moment, then shrugs.]

If word of that gets out back home, the Grimleal will kill me. I'm supposed to be loyal to the religion before the country. I may be Plegia's king, but I'm ultimately little more than a puppet for the cult.

[His voice has been even through all of this, but there's the tiniest edge of something bitter and angry in it now.]

[matchbreaker]

[ Oh.

... That's actually interesting. A little dark, and definitely a welcome topic change. ]

Wouldn't they already know? ... Though I guess a crazy cult doesn't keep great records to remember some random teenager.

[ Either way, as she moves her piece ]

Why did you join back then?

[plegia]

[He's quiet for a moment, staring at the chess pieces for longer than he really needs to.]

...My mother was a Grimleal. She was the only family I had.

[Gangrel shakes his head and moves a piece carelessly.]

That was a long time ago, though.

[matchbreaker]

[ oh. ]

So it's not even about being suckered in or anything, it's about never having a choice in the matter until you were waist deep.

[ She sounds.

Oddly sympathetic to that???? albeit bitter. ]

[plegia]

Something like that. I didn't even realize how twisted it all was until...

[. . .]

Anyway, it hardly matters now. I doubt it'll be long before the Grimleal have me figured out anyway. They're not nearly as stupid as I'd like to believe they are.

[matchbreaker]

Is that why you didn't kill someone?

[ Or did he not trust Wordsmith would do it? ]

[plegia]

...I suspect it wouldn't have mattered even if I had killed someone. If those dreams are right, my second-in-command was a Grimleal spy and very aware of my stance on their twisted cult.

[matchbreaker]

Oh.

Oh - so you're... dead either way.

[ That's what he'd just admitted more or less, right? She... isn't sure what to think of that??? ]

[plegia]

Hah, I'm not dead yet, my dear. I won't let myself die that easily.

[He fought tooth and nail for the throne and he's sure as hell not giving up now.]

[matchbreaker]

Oh, good.

[ She seemed to barely respond to that oops...

She'll just make her next move on the board ]