DAY
Day
The sensation is like being dragged through a cloud. A heavy, roiling nimbus which pervades your eyes, your ears, your skin, and what feels like your very soul. Or what's left of it.
Your eyes squeeze shut and when they open....well you know this place already, there was much ado about lampposts in this square not too long ago. But what you haven't known in how many weeks is the sun hanging high overhead, not stuck in a perpetual state of Twilight but properly shining in the sky.
The sun feels good and you feel more whole than you have in a while. Those are all inexplicably good things, and they should be celebrated. But the mark on your body, faded but still visible warns of something still more to come. And for those who have been missing a part of themselves for longer than that..it's just a whisper of a feeling, but it is very much real.
Welcome to Krakow, for real this time. For however long it lasts, at least.
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Here's an idea that will go to waste. What if they severely crippled her and forced her to give up information on how to get home?
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[ But at this point most of these "chucklefucks" deserve to die - and will really, if remmywemmy has his way. ]
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[Like, seriously. Can they just finish up.]
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[ This is SO stupid. ]
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[Though she woke up during the fact, still. He just watches impassively as Lucrezia-not-Lucrezia delivers all of her ominous expressions and messages, but it doesn't really move him nor strike him as particularly more ominous than anything else.]
And now, for the devil himself.
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Yes, now to see what dear remmywemmy will do.
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[ Did he ever care for whoever that woman was possessing? Not really. ]
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[Just kind of. Exasperated. He's used to gluttons but honestly, dude didn't even look at the meal in front of him yet and he's chasing the next one already.]
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[ Somehow, his metamorphosis has given him an idea of what it's like... To crave nothing but soul matter and being forced to get creative to survive. ]
Then again, it's so hard to keep track of things he might not have noticed her death. Yet.
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Finally.
[ As much as Shin wanted to do it, this is also a satisfying end for her. ]
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[Unfortunate, but overall it's not their problem right now.
What is their problem is......... whatever the fuck Erik and Rembrandt are doing, probably. He's going to watch that closely.]
But it is the end of her plans here. The devil is all that's left.
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[It's not all that satisfying, to be completely honest...especially with Erik contracting Rembrandt.]
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Now we have to worry about Rembrandt being able to send us all home, since Erik's still thinking of everyone.
[ And Shin hopes he doesn't leave the dead behind if they all go to the Day. ]
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She...she was an innocent person. Surely there was a way to kick the Lady out without killing the body?
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[ Since when had Shin cared about innocent people? He doesn't have any obsession over good or bad, so long as they were perfect for his projects... Or if they went too far, it seems. ]
Ever heard the phrase, "The ends justify the means?" In this case, the sacrifice of one innocent woman is nothing compared to stopping her from destroying this world.
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[That's just the type of logic he operates on. Deal with it.]
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