[0] WEEKS WITHOUT MURDER

[maladied]

BONJOUR.

Another morning greets you in [ setting ], and it greets you loudly. A commotion erupts somewhere ahead: voices raised, someone screaming, another shouting for help. If you're unlucky enough to be passing near the infirmary, you have a front-row seat to the chaos.

Fran and Y'shtola are flung from the infirmary like ragdolls, hitting the ground in a tangle of limbs and dust. Something inside is on a rampage— something feral, unbound, and unwilling to be tamed.

The speakers crackle to life, Lobelia's voice far too cheerful for the circumstances.

❝ Bonjour, mes amis. If you happen to be wandering near the infirmary this fine morning, do take care... there appears to be a rather spirited beast expressing its displeasure. Fran and Y'shtola have already demonstrated the consequences of getting too close... quite spectacularly, I might add.

So, unless you wish to go flying before breakfast, I suggest maintaining a respectful distance. C'est simple.

Thank you for your attention, and do enjoy the rest of your morning... preferably from afar. ❞

OOC NOTE: A temporary barrier formed around the battlefield during the fight. Only characters already inside the epicenter were able to participate. Anyone who attempts to cross the boundary will be met with a sharp electric shock and forcibly bounced back several feet.

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[anaxagoreia]

...No.

It didn't.

[ Anaxagoras says plainly, though...with a frown.

There is no easy answer; not really. ]

There are still answers that I'm looking to find and figuring out even better solutions from whatever we have found out, or how to use them properly. Naturally, the stars won't have all of them.

Which is why I want us all to continue to keep searching and working through it. Even when everything is like this.

[siriuspuns]

They won’t tell you anything.

[ Siffrin smiles, resigned. ]

You want to know a secret? The Universe doesn’t care about you. About any of us, for that matter. To It, we’re barely more than letters on a script that we have to follow.

[anaxagoreia]

I learned that earlier on, Siffrin. The Universe, the gods, whatever makes up all that is...

We mean nothing to them.

[ Anaxagoras says simply, because this is what he thinks is true. But, in regards to the rest? ]

...But, I also found out it doesn't matter what they think. Those beings, and the universe itself can look down on us all they want.

It doesn't mean we have to follow whatever they want. We still have our own will; our own choices. I've known of others eventually defying such higher beings and tearing the script to shreds.

I've been assuming all along we can do the very same.

[siriuspuns]

"The Universe leads."

[ (You've heard it so many times before. Words that should bring comfort

only bring you a deep sense of dread.) ]

"We can only follow."

[ How much longer will they be forced to follow this script? ]

[anaxagoreia]

We can defy even the Universe itself.

That's what I will choose to believe in the end.

[ Anaxagoras does not obey any higher entities nor bow his head to them; whether it is fate, whether it is a god, and whether it is some kind of other being that has too much power.

Defiance is the way he is, and the way he will be, no matter the consequence. ]