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[ it's a familiar scene, with grace lounging in the common room, but this time she's probably(?) not planning to commit a crime ]
Hey. So, what's your sin?
[ in the amused tone of someone asking what someone's sign is. it's the funniest revelation ever? ]
Hey. So, what's your sin?
[ in the amused tone of someone asking what someone's sign is. it's the funniest revelation ever? ]
My sin?
[She doesn't know about asking signs, so she doesn't get the joke, but she'll show her the blue tattoo on her hand.]
Despair, apparently.
[She doesn't know about asking signs, so she doesn't get the joke, but she'll show her the blue tattoo on her hand.]
Despair, apparently.
[ oooh. she makes a face and shrugs ]
Too bad. That's probably the worst one for the indulgence gimmick.
Too bad. That's probably the worst one for the indulgence gimmick.
Yes. I admit I'm rather stumped. If I'm meant to indulge myself by moping about and composing poetry, I'll resign now.
Giving up and not doing anything kind of sounds like it should count as indulging in despair.
Very possible. What's your. . . sin, incidentally?
Greed. It's alright. I wish the symbol was better, though.
[ the scales glow beneath her glove so they're visible. at least the color matches. ]
[ the scales glow beneath her glove so they're visible. at least the color matches. ]
It isn't so bad. Indulging in Greed can't be so difficult.
[. . . ]
May I ask you something personal?
[. . . ]
May I ask you something personal?
[ she looks a little surprised but inclines her head ]
What is it?
What is it?
I spoke to Mineo recently. I mentioned I had previously been in a place very similar to this. He immediately asked me whether I'd spoken much with you.
Oh. [ in a kind of "that's it?" tone, but she relaxes and shrugs ] Yeah, this place isn't too different from where I came from.
[ she takes her glove off, showing off her glowing green number on the arm opposite the scales. she pauses as she looks at it before shaking it off ]
This is my number. I got it when I ended up on the train. It goes forever, and it never makes any stops. Each car is its own little pocket universe, and they pretty much exist for passengers to do whatever they want in them. It's reset when you leave, and cars can move at any time. [ she puts the glove back on ] Numbers start off low, but the better you are at the train, the higher it goes.
This is my number. I got it when I ended up on the train. It goes forever, and it never makes any stops. Each car is its own little pocket universe, and they pretty much exist for passengers to do whatever they want in them. It's reset when you leave, and cars can move at any time. [ she puts the glove back on ] Numbers start off low, but the better you are at the train, the higher it goes.
Were you promised something to get you on the train?
[ there's a pause, as she looks at her gloved hand ]
A way out.
[ but then she looks up with a smile ]
So what about you?
A way out.
[ but then she looks up with a smile ]
So what about you?
[See, this is why she asked permission to ask something personal. She has no desire to pry in something someone doesn't want to talk about.
So she'll allow the change of subject.]
I was promised an opportunity to achieve something that would bring glory and renown to my House. The aim is not important - it is an advanced state of necromantic ability called Lyctorhood. I was brought to a fortress amongst the heirs of other great houses. We were told to make our home at the fortress, come to know one another, and work to devise new necromantic theorems. Eventually, we came to learn there were an intricate series of puzzles and challenges testing us in order for us to earn an opportunity to achieve Lyctorhood.
And then a Revenant began to hunt and kill us one after another.
So she'll allow the change of subject.]
I was promised an opportunity to achieve something that would bring glory and renown to my House. The aim is not important - it is an advanced state of necromantic ability called Lyctorhood. I was brought to a fortress amongst the heirs of other great houses. We were told to make our home at the fortress, come to know one another, and work to devise new necromantic theorems. Eventually, we came to learn there were an intricate series of puzzles and challenges testing us in order for us to earn an opportunity to achieve Lyctorhood.
And then a Revenant began to hunt and kill us one after another.
[ okay, a lot of those words go kind of over her head, but she gets the gist of it? and the last bit makes her nod ]
Oh, yeah, a bunch of stuff on the train can kill you, and there's puzzles in some cars. This awful little robot has been hunting passengers down to try to get them off the train, too. He's new. [ she puts her hand on her chin ] So how long do you think until something dangerous shows up here?
Oh, yeah, a bunch of stuff on the train can kill you, and there's puzzles in some cars. This awful little robot has been hunting passengers down to try to get them off the train, too. He's new. [ she puts her hand on her chin ] So how long do you think until something dangerous shows up here?
Not long, I think. But I've wondered if I'm merely projecting my own experience.
Doubt it. [ immediate? ] They kept talking about death in that little introduction brochure. That's not a great sign.
Yes. And their answers were vague and inconsistent today, don't you think?
That part I expected. You need to be specific if you want to get anything out of them, and what you can't, you need to figure out for yourself because it's part of the experience.
Indeed. Our host at the fortess was much the same. The purpose of their answers is to prompt us into further investigation.
So going by that, they're not super trustworthy or useful.
[She even liked Wrath and Lust, during her brief conversations with them. But liking and trusting are two different things.]
What strikes me is how many of their answers were what we ought to do "for now." There's another phase of this, and we must be prepared.
What strikes me is how many of their answers were what we ought to do "for now." There's another phase of this, and we must be prepared.
[ grace sighs and stretches out her arms, doing that kind of brrr lip trill ]
According to what Wrath was telling me, things haven't really started yet. So we're not even into phase one.
According to what Wrath was telling me, things haven't really started yet. So we're not even into phase one.
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