chrono

[sacredpath]

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week 3; sunday

[sacredpath]

[shadowheart can be found after trial, sitting near the beach.]

Another week done with.

[clockpunk]

[ he's out for a walk to clear his head, and doesn't expect to find her of all people. but--

egh. oh he might regret this, but it's the right thing to do, so. ]

Hey. Ms. Shadowheart.

[sacredpath]

Just Shadowheart is perfectly fine.

[sitting up from where she's lying down.]

[clockpunk]

[ nods once. sort of hovers an awkward distance away. ]

Shadowheart. Look, I wanted to- [ egghhhh ] -apologise. For snappin' at you during trial.

[sacredpath]

Ah. It's really alright.

[she was not angry so much as exasperated at the time, and is even less angry about it now.]

I don't really relish having to be the one with the responsibility to try to make people cooperate with that business. And I'm not particularly good at it.

week 5; friday

[sacredpath]

[she's hanging around the neighborhood, sitting outside somewhere near the gazebo, phone in her hands, fiddling with the phone charm.]

...I can't believe it.

[clockpunk]

[ he's been on a depression snack run, with a bag of groceries in his hand. he hesitates before approaching, but offers a cold bottle of tea and an apologetic expression. ]

Turns out things could get worse, after all.

[sacredpath]

[ah. she'll take that, and pat a spot near her to sit if he wants.]

Three at once is bad enough.

[clockpunk]

And three culprits, maybe. There's not enough of us left for that to be... [ well. he takes that seat with a grateful nod. ] What do you make of the new guy?

[sacredpath]

Till? He spent curfew with us last night. He was sweet, and very frightened. I didn't have a chance to ask the angels about him, though.

week 5; saturday

[sacredpath]

[honestly the reaction is more shock than anything. how the fuck did this happen. we're hanging out outside the tavern, probably.]

...What in the hells happened?

[clockpunk]

[ we're here. everything is awful, and shock is a good portion of why he's just kind of totally blank-faced right now. ]

Feels like we got played, somehow, doesn't it? Even more than usual.

[sacredpath]

[shaking her head.]

I think... there's something about Lucas that this dredged up.

[clockpunk]

[ ...ugh. nauseating to think about. ]

...yeah, I heard... something, along those lines. Not from him directly.

w6 tuesday night

[clockpunk]

[ as you drift off to sleep, everything seems normal. when you open your eyes again, it's pretty clear that's not the case.

you're in... a city, of some kind. one more like the town you'll awaken to later than the one you came from originally. it's eerily quiet, and a quick glance around explains why - bodies litter the footpaths, hang over balconies, sit still in their cars. thankfully, all of them appear to be uninjured and breathing. this is a blanket of deep sleep, rather than a massacre.

right ahead of you is a massive pillar of light, and you watch as five figures begin to disappear into the brightness. five figures, none tall or broad enough to be adults.

one younger familiar face looks back before he reaches the edge of it, and tips his head, inviting you to walk with him. ]

[sacredpath]

[...whoa.]

Chrono? [she's hurrying over to him, especially after seeing this.] What happened?

[clockpunk]

[ it's definitely chrono, but rounder-faced and much shorter-statured than the one you know. he's maybe two or three years younger, you think. he looks up with recognition anyway, brow creased with anger. ]

Judgement, apparently.

[ his voice is bitter, and he turns and walks into the light with a hand outstretched behind him, beckoning. ]

[sacredpath]

Are you sure you should go into that?

[hurrying after him, worried.]

What do you mean by judgment?

w6; sunday

[sacredpath]

[after that trial, she will be back at the cat cafe, having a coffee while petting cats. ok.]

...Hey. That was horrible, wasn't it? How are you feeling?

[clockpunk]

[ he's slowly nursing a fruit tea. very slowly. there's a grey tabby in his lap purring away. ]

Feelin' like I'm not gonna forget those sounds for a while.

[sacredpath]

Even not watching, it's impossible to forget.

[sympathy. it was truly brutal.]

You seemed especially upset by it.

[clockpunk]

[ slowly, he shakes his head. ]

Not more than anyone else, I don't think. Just worse at hiding it.

w7 endgame

[clockpunk]

[ it's... over? apparently. that's a weird thought.

this time, he's the one sitting on the beach. ]

One more day... huh.

[sacredpath]

[yeah. she's on the beach, too, lost in thought.]

It's going to be hard to say goodbye, isn't it?

[clockpunk]

[ he's grateful for her company, even if it's depresso hours over here. ]

We didn't even get a whole week to spend all together again. [ a bitter laugh. ] What's with that, huh?