Week 6 After Party(??)

[itsagazebo]

[Well... that was sure a thing.

A fucking terrifying thing, but a thing, nonetheless.

Eddie stokes the fire a little, trying to chase back some of the shadows creeping up on the circle. He might not be able to do much but he does his best to try to make it seem at least a little more comforting than it feels. He crosses to the woods and picks up a a bunch of long narrow sticks, bringing them back and setting them near enough to the fire for people to grab them if they want. Archer might be cooking in the kitchen, and he sure as shit isn't going to interrupt that to ask him for food, but he does sneak in just long enough to grab the makings for s'mores.

So there are now sticks, marshmallows, graham crackers, and chocolate bars near the fire. He also snagged some of the blank paper and crayons Richie had been using to make drawings for the time-out shack, so if anyone feels like some art therapy, there ya go.

He can be found lighting a marshmallow on fire. He doesn't seem interested in eating it, though, since it looks like it's about to melt off the stick.]

Comments

[killtheanimals]

[Mitsuru is here this week! He's hardly paying attention to what he's eating though because holy shit that magic.]

Not even the books in that magic academy had anything even close to a spell like that...

[He wants it??? Also, sorry about Shirou, I guess.]

[lovecolored]

Same here...I've literally never seen any kind of spell like that before.

[bladeisme]

[GUESS WHO'S STILL FUCKING COVERED IN BLOOD

And shooting Minitsuru a tired look.]

Shirou just got executed. Can we not do this right now?

[kitchen_witch]

[Don't mind her, she's just gonna listen]

[kitchen_witch]

[Since she got kicked out of the kitchen by Archer, she wasn't able to bake, but she did bring out a cheese plate, with cocktail swords skewered in all of the cheeses]

[trashmouthtozier]

Hi Lilith.

What kind of cheese is that?

[he appreciates her helping, and is thinking a lot about how talking more to the zombies this week has not been as awful as he expected it to be, as long as he remembers to speak the language. also, he likes cheese, but not smelly foot cheese or bitter weird cheese, and some of those gross cheeses masquerade as delicious ones]

[le_mat]

[Ren is... here, sitting next to the fire and staring at the flames. He's quiet, but looks lost in thought]

[linearcrash]

[ Nine is just going to sit down next to him. ]

Hey...

[trashmouthtozier]

[to Eddie:] Dude, stop being a waste pyro.

[Richie's just meticulously roasting one, himself. because he has proven that he is the King of S'mores. want one? come hit him up. he's ... amazingly chill compared to last week. maybe it's the closure. maybe he's just finally finding a pattern in all of this. but he knows this is the night to get shit out of his system, and to help everyone else deal with it, too. he's going to attempt to roll with it as best he can]

[itsagazebo]

[Eddie looks over at him]

"waste pyro"?

[velocirainbow]

[ Cielo doesn't linger--he goes to catch some fish and bring them back to the fire to cook. Something simple for everyone. Grilled fish. It's not anything fancy, but it's something everyone can have if they want it.

Once they're getting cooked, he plunks down and sits, contemplative. ]

We jus' gotta do our best. We gotta save 'em. Dere's gotta be a way. We gotta find it. Floe, Gonta, all de othas...

[itsagazebo]

[Eddie curiously glances at that fish before looking up at him.]

Yeah. Yeah. We've gotta find a way. There's gotta be something we can do!

[trashmouthtozier]

[Richie plops down next to him, watching the fish cook]

You're right. I've been thinking that, all week. It just pisses me off that every time we try to talk about it, everyone gets fucking distracted. First that stupid eye on the phone, and then this week everyone was all talking about who liked who. We need to find answers.

[soylentprotag]

[Nothing like speared fish after speared shounen, amirite?

--Anyhow, Lenka will settle next to him and the wafting smells of fish sometime during the night, equally thoughtful and staring into the fire for a little while. He's clear-eyed and his head is up, though. It's hard to tell whether he's getting too used to these executions or... maybe this week and the last week were different in some way.

Whatever the reason, the result is his quick nod at Cielo's statement, eyes bright.]

I think we're on the path to where we want to be -- where we all want to be. The dead are helping us. We're not alone here.

[bladeisme]

[He's still got blood on him from carrying Shirou to the shack, making sure his body was alright - but Ichigo doesn't really care as he sits down next to the fire, making a roasted marshmellow to perfection and munching on it.]

....Mm.

[He's looking a little somber as he stares out towards the lake, but...he refuses to give into the pain he'd had before.

That despair was over - and no matter what these last two weeks brought, he swore he'd be strong enough to withstand it.]

...Just a little more. That's all.

[But -

Maybe he's allowed to crack just a little. Just a little...]

[linearcrash]

[ throws him into the lake

Once Ichigo joins them again, he'll go over there to sit next to him. Putting a hand on his back so he has something physical again. ]

Hey...

[itsagazebo]

[Eddie moves to sit next to Ichigo. He sits silently for a moment before speaking.]

You know... it's okay not to be strong all the time.

[le_mat]

[Ren comes to sit with him (probably the other side from Nine) but doesn't try to offer any words of wisdom. It's just nice to have a friend near by]

a message from your friendly neighbourhood zombie

[contrarianism]

[ hey so I've been missing for a week because work is hell but.

in the aftermath? while there's a lull in the conversation and it's quiet enough for people to hear, there's suddenly going to be a decently-sized branch being hurled from wherever natsume is standing right into the heart of the fire, because obviously throwing shit into the fire and setting it ablaze is one way of getting everyone's attention.

anyway he's going to make eye contact with the first person that looks at his direction, and say: ]

W̗̰̺̱̠͘͠͡e̠̟̻̞̖̜ ̻̬͢h̴͍͖̙̹͟a҉͈̖͎̟͉̦͜v̨̯̟e̢̦͓̯ ̷̛̘̻̩̼́i̧̻̙͙̺̺̤̞n̨̞̩̝̯͔͘ͅͅf̻͙̖̹̞̲̙̞͡o̢͔̝r͢͏̩̭̬̦͉̳̫m̯̘̩̙͎͔͙a̧̞̱̞͕͎t̸̠͕̦̤̹̭͔i̴͍͎̲̭̘̥̯ͅo͏̧̛̩̖̟n͏̩̲̞͓ ̫͉̻̥͕̭̩̠̫y̡̳̬͇̘o̵̱̳͙̘̺̤͙̻̳u҉͍͞͞ ̱͚̱̀s̛̬̣̱̘̟̘̖̣ͅh̘̟̫́ͅo̸̴̯̺̘͕͇̱̣̙ú̵̸̟̰̙ļ͉̲̫d̨͔̯͔̗̹ ̡̮̘͖͇͎́k̲͉̫̯͙̼̺͍͡n̟̭͇͉̣o̦̯͎͇̜̬ẃ̛̠͕̺ ̶̧͙͚̺͓̞̯̙-̹̪͕̺̫̗̗̲ͅ ̢͉̤̣̰͞w̤̭͡e̹ ̩̦̹̻̤͖̯͘s̵̤̣̲̳͜͢ḫ͖̪̝͟͟o̸͔̟͖͎̼̟̤͟ù͔͉̪̘̟̭̩l̵̖̥̠d̯̳͚̥̣̣ ̺̰̫͚͙͚̟̱͝ś̩͖͢͠p̨̧̘̜̘͞e҉͓̖̩͙a͘҉͈̻̞͇͔̫k͏̹͕̝͔͚͎̻͉͚ ̱̜̞͔̯̫̝͈͘o͟͠҉̣̤͇̼̦̥͖̭n̡̪̪͖͠ ͚̺̞͡M͏̜̪̖̥o̸̧̧̳̣̣̣̼n͈͉̣̤̜̞̟͢͞d͍̞̹͉̻̗̦̖a͍͖̘͚͔̘̪y͓͓.͍̹̻̝ ̵͎̻̤̱̝̮̹͎͇

[le_mat]

FUCKING CHRIST-!

[TAKE COVER-!!!]

[velocirainbow]

[ And just like that, the remaining fish are consumed by Natsume's fire. Cielo's face falls. ]

De fish!

MESSAGE PART 2: BODY BOGALOO

[soulcandy]

[Seeing Natsume do that seems to snap Kon into action. After a moment of confusion, Kon's face scrunches up, and then he finally leans forward to shout.]

Red's group can transfer souls to new bodies! All campers' souls are 'real' but our bodies are 'new'! Think gigai and-

[It looks like he was trying to say more, but at that point he's gone for the time being.]

Shounen Sword Sparring Sunday School

[soylentprotag]

[This Sunday, the periodic clashing of metal and some yells can probably be heard from the direction of the grassy field, along with the occasional shock wave if you get close enough (protip: do not get too close, but you can probably get a good viewing platform from a roof or a tree).

Guess what: almost seven weeks in, Lenka and Ichigo are finally getting their sword on. Enough keeps getting in the way (motives, always motives and then the dead and the god and everything in between) that it's taken this long to even agree on a location and terms, or whatever handwaving they've done to get here.

It's starting off slow, almost leisurely, Lenka getting used to swinging his Arc at somebody instead of something and the two of them testing each other's mobility and defenses. They're built for very different styles of fighting, after all, despite some similarities in their sword techniques.

That being said, better keep your eyes peeled or you'll miss half the fun -- Lenka can't precisely flash-step, but he's got a step when he's of the mind.]

[le_mat]

[Look who sure is on a roof. With snacks]

Kick his ass-!

[Who is he cheering for? Yes, the answer is yes]

Sunday

[le_mat]

[Ren is not what one would call religious. He's not a priest. He only visits shrines on holidays or before tests (and once, before delving into Shido's palace for the last time) but... after seeing what Floe was trying to do, and hearing Sol, it only feels right to try and 'clean' up the chapel after her sad and violent death.

He only knows the very basics- picked up from a lifetime where prayers and the kami were just a background noise in his life. But he brings salt and salt water- cleans the altar (even though he's sure all signs of the body are long gone), then sets out both some rice and grilled fish he made himself first thing in the morning, and some tobacco he found in the pile (which he is sure is just someone's dad's pipe smoke not anything really made for an American kami but he dare not ask Red for something more authentic) before going to sit at one of the pews near the front. He sits for awhile, working through his thoughts for the week ahead.

Probably not wise to bother him while he was working, but as he sits he wouldn't mind some company]

[trashmouthtozier]

[Richie's thoughts are similar, in a way, this morning, and he comes tiptoeing into the chapel with some new drawings. one is of everyone, as best as he can remember, standing in a circle around the rock god, perfectly fine. the other one is of everyone as they are currently: Usagi with her stone necklace, Kanji covered in patches, even Shirou with plenty of small brown dots. Red, Stan, and Archer are there, too, and instead of fish and tobacco, he's brought a handful of chocolate taffy and a little bag of cheese popcorn. when he speaks, he speaks quietly]

Hi, Sol. ... Hi, Ren.

Sunday Magic Fight After The Shounens

[killtheanimals]

[While the shounens have their fight, two magicians have their own discussion, leading to the explanation of danmaku and, well.

If they're having fights for funsies, why not?

Once Mitsuru's got a good grasp of the rules and how to bend his magic to have the correct effects, he walks over to the clearing, now devoid of shounens, and begins casting. Perhaps sensing his intent, the crystal atop his staff glows several colors: red, green, blue, and then amber.

First, he summons a wind spirit, granting him flight. Indeed, the air around him seems to swirl as it lifts him off of the ground. Next is the seawyrm, a sea serpent that's been shrunk as with all other summons, yet still capable of surrounding him with globes of water - probably the best thing he can use as nonlethal, magical bullets.

Each can take only so many hits before they lose. Time to see if his own spells are up to snuff.]

Ready when you are, Kirisame.

[lovecolored]

[ Marisa's already midflight, floating at the very edge of the treeline, Mini-Hakkero in her hands.

Suffice to say, she's feeling a little overconfident, if only because dodging magic bullets is something she does all the time. She's fast and strong, but has the hardiness of a plastic bag. If something knocks her off her broom, she's pretty much down for the count.

A few sparkling orbs wait near her, ready to fire off bullets at her direction. ]

Right. [ She holds up the Hakkero in front of her, and it begins to glow and radiate heat. ]

Star Sign "Dragon Meteor"!

[ This one's...easy-ish....by Marisa standards at least. It's more or less a rainbow shotgun, but there's only the one laser to dodge and no stray bullets. ]