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camppetoskey2018-07-23 11:40 am
Week 8
The weekend passes in a blue, and suddenly it is Monday again. Monday of week 8, the final week of camp. The last week to try and change your fate.
It's sunny and pleasant, with daytime temperatures lingering around 70 degrees Fahrenheit and dropping off into the 50s in the evening. It's pretty much the perfect weather for Michigan, and it's only a shame that it took this long to get to it.
The WiiU continues to be broken, though the creepy Mii is gone now. All of the Miis are, actually. All that can be seen is a variety of Pure Michigan ads, interestingly enough. A bit calmer than last week's visuals, but probably annoying since no games can be played.
There is one other notable change about camp: the counselors are nowhere to be found. There is plenty of food and some note left on how to run things, but otherwise the campers have been left to their own devices apparently.
On the main door to the lodge is a note that says "We will be back as soon as possible." written in Red's handwriting. What could this mean?
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[He's finally realizing that there might be places where even the days and months might not be the same. That's wild, yo.]
Why is it Aquamens...?
[Apparently he expects Nine to know this.]
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[ Cause that's what some people forever ago decided or something. ]
Yours would be in Sileomens.
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[The blind are leading the blind here. He's just going to correct the pronunciation instead, because he can't completely help himself. How well is he going to do at pronouncing Sileomens, though? Not so well. Assuming Nine's pronunciation is even helpful in the first place.]
Sileomens is pretty long.
[But he'll try to remember it! For. Some reason.]
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[Hey it's your local Latin nerd.]
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I've never heard of that. Whose feast was it?
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[Unsaid, but: in the old days. Nowadays, back home and here, gods are just all kinds of trouble and mayhem that they're not worth. It remains to be seen what they can do about that. Maybe a kind of purification? Who knows.]
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[ Nine is going to tick off with his fingers for each month. ] Ignismens, Aquamens, Petramens, Ventusmens, Pyromens, Glacemens, Terramens, Tempestamens, Caleomens, Gelumens, Sileomens, and Caelusmens.
[ He has siblings who has birthdays in MOST of those. So he actually knows them even if they don't celebrate with a party or anything. ]
We were in Tempestamens when I was brought here. [ August. And the war started in Aquamens/Feb ]
Mine is Aqu Thirteen. [ He draws the XIII in the air ]
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[It's a touch dry. He's not going to do the obvious thing and congratulate Nine for getting all of those out in a row, because while it's an impressive feat -- and one he's not actually sure he'd manage himself -- he's busy sorting out the naming order. They'll be impossible to remember down the road, but still interesting.]
Tempestamens... the eight month. It was around that time back home, too.
[He's not sure what time is like, now. Where these two months will count, in the grand scheme of things. The summer's been kind of endless at this point.]
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Yeah, they do. It's the first three letters, yo.
[ Also his bday is his password to illemonati. ]
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[There's something a little despondent in his voice, just a touch of it.
At some point, he'd started accepting the fact that it might not matter -- the time back home, the seasons passing or the course of the world, passing him by. He's always been a very small part of how the world works, even if he's done his best to work with and protect his part of it; it's just that knowing it and really understanding and feeling it are separate things.
Maybe he won't see any of it again. He's sort of prepared himself for the possibility, just like he's always been prepared for the endpoint of fighting with his Arc. He pulls himself away from it a little with an effort.]
... It's almost Tem now here. Again. By your calendar. What do you usually do?
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Shaking his head, while deciding to just focus on what he usually do. ]
It was fighting just before I got here. The year before that it was just training, yo. [ There wasn't much else to his life... just Mother, the rest of Class Zero, and fighting.
It...bothers him. ]
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There's slightly less darkness here than in anything behind or before you, the long road they took to get here and all the corpses they stepped over, the uncertain future awaiting them. Lenka is still clinging to what they can do now tooth and claw, even if it's all tangled up in the future he isn't sure he wants to look at.
Most of them are probably the same, the last of the living. They'll make it through this week.
They'll deal with the rest as it comes.]
Training for a year and then fighting. [he peers at Nine's expression] Did you have a war back home, too? A lot of us do.
[Summer and wars. It's probably nothing more than coincidence, or maybe they expect that child soldiers are more likely to take each other out. He's not sure, but it feels a little different from that, what they've all been doing. What they've been trying to do.]
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Yeah, we do. It was still going when I was brought here, yo. You're in one against those...aragami, right? [ Aragami eating aragami ]