also diluc would've seen this before but i realized i don't think i ever gave you the description for jiji's room. here's my copypasta
mikazuki's room is a very typical japanese-style room with tatami mats and shoji screens! in fact, it may be a bit difficult to place as a bedroom at first glance as the main pieces are a set-up for tea and entertaining guests, some seat cushions, and the way that the opposite wall seems to open up to reveal the upper half of the crescent moon. there is the illusion of the room extending out onto the engawa, so that you can have a seat to admire the grand view even though it looks like the world simply drops off beneath your feet.
off to the side there is a now-empty sword stand, and the primary decor consists artfully arranged ikebana pieces. a desk sits in the corner with all the regular amenities, and a one of the shoji doors will part to reveal a closet. inside there is his selection of clothes as well as a rolled up futon.
the aura of the room is simple, but everything is of the highest quality and finest craftsmanship. it is truly just artistic minimalism and a giant fucking moon.
the moon that jiji will begin to approach so that he might sit upon the engawa, letting his legs hang over the Nothing]
Ha ha ha...
You may check on me - though first I am afraid I must swear you to secrecy.
[ we are here in the courtyard, maybe they're enjoying some tea time, looking at the statue, or just having a nice chat! whatever they're doing here, it'll surely change very soon. ]
I've heard there's been a memory issue amongst others? I wonder if it's anything like what we've experienced before.
[ well last time was random shards of glass and this time is stardust! how fun!!
my tag back will be the memshare! so please lmk what flavor memory you would like owo ]
[ you blink. in front of you are familiar faces, those of your fellow knights, regulars at the tavern, and most important of all, your father. you’re at Angel’s Share celebrating your coming of age! you’re an adult now, so surely you will want to have a drink or two to celebrate! but you politely decline, as you are still on duty, as calvary captain you must behave in a knightly manner! but you agree to have drinks sometime, in the comfort of your own home, which your father so generously offers.
it was a nice celebration, but Crepus calls out to you, the clouds are rolling in so it’s best to head home now, before the rain starts.
you’re steering the carriage, knowing the way back to the winery like the back of your hand, when your father peeks out from inside. he’s going on, again, about how he also wanted to be a knight when he was your age. but he failed in doing so, after all the gods had different plans for him. you keep your eyes on the road ahead, telling him not to belittle himself in that way, after all he does plenty for the knights and for the city!
then you’re struck with a warm feeling, as your father speaks again, I’m so proud of you, my son.
the next sentence Crepus speaks is deafened and soon after is when things take a change for the worse.
in a matter of seconds you find yourself thrown from your seat on the carriage. now faced with a great dragon, one that you immediately recognize as Ursa the Drake. you try to fight it off, with help from some of the winery staff that had come with you to town, but in moments they’re all lying on the ground. some unconscious and some...dead. you’re propped up against the back of the carriage, clutching your side, trying to numb the pain, stop the bleeding, anything. you’re staring death in the face and it’s staring back.
this may be your end, but then your father is there. he’s wearing some kind of strange glove, it’s something you’ve never seen before. what is it?
dark purple and red chains fly out of a glyph that appears around Crepus’ arm, shooting at Ursa and wrapping around him. what is this power? and how? you find yourself with so many questions.
there’s a sudden FLASH of light and the dragon begins to ROAR and thrash uncontrollably. your father is in front of you immediately, shielding you from any oncoming blows. there's a splash of crimson.
the rain is falling hard and everything is white noise. you’re on your knees, holding your father in your arms.
WHAT DO I DO!!?? you find yourself thinking frantically, as your hands shake, eyes wide and unable to look anywhere but your father. he speaks, thankful that you’re safe and he’s sorry. sorry to have to leave you like this. you are his pride and joy, he’s so proud of you.
you’re scrambling, telling him it will be okay, you’ll get him to the church where the healers can help. everything will be alright! don’t die don’t dieDON’T DIE
he’s slowly disappearing in your arms. his body seeming to turn to ashes and dissolve in the rain. he’s gone. your father has left you.
you stare down at your blood soaked gloves, hot tears streaming down your face as you try to make sense of it all.
weekend 0, sunday
and make eye contact from across the way
a brief flash of surprise passes over jiji's expression but quickly fades to amusement]
I cannot say I expected to see you here, Diluc Ragnvindr.
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he blinks for a few seconds, before a relieved expression washes over his face. ]
I am the same, though I can't say I'd complain. Nice to see you again, Mikazuki.
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[he gives a nod of agreement]
Is it only us two to the washroom?
["Only"????]
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[ there's a small chirp, before a small ginger cat emerges from behind diluc. she approaches jiji, stoping to stare up at him. ]
Oh, this is Canopus, I acquired her during the last adventure I was on.
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week 0, saturday|post-trial
current emotions are: exhaustion, with a lingering bit of stress, from the last nine hours.]
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Diluc Ragnvindr. Come in, come in.
[there was the slightest blink of surprise at diluc coming to see him - an interruption to the waves of calm, and occasional blip of heartache]
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Thank you. Sorry to bother you.
[ he'll step through, canopus trotting ahead of him into the room. ]
I suppose asking how you're feeling would be silly, since we are linked. But still, I wanted to check on you.
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also diluc would've seen this before but i realized i don't think i ever gave you the description for jiji's room. here's my copypasta
mikazuki's room is a very typical japanese-style room with tatami mats and shoji screens! in fact, it may be a bit difficult to place as a bedroom at first glance as the main pieces are a set-up for tea and entertaining guests, some seat cushions, and the way that the opposite wall seems to open up to reveal the upper half of the crescent moon. there is the illusion of the room extending out onto the engawa, so that you can have a seat to admire the grand view even though it looks like the world simply drops off beneath your feet.
off to the side there is a now-empty sword stand, and the primary decor consists artfully arranged ikebana pieces. a desk sits in the corner with all the regular amenities, and a one of the shoji doors will part to reveal a closet. inside there is his selection of clothes as well as a rolled up futon.
the aura of the room is simple, but everything is of the highest quality and finest craftsmanship. it is truly just artistic minimalism and a giant fucking moon.
the moon that jiji will begin to approach so that he might sit upon the engawa, letting his legs hang over the Nothing]
Ha ha ha...
You may check on me - though first I am afraid I must swear you to secrecy.
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week 1, post-execution
Might you be busy, Diluc Ragnvindr?
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I am not, did you need help with something?
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[he has a lot of flowers, and he lifts them up almost in demonstration - just having some taken off his hands would be enough]
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[ he smiles, holding his arms out to take some of the flowers. ]
What is your plan for these?
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week 3, tuesday
I've heard there's been a memory issue amongst others? I wonder if it's anything like what we've experienced before.
[ well last time was random shards of glass and this time is stardust! how fun!!
my tag back will be the memshare! so please lmk what flavor memory you would like owo ]
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[also give me a sad boi memory bc all my jiji memories in exchange are sad i'm so sorry]
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[ chasma's memory glass...
anyways. they don't get much time to think/chat anymore, because there's a burst of stardust and then a flash of a memory. ]
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it was a nice celebration, but Crepus calls out to you, the clouds are rolling in so it’s best to head home now, before the rain starts.
you’re steering the carriage, knowing the way back to the winery like the back of your hand, when your father peeks out from inside. he’s going on, again, about how he also wanted to be a knight when he was your age. but he failed in doing so, after all the gods had different plans for him. you keep your eyes on the road ahead, telling him not to belittle himself in that way, after all he does plenty for the knights and for the city!
then you’re struck with a warm feeling, as your father speaks again, I’m so proud of you, my son.
the next sentence Crepus speaks is deafened and soon after is when things take a change for the worse.
in a matter of seconds you find yourself thrown from your seat on the carriage. now faced with a great dragon, one that you immediately recognize as Ursa the Drake. you try to fight it off, with help from some of the winery staff that had come with you to town, but in moments they’re all lying on the ground. some unconscious and some...dead. you’re propped up against the back of the carriage, clutching your side, trying to numb the pain, stop the bleeding, anything. you’re staring death in the face and it’s staring back.
this may be your end, but then your father is there. he’s wearing some kind of strange glove, it’s something you’ve never seen before. what is it?
dark purple and red chains fly out of a glyph that appears around Crepus’ arm, shooting at Ursa and wrapping around him. what is this power? and how? you find yourself with so many questions.
there’s a sudden FLASH of light and the dragon begins to ROAR and thrash uncontrollably. your father is in front of you immediately, shielding you from any oncoming blows. there's a splash of crimson.
You defeated it...now we can-
Father?
the rain is falling hard and everything is white noise. you’re on your knees, holding your father in your arms.
WHAT DO I DO!!?? you find yourself thinking frantically, as your hands shake, eyes wide and unable to look anywhere but your father. he speaks, thankful that you’re safe and he’s sorry. sorry to have to leave you like this. you are his pride and joy, he’s so proud of you.
you’re scrambling, telling him it will be okay, you’ll get him to the church where the healers can help. everything will be alright! don’t die don’t die DON’T DIE
he’s slowly disappearing in your arms. his body seeming to turn to ashes and dissolve in the rain. he’s gone. your father has left you.
you stare down at your blood soaked gloves, hot tears streaming down your face as you try to make sense of it all.
Everything happened so fast…
Why…?
Why couldn’t I do anything to stop it?
Father… ]
week 4, monday
either way mikazuki munechika will simply hold his hand out to diluc]
Might you be my escort for the day, Diluc Ragnvindr?
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diluc looks at it, for a moment, thinking...then takes his hand, giving it a light squeeze. ]
Surely, it would be my pleasure. Where to?
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Should you like to explore the new location of past excursions? Or perhaps we might examine the new floor...
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week 4, friday
which is to say that mikazuki will be going to look for diluc in particular on this fine, homophobic friday]
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jiji will find diluc in the chapel!! sitting in one of the pews. ]
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mikazuki will approach then, making his footsteps audible as he stands next to the pew]
Might I sit next to you, my friend?
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week 4, saturday | post trial
canopus is seated next to his foot, she'll turn her head to look at jiji. ]
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so he will just move to join him]
... you must be unsatisfied.
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You could say that.
[ he closes his eyes ]
That did not end the way I expected...
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