Week 8.

[azumods]

WEEK 8 Snowpoint City remains as cold and unforgiving as ever, through no fault of its residents. The city itself doesn't seem to see much change in the passing days; there's something you'll all become rather aware of on Sunday as the day goes on, and after so long with no incidents along those lines it's likely an unpleasant thing to deal with. There's also the fact that the changes to the world seem to be slowing; though the one alteration that's immediately obvious is a major one, it seems that things may be beginning to stagnate again. Will there be a slip back into apathy again, if this continues? Or will the changes you've affected already continue to hold? Only time will tell, really. That doesn't mean that nothing has changed, however - thankfully enough, the slugs seem to be settling. Or...well, more accurately, once in a while they stop huffing at each other long enough to drive up piles of snow with their heads and stare at them like they're trying to work out what they're attempting to create, but at least it's a collaborative effort. Are they attempting diplomacy? It's difficult to tell; after all, they are just slugs. But at least there seems to be a little less open hostility. Improvement...? Perhaps. The local ghost Pokémon also seem to have taken an interest in you lately, though precisely...how is a little mixed. They don't seem overly mischievous or malicious - they seem about as odd as the rest of the wild Pokémon in the region - but they do seem more inherently trusting of you and your traveling group. They've taken to following you from time to time, and taking a general vague interest in what you're doing. So that's...new. CURRENT LOCATION: SNOWPOINT CITY POKEMON AVAILABLE: WITHIN CITIES SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY [OOC: Welcome to week eight of Azume; feel free to make as many top levels as you'd like and tag out to other characters! This post is for all of your interactions this week... at least until the weekend.]

Comments

[discutio]

...On rare occasions, yes. Is something bothering you, Michael?

[eudaimonikos]

I have a cold, and it might be because I spent a bunch of time yesterday hanging around outside trying to get donations for a charity to help ghosts? What's that about?

[He puts a hand on his forehead.]

A year ago, I was probably working on new ways to torture my humans. For me, that's like if it was happening like, thirty minutes ago. Normally I don’t think about that, I just do stuff now.

[But, you know, he feels gross and is just laying around today.]

[discutio]

If it helps the matter any, I think that a far better course of action than most human-passing daemons I know. A marked improvement, I might even say.

[eudaimonikos]

No, I know. I'm not saying I'm gonna turn around and murder you all in your sleep or something. Wouldn't get me anywhere anyway, just - man, it's crazy to think about. You spend your whole existence fulfilling your one purpose, and then you look up, and you're just off in the weeds going native. I don't actually have any idea what the hell I'm doing.

[fun fact, this existential spiral was prompted by the realization that he spent part of Monday trying to get his Gastly hooked on phonics like a kindergarten teacher]

[discutio]

...

[Ignis was suspiciously quiet at that, even if just for a second or two.]

I can understand what that's like. Losing sight of one's intended purpose is...disorienting, to say the least.

[eudaimonikos]

[Michael snorts, even if that pun wasn't intentional.] Nice.

Just never really had time to think about it back there. I was just off of like, three or so days that were just entirely near-death experiences.

[.....]

And now we're here. So. Great way to avoid everything.

[discutio]

[bold of you to assume ignis scientia has ever made an unintentional pun in his life]

You could always try coming off a ten-year apocalypse. Though I most definitely do not recommend it.

[eudaimonikos]

Technically, I'm probably supposed to revel in the apocalypse. Ravage the earth, and all that.

[He settles his head on his arms.]

I actually did go to Earth once, but I just helped my friend Eleanor ravage her liver.

[discutio]

I would presume it in the job description, ordinarily.

[as one does.]

...Is this a poor time to admit I find Earth a strange and simplistic label for a planet?

[eudaimonikos]

Yeah, it's pretty non-specific. They named all the other planets in the system after ancient gods, and then theirs is just...the dirt rock.

What's yours called, again?

[discutio]

Glad to hear it isn't just me. Our world's called Eos; perhaps a bit simple in its own right, but it is what it is.

[eudaimonikos]

Our world...well, it's not a planet, and you can't really express what we call it with human mouth-parts. But it isn't called Dirt, that's the important part.

[There's a moment of quiet.]

And no one gets sick there. Also very important.