finalbows | WEEK TWO (Reply)

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11/10
Not quite yet. He spends today looking for Judai, plays some Duel Monsters, then passes out in the church for a while. Too busy of a day to mess around making crystals!

11/11
Kuja puts the finishing touches on the record crystal, sets it up in the middle of his storage room, and starts his first entry.

Kuja's hand is held up very close when the record begins, but he slowly lowers it to his side. "This will be the test. I had to work with some subpar materials, but the result should still serve my purposes. Let's see. Basics. Today is the eleventh day of November. I have been in this town -- I do not know its name -- for.. nearly a week. I have not spoken to every erstwhile resident, but I believe I've seen them all -- for now. It seems like stragglers like myself continue to show up. ...Finally... It seems my body's condition has not deteriorated in any way I can tell, since I came here -- but there's one very curious thing."

He pulls out his gem, holds it up, tilts it to and fro to catch the crystal's light. It's currently red on the outside, blue on the inside. "This gem. I woke up here with it. I prodded it in one of the cracks by accident, and it.. hurt. Not as pain, per se... it felt like dropping down out of the sky. In a bad way."

"...Besides that, there's a little mystery that has popped up since I came here. A coffin in a church, accepting sacrifices. When it first came to us, it was filled with blood... I have been trying to examine some samples, to see if there's anything special to it."

11/12

The first thing Kuja does today is heave a sigh. "Still not dead. Still not any closer to a Trance. The nights here are eerie, but I've seen not hide nor hair of the 'hellhounds' I've been warned so fastidiously of. I feel... the same as when I arrived. How long do I really have...? Will there be any warning signs? At the least, I can always look back on this record-- if I look any different, sound any different..."

"Anyway, Papyrus and I have been talking. I'm near certain the fog here is Mist, of a sort, and he and I toyed with an idea that the souls within it could be bound to those restless bones that keep accosting everyone. If we succeed, I'm sure they'll all be terrifically miserable in such a form, but that's no concern of mine. And maybe I'm even wrong. Papyrus and his brother seem to manage quite fine. Anyway... we'll be testing the theory soon enough."

11/13

"Dreamt of roses again. I'll never deny they're pretty things, but they're not even one of my favorite flowers! Why can't I dream of a room adorned in countless crocus? I'd gather them all up in my arms and just lay there a while."

"I think it's been ten days now. The dreams are strange, but at least I'm having them -- getting to sleep has become somewhat of a chore. I keep settling down, tucking myself in.. then I sit up with a jolt fearing I won't wake. Just one more fun little obstacle..."

"Finally... That beautiful voice I've been hearing in the night... It turns out it belongs to a pretty fairy named Christine. She's as sweet in person as the melodies she sings... ah, in a different time and place! She's just the sort of young lady I like best."

11/14

"What a day! Barnaby -- that fellow who was, quite disappointingly, not actually a magical construct -- called a town meeting in the church. We talked and talked and talked. A fight broke out, at a point. Barnaby really is quite promising. If I could get him and Wild Tiger to team up together... it's promising, is all. It's very promising."

"In addition... I met a young fellow named Albedo, an alchemist, who I mean to ask for help looking over the blood. When I've the time. For now... I need to test another little theory."