Oh, this thing? That's a- [insert arknights word for snake bc they call animals weird shit but i can't find one for snakes.] You know, kinda like a Phidia.
No idea what it has to do with Sauin, though, unless somebody's scared of 'em.
It's an old tradition of ours. For us, it's a day when we send off the myriad souls, buuut it's spread past Kazdel and gotten turned into some kind of day of exorcism, with a bunch of stupid costumes and stuff.
[she can! one horn is cracked, she's missing a couple fingers, and she's bandaged multiple places; overall, she still looks pretty beaten and exhausted. the injuries don't help at all, but it looks like the worst of it for her isn't really being hurt, but rather being worn down enough to be in that condition.]
start at this link, skip down to "is it over?", then once you get to ch'en going 'stand up, talulah' skip past all the ch'en and talulah stuff if you want and go to where amiya and w are talking again. then go to this link and search 'sarkaz' to find the w and mercenary bit.
wis'adel watches all of this happen, with the occasional brief reaction-- a little roll of her eyes, a huffed laugh, maybe.]
Oh, yeah. All our cities do! If we didn't make 'em that way, they'd just get decimated by Catastrophes.
[she's had to explain this before, so she whips out a notebook and turns to one of the very first pages. it's got a shitty diagram in red gel pen of an absolutely enormous treaded vehicle (think tank treads) driving up a mountain. the tiny tops of skyscrapers pop up here and there over its walls. off to the side of the mountain there is a big stormcloud scribble labeled CATASTROFY.]
Oh, right! I suppose we do not have to translate Morse code this time... I am not sure whether to be relieved or disappointed about that. But yes, I will share with you.
[ she'll forward the voicemail! it's poor quality and full of white noise, but there are two hard-to-distinguish voices:
"—fine. Winning or losing isn't exactly the point."
"Of course I'm your favorite. I've met the competition. And I suppose I have to accept your wish to make your own fun. You're lucky your pettiness is one of my favorite traits about you." ]
[hers is the same, quality wise, and the voices are saying:
""—tag and hide and seek are practically the same game? Maybe try harder to win instead of complaining about semantics."
"Thank you. You know you're my favorite? But I'm just saying, sitting around in hiding is a lot easier than having to run back and forth so much. But it'll be—"]
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Week 0, Monday
What a beautiful beach! God must have heard my prayers after all.
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[wow... so she's a weirdo.]
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Week 1, Monday
How strange. What creature could leave remains like this...?
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No idea what it has to do with Sauin, though, unless somebody's scared of 'em.
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[ but maybe it's a phidia. ]
... What is Sauin?
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Week 2, Friday
How are your wounds?
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[she's outside somewhere, being a terrible patient.]
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[ can she see how bad she got got? ]
I'm... glad that your spirits do not seem to have dampened too much from all of that.
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[she can! one horn is cracked, she's missing a couple fingers, and she's bandaged multiple places; overall, she still looks pretty beaten and exhausted. the injuries don't help at all, but it looks like the worst of it for her isn't really being hurt, but rather being worn down enough to be in that condition.]
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w3 monday
start at this link, skip down to "is it over?", then once you get to ch'en going 'stand up, talulah' skip past all the ch'en and talulah stuff if you want and go to where amiya and w are talking again. then go to this link and search 'sarkaz' to find the w and mercenary bit.
wis'adel watches all of this happen, with the occasional brief reaction-- a little roll of her eyes, a huffed laugh, maybe.]
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and lowers them as it goes on.
first of all, ]
An entire city...? It moves?
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[she's had to explain this before, so she whips out a notebook and turns to one of the very first pages. it's got a shitty diagram in red gel pen of an absolutely enormous treaded vehicle (think tank treads) driving up a mountain. the tiny tops of skyscrapers pop up here and there over its walls. off to the side of the mountain there is a big stormcloud scribble labeled CATASTROFY.]
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What kind of catastrophe...?
[ squinting at the cloudlike scribble. ]
w5 saturday
weesh is just vibing near the church, tired. this was a lot, considering her general state.]
You know, I can genuinely say that was all totally unexpected...
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I am still not sure I understand what happened.
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...but outside of that... three is a lot.
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w5 sunday
what'd you get? I'll swap you the mesage I got.
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I suppose we do not have to translate Morse code this time... I am not sure whether to be relieved or disappointed about that.
But yes, I will share with you.
[ she'll forward the voicemail! it's poor quality and full of white noise, but there are two hard-to-distinguish voices:
"—fine. Winning or losing isn't exactly the point."
"Of course I'm your favorite. I've met the competition. And I suppose I have to accept your wish to make your own fun. You're lucky your pettiness is one of my favorite traits about you." ]
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[hers is the same, quality wise, and the voices are saying:
""—tag and hide and seek are practically the same game? Maybe try harder to win instead of complaining about semantics."
"Thank you. You know you're my favorite? But I'm just saying, sitting around in hiding is a lot easier than having to run back and forth so much. But it'll be—"]
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Week 6, Saturday
[ Marcoh... and Siffrin, too...
yeah she's just thinking about how ugly things nearly got there. ]
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[i'm so fucking tired.]
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