WEEK 6

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[Week six comes like an ominous wave. If anything, the wall is more threatening that it's ever been. That sign from last week? Looks aged-- like it's far more than just a week old. But more than that, it feels like something is waiting to snap this week. What could possibly go wrong, after last week?

Said no one ever, at this point.

But still, if you look around this week, you might find out something. It's like someone has started leaving clues in places old and new. Take a look around.]

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Comments

[swordsinternally]

I recreated Fuyuki once-- and the church that annoyed the hell out of me. I should've honestly just recreated the Emiya estate or the dojo.

[covertizer]

[ He reaches out without really looking to wrap his hand around Tsukasa's wrist. ]

The place you told me about early on? Why don't you, I won't gripe if you want to wipe out the Velvet Room for a bit.

[swordsinternally]

Yeah.

[ It's pretty comfortable, having Akira's hand around his wrist. He likes it. ]

And alright. I'll show you. It's a nice place, after all.

[ He'll go up to the panel and in fact creates the exterior of the Emiya estate-- it's the outside garden, in fact. If Akira looks around, he'll be able to see other buildings as well. Specifically, the storage shed on the upper left and the dojo in the upper right.

And well... Tsukasa makes the decision to take a seat on the estate, staring up at the night sky before patting the empty space next to him. ]

[covertizer]

[ Akira sits himself up properly, and watches as Tsukasa messes with the panel and changes the eerie blue goal of the Velvet Room into-- well. Wow.

Tsukasa hadn't been kidding about the size of the Emiya estate. He knows what big, traditional houses look like in theory, but one of this size is... impressive. Yeah. Very impressive. ]

You weren't kidding.

[ He drags himself to his feet and shifts over to sit himself down comfortably next to Tsukasa, and looks up at the sky as well. ]

...

Where I live in Tokyo has some decently sized places, considering everyone thinks of tiny 1LDKs. But this is another level.

[swordsinternally]

Yeah. I actually like it here a lot. It might not be my real home, but... I was never lonely in this place. The dojo is over there, [ he points out ] and then there's the storage shed. I usually practiced magic in the storage shed, in fact.

But this spot had the best view.

[covertizer]

Home is wherever you want it to be, you know.

[ He can't stop staring up at how clear the sky looks, compared to Tokyo. It reminds him of back home, before everything changed. Before Tokyo, and the thieves and that night everything went wrong. ]

Can you always see the sky this clearly from here?

[swordsinternally]

I suppose that's true.

[ He falls down to lay down on the area where he's sitting. There's enough for that, at least. ]

... Yeah. The sky was always clear. In the recreated Fuyuki I made, though, the moon wasn't normal, like this.

[covertizer]

[ Akira twists so he can look at Tsukasa, flopped out along the walkway. ]

Outside of the normal waxing/waning cycles, you mean?

[ After a second he flops backwards as well, shifting so he can rest his head against Tsukasa's arm. Cosy. ]

[swordsinternally]

Yeah.

[ He nods in response to that. ] The moon was entirely black.

[covertizer]

...

[ Ah...? ]

A fully black moon...? [ He shifts again, craning his neck up. ]

Why?

[swordsinternally]

Yeah. The world... wasn't real, after all.

[covertizer]

[ Okay then. Now he's properly rolling over and propping himself up on his elbows, slightly over Tsukasa. ]

A fake world, then. One that people could manipulate the set up and situation of?

[swordsinternally]

I created it, but it wasn't something I could really manipulate things entirely. Even if the world was fake, all the people and situations were real.

[covertizer]

And people are unpredictable.

[ He laces his fingers on Tsukasa's chest and rests his chin against them. ]

Did everything that happened in that world have consequences? In and out of it?

[swordsinternally]

No. The events that happened in that world... would disappear at the end of the fourth day.

[covertizer]

... No matter what happened?

[swordsinternally]

No matter what.

[covertizer]

Like a total reset?

[ Four days is a short amount of time, but long enough for significant changes to happen... ]

[swordsinternally]

They wouldn't remember the events-- it would all just be like a dream for them. But it's not like the days would reset. Everything would just go back to normal and they'd all spend the rest of their lives like normal.

[covertizer]

[ For a moment it had sounded like the Metaverse - a world created by an individual and influenced by those around them. But the Thieves never forgot anything from it, even if the people who created it never knew what had happened.

So... it's not quite the same. ]

It was more like a pause, or a tangent than a time loop or something. [ ... ] I won't forget this, or you when this is over, you know.

[swordsinternally]

Yeah, I know. Because I know this isn't that world that I created.

[covertizer]

Hey.

[ He taps Tsukasa's chin. ]

Regardless of that. I'm stubborn, I'd find a way to remember even if it was. Overcoming impossible odds is sort of my thing.

[swordsinternally]

Heh... To be honest, that's one of the things I like about you, Akira. And I want to see it. I want to see you overcome those odds, over and over again.

[covertizer]

[ Whoa, hey. You'll make him blush. ]

Some people would just call it being bull-headed.

[swordsinternally]

[ Just as planned. ]

Well, I'm not a part of "some people".