HARROWHARK, GAY GOTH PROM QUEEN

[malewife]

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PRE-W0: SUNDAY.

[malewife]

[ Niah, his black wolf daemon but now at medium dog size, comes over to give Harrowhark a distant sniff.

Joonghyuk, however, merely stares at her. No greeting. It isn't a glare, but his eyebrows are always furrowed, so... ]

[outsidebones]

[she glares back at him, though evenly. she's wearing a more sensible trousers and button down with a bone corset, and she has a large sword around her waist that looks way too big for her.]

...Your creature is sniffing me.

[malewife]

He's a wolf.

[ Niah does stop sniffing when he's done. Joonghyuk eyes her sword and squints cause... It does look to big for her. His own is proper size for himself. ]

Your page said you're a necromancer.

[outsidebones]

My page misled you. I am the best necromancer you will ever meet.

[she squints at the wolf, but if she's no longer squinting, she's less bothered.]

Your page says you're a king who plays a lot of games.

[malewife]

[ Niah is just chilling, well-behaved. Doesn't bark or bother. There's a glint of interest in Joonghyuk's eyes when she says she's the best. ]

"Supreme King" is a title of the strongest—the king among kings. Royalty has little to do with it. [ He doesn't care about that. ] Games were part of my old profession.

You are the only necromancer I've met.

W0, TUESDAY

[malewife]

[ Spins the wheel of doors. okay i see

3. You open a door and immediately hear a roar. Before you can see what's inside the room, a creature bursts out and screams in your face. The face inside the snake's mouth is someone you know from home. Their expression is a mixture of bloodthirst and terror. You get the sense that they want you dead. You sustain one minor injury, but the door slams shut on the creature before it can hurt you further. If you try to open the door again, it won't open, but you will hear your friend's screams from behind it.

They can happen to be in this hallway together, all coincidence and not intentional.

He opens this door and a creature sure comes out at them. While he sees one of the persons (the other can be Harrow's person) in its mouth is someone he knows, he takes out his sword and he's about to try to stab it. Does she TELL HIM HE SHOULDN'T? ]

[outsidebones]

[absolutely not, she doesn't. she's going to pull out a knife and try to drive it directly into the side of the snake with a furious snarl.]

[malewife]

[ Nice. The snake hisses as it's stabbed in the side, then Joonghyuk's sword runs through its head. Despite what should be a fatal blow, it writhes and snaps at them. Its python teeth graze or prick them, drawing light trickles of blood.

It attempts to slither back. ]

It's trying to escape.

[outsidebones]

[her knife probably did very little of that damage, but she'll try to slash it again before the door abruptly slams shut on it.]

I'm not sure whether it was even real.

W1 : THURSDAY, PRE-CURFEW

[malewife]

[ Joonghyuk doesn't want to move too much, so he's in the courtyard, sitting at the garden patio. No longer stinky this time. Just kind of staring at his sword.

Niah is the one that greets her first though, padding up to her to give her a look. ]

[outsidebones]

Hello.

[she walks in, very rigid and as severe as ever.]

I am here to see about your emotional well-being.

[malewife]

[ Niah gives her a greeting blink, animals just do that, and follows her back here. It takes him a moment before he looks up and register that she's here. ]

... You didn't need to come check on me. [ His tone isn't harsh, just tired. ] Fine.

[ But then he coughs a bunch of petals, lilac in color. A lot of petals. ]

[outsidebones]

In fact, it is required of me.

[...]

I have found that that color often represents dishonesty.

W2 : THURSDAY

[malewife]

Harrowhark Nonagesimus.

Are you present?

[outsidebones]

I am present. What may I do for you?

[malewife]

[ she may not know, but he is so disappointed that she isn't gone. for good reasons, i promise. ]

I was checking to see who disappeared.

[outsidebones]

[i like the implication that harrow is sensible because in her rings CYOA she was by far the least sensible person there.]

Ah. Yes, the Thursday events again. Have you noticed anyone missing thus far?

W2 : SUNDAY

[malewife]

[ We are at the cemetery! Just looking at these graves with arms crossed, but the weekly effect simulates letters on his figure. They're multiple lines of different strokes and orientations, possibly separated phonetics on paper white. They ascend as if someone is scrolling on a tablet, reading.

At least Niah notices Harrowhark and comes over to greet. ]

[outsidebones]

[oh, hello, niah. harrow isn't super comfortable around dogs, so she doesn't know how to say hello to one. she just crosses her arms.]

Yoo Joonghyuk. What are you thinking?

[malewife]

[ Animals are intuitive, so Niah knows through her vibe at least? He chills as Joonghyuk broods. ]

Harrowhark Nonagesimus... That a cemetery shouldn't exist if it's going to be filled with disrespectful headstones.

[outsidebones]

The dead are indifferent to the contents of their headstones, in most cases. Perhaps not here.

W3 : MONDAY

[malewife]

[ He sees her and Niah comes to greet as usual. Instantly: ]

We are not doing this.

[ But the stardust falls anyway, so a memory plays. ]

[outsidebones]

I believe we are.

[hei your memshare coding just gets more and more every time. anyway. she comes away from the memory with her hand over her mouth, because as always, she understands him too well. she doesn't want to understand this, but more than anything else she does.]

You do want to live.

[malewife]

[ if only i pre-wrote and prepared everything beforehand...

So they must suffer this awful weekly event. It would have been better if these memories played like films where you're left to interpret, but no. They have to feel the comfortable emptiness and the cruelty of hope.

He crosses his arms. ]

... That's right. In the end, my greed was stronger than my weariness.

[outsidebones]

[she isn't sure what to say to that, and she doesn't have to say anything, because a memory of her own interrupts.]

...Yes. I wanted to live, too.