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[starfelled]

A mist settles in over the monastery.

Is it morning? Night? Who can say? Today, the day feels endless. The sun is nowhere to be seen — or had it been at all? Instead, a curious green glow engulfs Garreg Mach, like an eternal twilight settling in. Time seems to be paused almost, though the wildlife in and around the area continues to act as though nothing is wrong. As though this is perfectly normal. As though it is natural for the skies to be dark, with not a single star in sight, and for the sun to be forgotten in the mist that lingers. The paths are at least lit by small orbs of light, fireflies flitting about.

However, should one come into contact with one of those fireflies, a memory of the past will be projected for all in the close vicinity to see. Joyous occasions, tragic events — they don't seem to discern one way or another. Perhaps it would be best to watch your step for now, though.

Of course, after lingering for about a day, the strange ambience will fade into what appears to be a normal night at Garreg Mach. It's as if nothing had happened at all. Did it? Or was it all simply a shared hallucination?

[ ● MEMSHARE POST. Coming into contact with the fireflies will share a memory of your character's with those around them. You can top-level with a memory to start out or have people tag you and determine it then, whatever. I don't make the rules (except I do and I say yolo). Have fun with it!
● Open posts like this one are flipping to a two week schedule instead of a weekly one.
● Because of the above, the last bit is there for people who'd maybe like to play out aftermath threads later on but don't want to wait for a new post or make a new one.
● Settings have been slightly updated. ]

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[azuremoon]

["Your Edelgard"... Dimitri has to shake his head rapidly to clear it, focusing on her talking about other versions of himself instead.]

Ah, yes. So far, that holds true.

[He pauses for a moment as he considers how to word this.]

I have stopped wearing my armor here for the most part. If you happen to see me wearing it, chances are that it is a Dimitri who would happily kill you on sight. Please go and find someone, preferably me. I will take care of it.

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[crimsonflower]

I will take care of my troubles how I see fit.

[Is her immediate response that's dripping with offense.]

[crimsonflower]

—However, in the interest of the others that reside here, I shall take your offer into consideration.

[Meanwhile Edelgard herself is too stubborn and set in her ways to have an immediate identifier of "what version" she is. Everyone will just have to keep doing what they're doing — avoiding her until they feel brave enough to approach.]

[azuremoon]

I did not mean that as a slight on your strength. It was with the others in mind that I made the request in the first place. If the two of us were to truly engage in battle, people would feel obligated to take sides. This peace is far too fragile to risk a confrontation.

[Dimitri bows his head.]

Still, I apologize for the implication that you are unable to defend yourself.

[crimsonflower]

[She reaches out to him. Gloved hand grasping his chin to tilt it upward. Edelgard forces Dimitri to look at her, and to do so with a moment of silence between them save the crackling of the fire. After staring him down, taking in the bright blue eye of his that reminds her of the sky once a storm has cleared from the sea, she speaks:]

Apology accepted. However I also take offense that you think I cannot make a good decision in a time of crisis. The circumstances here are much different than before. I understand that.

[azuremoon]

[Poor Dimitri. Edelgard is talking, but he barely hears a single word now that his heart is pounding loud enough to drown it out. His face colors impressively and that one eye widens to comical proportions, melting away the years until he looks like that boy she once knew, if only for a moment.]

I — yes. Understood.

[Except not, he only tuned in halfway at "the circumstances here".]

[crimsonflower]

Very good. Thank you.

[Gosh with that expression he looks exactly like that boy. The face he'd make when she'd insist on leading him into a forest or breaking into and abandoned house people said might be haunted. Every time she'd take his hand and lead him forward he'd make that face.

A twinge of pain makes its way to her expression before she lets go of his chin. Her gloved fingers brushing against the skin of his jaw before finally falling away. She looks away from him. To the fire.]

[azuremoon]

[Goddess preserve him — no, it's better that Sothis isn't around right this second. What if she decided to tease him?! Dimitri takes a quick glance around, just to make sure.

All right. He's safe. He polishes off his cup of tea, rising to his feet again.]

Well, I do not want to overstay my welcome. Do let me know when Bernadetta would like to collect some wood. Good evening, Edelgard.