::Private Conversations for L'arachel & Knoll::

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Week 1, Sunday morning, Post-Execution

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[ So, Knoll does know that he and L'arachel should probably speak after ... all of that he wished could've been avoided because it's probably a good idea they just confer in general. It probably also isn't a good idea just to sulk and despair even if that's something he wants to do. So, he will gently rap his fist against her room door.

He'll take a breath, steeling himself for whatever madness may come. ]

...L'arachel?

[curedham]

[EVERYTHING HAPPENS SO MUCH

surprisingly, the L'Arachel centered madness is minimal; she emerges from her room looking somber, if anything at all. It's a weird expression on her.]

Yes, Knoll?

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... I thought it may be a good idea to speak, in light of what happened...

[ That it is--but Knoll could not blame her for it, considering the circumstances. He'd actually would have been surprised if she had managed to remain...well. Like before. ]

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[Frowning, L'Arachel steps outside the room, closing the door behind her.]

Then let us speak. [And she goes striding down the hall, dignified as ever as she does.] This is the sort of conversation best had over tea, I must say, so let us have some prepared for us.

[L'Arachel is in a constant state of making those faceless servants earn their goddamn pay, tbh.]

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[ Knoll could only follow, less dignified and more just merely trailing, as he always did. ]

Oh, alright. I suppose you are going to have those individuals prepare the tea for us...?

[ He supposes he hasn't had the time to sufficiently harass them enough yet... ]

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Of course. For all their trouble, they prepare the brew finely enough.

[She'll bring them to the lounge, demanding two cups of something unreasonably fancy-sounding of the first faceless man she finds and sitting down at a small table, motioning for Knoll to sit across from her.]

I must say, the situation would be simply unbearable without the modicum of service offered to us.

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True. Their tea had been adequate the first time I had sampled it.

[ The first and last time he had, up until now, apparently...

But, he'll move on from that, swiftly. ]

...I was wondering what you thought of what happened. In confidence...do you think we could prevent something like that happening again?

Week 2, Saturday, Post-Trial, Pre-Execution

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[ It was... definitely a day. He was really tired, and he didn't want to really do much, but at the same time, he knew he wished to talk to L'arachel about...something.

And also just sort of talk to her in general but that was besides the point.

He knocked on her door. ]

[curedham]

[It takes an extra few moments for an answer to come, but the door does open and there stands L'Arachel, all proud and puffed out as one would expect of her, like the events of the past couple of days just. didn't happen.]

Knoll, what a pleasant surprise! Was there something you needed of me, or did you simply wish to see my lovely visage?

[for god's sake l'arachel you're a candidate to kill a man tomorrow]

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Yes, I thought there might be a few things worth discussing...

[ Pause. ]

Er...

[ He just belatedly noticed the second half of that inquiry but he'll just let his general social awkwardness fade into the background (or try to have it do so.) ]

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Ah, well. [ever-so-cheerfully shuts the door behind her] Shall we discuss over tea, then?

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And to bother those servants into making us tea again? Who would want to pass up such an opportunity?

[ His lips upturn into a wry smile. ]

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They are good for very little. We must take advantage of what few things they have the skill for.

[off to the lounge they go! the new usual routine, apparently]

Week 3, Saturday, Post-Trial, Pre-Execution

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[ Knoll is somehow even more tired from the duration of last trial than last. Still, he hauls his noodlely self over to L'arachel's room by which may be a ritual this time because his timing is usually around the same time, so to speak.

He raps his hand gently against her door. ]

Good evening...

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[L'Arachel answers the door pretty much immediately, like she expects this by now, steps out and shuts the door behind her.]

Good evening, Knoll. [If she's at all annoyed or bothered by the trial or its results, it hardly shows; there's the usual dignified energy in her face and her stance, but compared to her usual theatrics, there's a definite curtness in her tone.] Are you faring well?

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[ Knoll releases a short sigh. ]

Yes, I suppose. As well as I can be. However...

[ He takes pause, waiting for her to walk to do their usual routine. ]

I believe I should ask the question of you as well. Considering all that had happened at the trial...

[curedham]

[She...doesn't actually start heading off towards the lounge right away for teatime. Is she just gonna have this conversation right here...]

I am disappointed but not surprised by the results. A fear of the unknown is natural. In truth, however, the sympathy I have seen expressed for our host is...disturbing, in a word.

[Her displeasure appears as a frown for just a short moment before she takes on a more neutral expression.]

But we have uncovered the Ghost and approach her vanquishing. This, at least, is one less fear to threaten our hearts.

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L'arachel, there is something I must confess to you:

I have little to no sympathy for our host whatsoever. But, when I look forward to the future, as having voting off that individual as a possible choice, I cannot help but feel awash in a sensation that prevents me from choosing that course of action. It is because I sense it is rather foreboding to take it, and it's something I cannot ignore.

Yet, I do understand the reasons behind your own actions, and I will not disparage you because of them. Your choice is just one of the few, but at the same time... I hope that together, in the future, the decisions we choose are made with more caution.

[ Knoll's eyes close for a moment. ]

Yes... perhaps we are lucky that the Ghost has been vanquished. I am glad, and still, I cannot help but feel uneasy. Is it because of what we may still need to face? Or whatever lies beyond her, I do not know. Yet, I do hope that this victory means that we are one step ahead and that there is nothing more she can do to ail us.

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[L'Arachel hums, considering, but this obviously hasn't convinced her.]

There is uncertainty and darkness in every part of this place, Knoll. We have discussed this before: that we are disadvantaged in this situation, that this darkness permeates every last part of this place. Every choice made here will come with that same sort of foreboding, and as it should in this vile hive.

[She stands up straight, a certain fierceness in her face.]

I have dedicated my life to purging such villains as our host. To deny their power or influence will offer you no advantage in taking them down, but to offer caution enough that it becomes hesitation allows that influence a grip on your heart. I will not permit that.

[so basically l'arachel's strategy is "oh you wanna fucking GO"]

Week 4, Wednesday late afternoon

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[ Knoll went straight to track L'arachel down, because it's been what...practically a month since they've come here, and he realizes it might be beneficial if they sat down to discuss less 'well our situation sucks but maybe we can do x' and more 'we should talk about we learned'. And maybe even start to. Plan things.

Of course, Knoll isn't a strategist, but he's found himself having to quickly learn to think like one since Week 1 and now...

Well, now he's in front of L'arachel's door and knocking upon it gently. ]

L'arachel? There's something I wish to discuss with you.

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[And here she is! She steps out, closing the door behind her.]

Of course, Knoll. Is it the sort of discussion best had over tea, then?

[She's already striding off as per usual, despite this not being a late weekend night conversation, so it had better be.]

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It is.

[ Knoll couldn't wait for the weekend; he's already learned so much and he needs to make sure that L'arachel has as well. Or if she's learnt more than he has... ]

...Though, speaking of discussions, there is one thing that makes me uneasy. Did you see that note on the bulletin board? The first one, that is.

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I have seen the lot of them, unless more additions have been made since yesterday evening. [the tiniest harrumph!! she seems more annoyed than uneasy at them...] How tactless, to publicly air this sort of gossip! I swear it, Knoll, that if anything brings me to my end here, it will be the utter lack of decorum anyone here holds. I cannot stand it.

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Er...right.

[ Knoll is a bit relieved that L'arachel will always remain herself, but at the same time...

He might as well drop it for now. ]

Well, seeing as we got that matter over with, I suppose the next subject to discuss would be what we've learned in this [trash motel] place. We haven't had the chance to have an informative session of sorts, haven't we?

[curedham]

Of course. [She huffs again as she strides along down the hall, but it sounds more like a sigh.] It is shameful. All this time wasted in this place, and yet so much remains obfuscated in the darkness.

[More than anything, it's directed at herself; after all this time, she doesn't feel like she knows anything more than she did when she first arrived, except for maybe what a refrigerator is.]