Private Conversations with Owain

[thejusticewagon]

Week 1

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WEEK 1

[thejusticewagon]

Wednesday? Wednesday sounds good

[swordhandled]

[ Owain is in the lobby today. He has his Manual of Justice in front of him and seems to be furiously scribbling in the notebook. ]

Perhaps... "Frozen Slash of Death"?

[thejusticewagon]

Oh, that does sound pretty good...

[She can't help overhearing!!]

You might wanna do some alliteration with that, though. Alliteration always helps.

[swordhandled]

Ah, Cynthia!

Hmm, alliteration, huh? How about "Fearful Frozen Fury"?

[thejusticewagon]

Oh, yeah!

[she grins brightly.]

That sounds great! Definitely a one for the books.

[swordhandled]

I'm glad you could approve, dear cousin!

[thejusticewagon]

Heh, well, as long as no one’s dead or on fire I usually approve.

[swordhandled]

No techniques of mine shall end that way!

[ a beat ]

Well, at least not unless they're an enemy.

[thejusticewagon]

Oh, I’m kinda glad you moved past that. Remember that one story where I died and you burst into flame?

[swordhandled]

I still say that was heroic, Cynthia.

[thejusticewagon]

I still kinda disagree, for obvious reasons...

[swordhandled]

How about being mauled by a ferocious beast?

[ 8D ]

[thejusticewagon]

Nah, I doubt that. I am a friend to all animals, y'know!

[GREEK CHORUS WAILS ABOUT THE DRAMATIC IRONY IN THE BACKGROUND]

Week 2, Post Trial

[swordhandled]

[ well... that was certainly something.

Owain is kind of in a small daze at the end, leaving the room and just looking around at everyone else ]

[thejusticewagon]

[Cynthia feels... well... she could have contributed a bit more to that, but...]

Man... I don’t know how they expect us to do this every week. It’s pretty rough even if we do figure the right person out.

[swordhandled]

It'll be difficult, for sure.

[thejusticewagon]

Yeah... but I think I might have an idea. At least, one that can keep us going, anyway.

[swordhandled]

What's your idea?

[thejusticewagon]

Well... you know how our bodies apparently aren't our original bodies? Since there are ghosts of the people who died around, what if we could get new bodies for them when we get out of here?

[swordhandled]

[ thinks about it ] Where could we get these new bodies?

[thejusticewagon]

I don't know... I feel like the tablet guy might know, though. He kinda knows more stuff than we do, so when I get back to my room I'm gonna ask him.

[swordhandled]

That sounds like a good idea, Cynthia.

[thejusticewagon]

Yeah... I mean, it'll be easier to deal with all this stuff if we can make things okay after it all, you know?

Week 3, friday

[swordhandled]

[ searching for her ]

Cynthia!

[thejusticewagon]

[cynthia... could be doing better, but she’s not doing that bad! She’s kind of cling onto the idea of the replacement bodies as a hope point, so she just seems kind of tired rather than actually ground down by the discoveries.]

Hey... rough day, huh?

[swordhandled]

That's putting it mildly.

[thejusticewagon]

Yeah... I only found Inaba, who got wrapped up by a spider, and it... could be worse? I don't even wanna look at anything the Barghest might've done, if it turned up again...

[swordhandled]

Hm, I am not sure about the Barghest, but one of my weapons was found outside of my room.

[thejusticewagon]

...

What, seriously? Someone broke into your room and stole one of your weapons?

[swordhandled]

Yes, they did.

[thejusticewagon]

Are they trying to frame you or something? Why would they do that?

[swordhandled]

That's what I'm thinking. Nobody quite has a Levin Sword here...

[thejusticewagon]

It seems really obviously a fake, though, because of that. Like, why would you kill someone with the kind of sword only you have?

[swordhandled]

It's still troubling, to say the least.

[thejusticewagon]

You think one of the monsters has it out for you specifically?

[swordhandled]

I can't think of a reason why...

[thejusticewagon]

Yeah, me either. But I don't really know how weird evil monsters work, so...

WEEK 5, EARLY EVENING

[resortghosts]

Hey, Owain, you doing alright? It's me!

[swordhandled]

Cynthia, Cynthia is that you?!

[resortghosts]

Yeah, it's me! I'm doing pretty okay, so don't worry.

[swordhandled]

I'm sorry, Cynthia, for everything...

[resortghosts]

Aw, don't worry about it! I was the one who just thought everything would go the way it did back home instead of being careful. You need to worry about yourself and Gerome.