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WEEKLY BULLETIN

announcements

• What do you get when you combine a Catholic and a spirit child? I don't know, it's not a joke, it's just an announcement that one of the spirits-- a baby, it looks like-- has been adopted.


• What an awful week, though. Both the exploration group and the distraction group did so well, and honestly? It made a difference. You guys should be proud.


• On a lighter note, autumn is just around the corner! Look for temp drops and gusty weather cropping up in the next week or so.

classifieds

• None.


• If you wish to submit an advertisement, please drop them by the post office.

obituaries

• Capt. Ben Winters: at least he died as he lived: doing something worthwhile. Thank you, Winters.


• Number Five: clever right to the end.


• A whole host of people have gone missing since the party... We haven't found their bodies or their lanterns yet, but I think it's safe to assume they're probably gone. Here's the list: Melisandre, Yaeris, Gene Hicks, Ahven Sychantus, Scott Ryder, Nathan Drake, Brienne of Tarth, Raylen Givens, John Constantine, Chloe Frazier, Irwin Wade, Elisha Harper, Dick Grayson, Aragorn, Rafe Adler, Billy Russo, Ben Hargreeves, Kyna Midha, Washington, Sam Drake, Daniel Riordan, Replica Riku Dawn, Eleven, Shadow Moon

[Worthy of note: this bulletin comes to you not via a newspaper, but by the network, now that Robin's connected with you guys once more!]

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Comments

[evulsed]

[ He snorts, openly derisive, and doesn't turn around right away. Without his gaze turned outward, the only suggestion of his shape is the understated, dim glow of his black lantern. He almost disappears into the shadows because of it. ]

I would've wiped the floor with you if that guy hadn't showed up.

[ The fight had been cut short by that other kid's interference, but the truth is Vanitas isn't entirely sure how it would have ended. He hadn't even really cared at the time. All he'd been interested in is the darkness Riku was giving off, and the impact of flesh on flesh.

In the black the skittering sound of Unversed bounce back, the only other sound in the church beyond their talking. Vanitas looks over his shoulder. ]

What do you want?

[equinoctials]

Asking for a rematch?

[ Is that what he's supposed to read there, a challenge over the forced truce between them? The show of derision is more in line of what he expects, that or something combative, looking to fight. Not vulnerability, not from someone who sees that as weakness. Vanitas almost sinks into the dark backdrop.

To Riku, it seems a little like hiding. ]

That won't bring anybody back. It's just a distraction.

[ Riku places a hand against his own hip, the other brushing a knuckle against his nose as he turns his glance away. ]

Sometimes those are alright, too.

[evulsed]

You're not worth the effort.

[ What he's really saying is I'm not in the mood, and that alone would be a red flag if anyone knew him well enough to understand it. But where Vanitas can't help provoking, that antagonism is only a part of the culmination of his darkness. He isn't just anger and greed; fear and sadness and that empty ache of wanting are just as prevalent.

Maybe more so, now, that he knows what it's like to lose something he's decided to covet.

Either way, he's not here to fight. He's here to wait for Gene. And Riku has already said that isn't what he came here for. ]

You have something else you want to add? Or are you done?