[goal reached!!]

[sevenhorrorsmods]

Who: the student body
When: the afternoon of October 5
Where: the gymnasium, and elsewhere
What: the end of the fundraiser
Warnings: nothing you don't bring yourself!

[boy, has it been a busy week and some change! the fundraising activities seems to have excited more than just the mortal student body. if you've been paying attention to the table adorned with spider lilies throughout the event, you would have noticed that some of the school haunts have been dropping pieces of ghostly yen into the jars scattered on top of it. each jar is now overflowing with glowing golden coins. they're intangible, unfortunately-- no one is going to strike it rich while stuck in this school-- but! they're pretty to look at!]

[and eventually, on October 5, the voice that started the whole affair speaks to you again]

Ah, quite wonderful! This has been such a rousing success. Thank you, my dear students, for working so hard to enrich your educational lives within these hallowed walls!

And a special congratulations to the members of the Outdoors Club, the Occult Investigations Club and the Food Tasting Club. Your efforts specifically have born fruit.

Comments

[presgarddihellis]

[A bragging winner is just as bad as a sore loser, you know? Klein thinks to himself with some amusement.]

It's fine. It's to be expected.

If someone had made the wrong choice in the last gathering, I'd assume it would have stung them even worse.

As it is, I'm just a little wrung out still, but! Closer to being healed now.

[moving his right arm purposefully!]

[velluminous]

[ she is indeed not quite so gracious as not to feel pleased by their win. she does not have the wisdom... and now she is thinking about the caves again, and the rising water.

one false start...

wait ]

You juggle with your arm still damaged?

[presgarddihellis]

It's healed quite well, in fact.

[velluminous]

[ reaches out to touch—
remembers Miss Tiger Lily—
stops. ]

This pleases me to hear.

[ and you wanna please her, right. right. ]

[presgarddihellis]

[just watching her hand before looking to her face and smiling as if he hadn't noticed the hesitation.]

It is a relief.

Even the spiritual side of the injury is doing well.

[velluminous]

[ stop perceiving me ]

Hoh! Good. Good, this is good. [ say 'good' one more time ] Do not let it happen again.

[presgarddihellis]

I hardly allowed for it in the first place.

[velluminous]

You know what I am saying.

[presgarddihellis]

I will be more cautious in the future.

[velluminous]

I would not like to risk... one of few friends I have made.

[presgarddihellis]

[the smile is a bit more than just his habitual one. a bit warmer, a tad bittersweet in some ways.]

I understand. Please do trust that I am not one who is prone to taking unnecessary risks.

[velluminous]

[ she is, unfortunately, not insightful enough to tell the difference. ]

I do not know you that well. Is it so wrong for me to worry? I nearly forget what that is like, to have someone to worry for.

[presgarddihellis]

It's not wrong.

... if you'd like to know more about me, I doubt it'd reassure you very much, though.

[velluminous]

Tell me more for sake of knowing sometime, then.

[presgarddihellis]

It's a bit hard to know where to start, so I usually just let people ask their questions.

[velluminous]

I am scholar. You may simply start.

[presgarddihellis]

... this is also when I admit that I've been slacking in keeping track of what I've told people in while in this school.

[velluminous]

[ well, ]

Tell me favourite thing you have about yourself.

[presgarddihellis]

Favorite thing...




... have I told you about why I named myself Smith?

[velluminous]

You have not.

[presgarddihellis]

I was once part of a secret organization of the Church of the Evernight Goddess. The purpose of that organization is largely to keep tabs on Beyonders--people who drink the potions that have them walking down the Pathways of the Divine--who run the real risk of berserking and doing normal citizens harm.

The Captain I was under was Dunn Smith. He'd been a Nighthawk, a member of that organization, for many years. And he didn't get very far down his own Pathway. But it wasn't solely from his lack of want to ascend down the Pathway. It was because he would take on more and more characteristics of his fellow Nighthawks who fell in the line of duty. It meant that he'd have essentially taken the lowest levels of potions multiple times. Over and over.

I was able to share with him the secret of how to digest those potions much quicker and he made some progress... but unfortunately, it was a bit too late. There were already mechanizations already in play which was manipulating him, the Nighthawks, and even my own Fate at the time.

[velluminous]

Ahh. [ sympathetic tongue-click ] This is often how such things play out.

[presgarddihellis]

It is rather unfortunate.

... he didn't lose control.

But. A situation was arranged so that an evil god was designed to be born in the midst of our organization's headquarters.

Captain Dunn Smith of the Evernight Nighthawks died ensuring the god could not be born and the city and the kingdom it was in was spared a terrible fate.

[velluminous]

[ uh! oh.

oh...

the name carries a heavy meaning, indeed. ]

Oh, Mister Smith. You choose your name wisely.