I've already told you the majority of how my second title works. We are players form a previous game, survivors drawn into this one to encourage the completion of objectives. There are five of us-- we originally had no idea who the other four were, as our memories of the previous game had been stripped from us.
Now that we've found each other, every week during our meeting with the Crafters, we regain one memory from the previous game.
I imagine our role in this war game is reflected in our title: we are to encourage the completion of everyone's objectives, while trying to piece together the stories of the past. For every objective we help see through, the Crafters will answer questions about this game and the one prior.
Mine is pretty much what you've probably figured out. I get to confirm one person each week: I learn which faction they belong to and whether or not they have an additional role.
I get half an answer to my question if I correctly nail a role; I get another half of an answer if I figure out what role they have, exactly.
[he shrugs.]
If I don't hit a role, and if I didn't get anyone to 'fess up anything over the past week, then my weekly meeting with the Crafters is pretty useless.
Last Monday, our memory was of a masked ball. There was a girl at the ball, dressed in pink silk. She was yelling at someone-- "don't think you can just stand in the corner the whole time; you're dancing even if I have to drag you out there myself"-- and her voice was. . . familiar.
I believe it was the girl who screamed in our earlier memory. The one in which Tiger-san was stabbed.
Yup, to Beauty. Blotted out like the other letters from the dead, but based on what I could decipher... they mostly criticized my wooing attempts. Oh, and encouraged completing the objectives and working with you guys, the Historians. Nothing groundbreaking.
It's pretty weird. Though in Beauty and Beast's case—even though it turned out that the dead are in the same dimension—I guess I thought of it more as being trapped elsewhere, rather than dead.
Yeah. Apparently it's not a pleasant place, so there's that. Guess it reinforces the idea that completing the objectives will net us enough ink to revive them, if Beauty's gunning for that route.
I admittedly never asked the Crafters what would happen if enough ink was gathered. But they've always been vague, every time I've asked them about this game's ending.
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Now that we've found each other, every week during our meeting with the Crafters, we regain one memory from the previous game.
I imagine our role in this war game is reflected in our title: we are to encourage the completion of everyone's objectives, while trying to piece together the stories of the past. For every objective we help see through, the Crafters will answer questions about this game and the one prior.
There isn't much else to it.
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Mine is pretty much what you've probably figured out. I get to confirm one person each week: I learn which faction they belong to and whether or not they have an additional role.
I get half an answer to my question if I correctly nail a role; I get another half of an answer if I figure out what role they have, exactly.
[he shrugs.]
If I don't hit a role, and if I didn't get anyone to 'fess up anything over the past week, then my weekly meeting with the Crafters is pretty useless.
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Who here have you confirmed to have a second role? For that information, I'll tell you about the last two memories the Historians received.
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I hit another role this week, but I'll be talking to them first. Can't give you their name yet.
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All right.
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Last Monday, our memory was of a masked ball. There was a girl at the ball, dressed in pink silk. She was yelling at someone-- "don't think you can just stand in the corner the whole time; you're dancing even if I have to drag you out there myself"-- and her voice was. . . familiar.
I believe it was the girl who screamed in our earlier memory. The one in which Tiger-san was stabbed.
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Have you tried writing to either of them?
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Varian-san suggested something similar. Why would I write to them?
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Did they respond?
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Who are you even trying to woo?
[BELPH PLZ!1]
[but then he just looks awkward]
Where. . . did you send the letter?
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[ :) ]
Through the owlery.
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The owlery. Of course.
[SHIFTS AWKWARDLY. . .]
I don't know how I feel about writing letters to those who are supposed to be dead.
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It's pretty weird. Though in Beauty and Beast's case—even though it turned out that the dead are in the same dimension—I guess I thought of it more as being trapped elsewhere, rather than dead.
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[first he's heard of it]
I admittedly never asked the Crafters what would happen if enough ink was gathered. But they've always been vague, every time I've asked them about this game's ending.
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