CRESCENT;

[cyclists]

Crescent

As The Crescent:
Every Monday, the Crescent will meet with the Signs and be given the opportunity to grant one other player immunity for the week. This immunity will allow the player to live for that week even if they are chosen as a victim by the Corrupted.

Should the Crescent choose to protect someone and that person is selected as a victim, however, the Crescent's name will be provided as the victim and they will die in that week to protect the chosen player.

The Crescent will also be allowed to submit a name for a victim in order to protect someone else. If they are concerned that someone they wish to protect will be chosen by the Corrupted, they may enact a trade to sacrifice another player. While there is no guarantee that the name they've offered will be chosen, this action will earn favor among the Signs.

The choice must be made at the time of the meeting. The Crescent only gets one meeting per week and they must choose wisely if they wish to protect someone and risk their own life, or offer someone as a failsafe sacrifice. (i.e. "I would like to protect X" versus "should X be chosen by the Corrupted, I would like to substitute Y.")

When the Signs seek to summon the Crescent, a portal will appear when they finds themselves alone. Upon entering the portal, they will be brought into a tea room where the Signs are waiting for them. When their visit in the room concludes and they choose to exit, the portal will disappear. The Crescent will find that no matter how long they spent in the tea Room, no time has elapsed outside of the portal.

Additional notes:
The Crescent will be allowed to ask questions about the ongoings of the game and communicate with the Signs in their weekly meetings. They will be able to also receive small hints in the game should they perform well, including game mechanics, locations and more. However, the information received will be up to the Signs' discretion.

Best of luck.

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WEEK 5

[cyclists]

[cyclists]

[Please submit your choice of who to protect, whether this is a traditional protection or a sacrifice and, if applicable, who the sacrifice will be by Tuesday at 9:00 AM PST/12:00 PM EST.]

[tothemaxwell]

I choose to protect Four.

LUNE

[cyclists]

[tothemaxwell]

Hello as always, Lune.

I wonder what this week will bring? It would be pleasant to be the same as the last, wouldn't it?

[cyclists]

Good day, Milla.

[and lune will offer her a cup of tea?]

I would like to hope for such a pleasant turn of events.

[tothemaxwell]

[She takes the tea happily.]

Oh! Thank you. What a treat—to receive from you, Lune, rather than to give. Did you brew it yourself?

[cyclists]

Ahaha, rather it was something that I was able to conjure -

But it tastes just as I've had it brewed for me before. It makes me feel a bit nostalgic.

[tothemaxwell]

[Milla takes a sip as Lune speaks, nodding along.]

Yes, it has a quite a refined, elegent flavor. I see I still have much to live up to.

I wonder how long it took Rowan to mix and brew his blends...?

[cyclists]

Rowan is a companion of yours?

[but lune just sounds gently amused at that]

Regardless, all of your attempts are quite kind, Milla. I appreciate each time that you seek to help look after me regardless.

[tothemaxwell]

Yes, he was. And a very dear companion, at that. [The old coot.

But his tea was very good, and he was always a good friend, despite his quirks.

Actually.]

You remind me of him, somewhat.

SOL

[cyclists]

[tothemaxwell]

Good day, Sol.

We should continue our conversations about our past, when you have the opportunity.

[cyclists]

I always have time for you, Milla. [Which is to say he likes talking to her.] What part of the past do you want to cover today?

[tothemaxwell]

Certainly. I'll start.

Is there anyone you miss particularly, having now been cast in your new role here?

[cyclists]

[Wow, what a question.]

I miss being able to spend time with my friends. We didn't get a ton of vacation time together because we were always working, but the time we did have was some of my favorite. Plus there's someone else that's really important, too. I'm hoping I get to see him again whenever we get out of here.

Same question though.

[tothemaxwell]

[There's something nostalgic and understanding as Milla nods along, smiling at whatever mental image she's conjuring of Sol and pals. It certainly seemed familiar in a warm way.]

Of course, I will be excited to see my fellow spirits again, once things have been faithfully restored, and we are released from here.

But... sometimes, I must admit to missing a place I cannot return to, and the people who reside there.

[Milla pauses—chuckles lightly, and smiles, shaking her head and closing her eyes almost in admonishment of herself.]

Ha, ha. I suppose it's not particularly funny, but... that is the first time I've admitted it out loud. Perhaps it's easier, as you are unaffiliated, Sol.

[cyclists]

[That's a mood. But he looks at her curiously from under his hood.]

It's not a bad thing to admit it out loud, I think. But...why not? Is it really impossible to go back?

[tothemaxwell]

[She considers, and shakes her head.]

It's not impossible. Within the next thousand years or so, I suppose it may be possible to do it once more, depending on the flux of power within the world.

But for the moment, I must stay where I am, within the realm of spirits. To do otherwise would be...

[selfish.]

...to deny the future we fought for.

[cyclists]

Oh...[Okay, that makes sense and he's nodding to himself because it's not like he doesn't understand duty or a future that hinges on one person.] It must be hard though to have to stay in one place. But people can come and see you and still talk to you, can't they?

[tothemaxwell]

[...]

No.

The path connecting the human world to the Spirit Realm has been effectively dismantled, and destroyed.

Saving extraordinary circumstances, I will never be able to see the humans I fought alongside in person again.

[cyclists]

...but that's not fair. They're your friends, aren't you? If you fought alongside them and did everything together to get things to where they were, why can't there be another path made somehow or something?

[tothemaxwell]

[There's a beat of hesitation—and then Milla smiles.

There's something around the edges of it, though, that blurs into a nostalgic kind of sadness.]

Ha ha ha. Rather than fair or unfair, it is what is right—and what we agreed to.

[She closes her eyes.]

We made another path to the future. Although we will always be apart, our goal is one and the same—and in that way, we will always be as one.

[cyclists]

...I guess so. [He concedes to that point, because it's not like he doesn't get it.] ...for a while, I thought that what was right meant I'd be separated from people forever, too. But that wasn't the case. We just had to find another way to make it happen.

Maybe the same will happen for you.

incidentally that was the best milla tag i've ever written and it's all downhill from there

[tothemaxwell]

[For a moment, she holds her breath, heart ever-so-momentarily in her throat--

--and the pressure is gone again, flowing out of her on a long, slow exhale, a smile at the corner of her lips still.]

Yes.

I hope for that, as well.