FINAL WEEK

[akudamods]

Starting Saturday, the layer of clouds in the sky is more solid than ever. Overcast, reflecting the neon light of the city. By Sunday, you'll see more colors than ever, as several new areas are added to the span of your probation. And some areas aren't, but might see an approach anyway. Do the pods containing six weeks of treatment daunt you in the slightest now that judgment awaits at the end of the fourth week? Though faithful treatment participants only experience flashes on the upper third of their bodies now, their counterparts will experience occasional waves of isolating existential coldness. Does your physically present overseer have anything to say for herself? Just remember one thing: Kanto is watching and waiting.

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Comments

[hunterandhunted]

[Delusional, is what Zenos would answer. But instead, she earns silence... for a time.]

Gods do not exist, [he responds flatly,] and eikons are beings I bend to my own will. To me, you simply seem as if you are a powerless creature placing every other being into the same box as herself.

[A beat.]

If you crumbled, how is it that you stand here today?

[cantwaittowatch]

My cells like staying together, they just didn't like this dimension at first. How do you think your arm got back to the way it was, after glitching for a little while? In bits and pieces.

[She crosses her arms.]

If you must compare the denizens of Kanto to something else from your world, though it'd still be sacrilegious, a better start is Ascians.

[hunterandhunted]

[Zenos' lip curls, his fingers drumming irritably at his temple.]

Ascians may be killed, just as any other man or eikon. I still hardly see your point in my abstaining in doing so. I am no kept entertainment, Physicist.