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Weekend 5...?
Weather: Clear skies all weekend
On Saturday, there’s nothing new or unusual. It seems like the wish granting has been put on hold, and your efforts can continue to go towards progressing the island more. With the museum, Able Sisters, the entertainment area, the garden and more, the amount of development Isle Sonrisa has gone through is crystal clear when you compare it to your first week here.
All seems to be normal. That is, until you decide to fall asleep.
Whenever you begin to dream, your dreams are very vivid and reminiscent of the time you all dreamt about your homes. This time, however, you see your fellow islanders around you. Everyone may look confused, trying to figure out where they are. And that’s entirely fair, because where you are now is a little different from the island you’re used to.
That power you felt earlier in the week feels strong, too. It feels natural. And when you channel your energy…
Those of you who had powers originally will feel them start to manifest. Every ability you had is coming back. They seem a little...dampened, though, like they aren’t the full extent of what you could do before. Those who did not have abilities before will start to feel in tune with whatever’s on their person, whether it be a shovel, a bug net, even a stack of apples… You’ll be able to use them in ways you couldn’t have before.
And maybe you’ll learn how to use that new ability soon, because someone is waiting on top of one of the ledges, staring down at all of you. And he is staring very, very intensely at you. A moment passes, and then he hops down...and swings his net at the nearest person.
Strangely, if the target is you, it doesn’t hurt. You feel the boink land, but it doesn’t hurt at all. Should you choose to retaliate, no matter what you do, the boy does not seem to be in pain either. Now’s the time to experiment with your newfound (or returning) abilities. Mess around with the environment, or go ham on one another! The strangest thing is that you will feel your energy draining the more you use your powers -- which is to be expected -- but the pain never really settles in.
Furthermore, there are no injuries or blood. In fact, every punch, every kick, every impact looks cartoonish!
The last notable thing is for Joonghyuk. If he looks up at the sky at any given moment, he’ll specifically see a shooting star fly across the sky. The wish to have strength is going a little haywire, but it’s certainly something, isn’t it?
As for Sunday, well… It’s worth mentioning that those abilities aren’t just a dream after all. In fact, you feel as though you can use them in real life, too, with the same effect -- the environment can be altered (for instance: super strength means you might be able to lift a tree with your bare hands, with some work) but there are no injuries or pain when you use them on others! … But the strange boy from that dream is nowhere to be found. Huh. Wonder what that was about...
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[ Some are more impressive than the others- though he has a soft spot for Inugami and Mothman- but they're all pretty cool. He can feel them all again now, fierce warriors, a shining bird, a golden dragon writhing with promise to help him regain some of that SP if Minato were to let him take the reins and kill things. Too bad they're stuck. ]
You're not surprised.
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[ No killing allowed--Laurent would definitely put an end to that... anyway, he pats Minato's head. Pain, pain, go away... never come back another day... ]
Did you make all sorts of contracts for them?
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Yeah. They protect me and grant me power, and in return I—
[ ...
What does he do in return? Nothing. ]
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You what?
[ He has a feeling he knows the answer already... ]
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[ He's grasping at straws, shrinking a little under Laurent's touch, but he tolerates it for now, like a cat being pet the wrong way. ]
I figure that when I die, they'll tear my soul to shreds and eat it or something.
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[ A shame, a shame... Laurent continues with his hand. ]
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[ Assuming his soul is tasty, anyways. It's probably not a very good soul, and as strong as he'd like to think it is, he doesn't have the will to tell Laurent to cut it out.
Instead, he sticks his hands into his pocket and grabs his safety helmet to magically pop onto his head like a barrier. ]
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Time to resume scalp scratching. ]
I wonder if they'll fight over it after you die.
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If they did, Lucifer would win. I have his wings, and his horns... and lice, apparently. Is that what you're looking for?
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He finally stops after laughing from that remark. ]
No. I'm not looking for anything.
[ He withdraws his hand. ]
The great summoner loses to a head scratching hand...
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Golden hands finally getting their revenge after so many being torn apart, huh? There was a time where I thought I'd almost killed you, you know? Could've easily come out on top.
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[ Please indulge him. ]
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[ Laurent's life hung in the balance between Minato getting fat, and being able to fly without crushing somebody under him. ]
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Minato... I'm sorry [ is he really ] but you don't weigh much at all to begin with. I don't have regrets feeding you anyway.