cancry | new year, new you

It's been some time since the Executors made their way down to the Gula layer and while things have been quiet, that doesn't necessarily mean they haven't been busy. The snow that had been falling steadily for the past week or so has finally eased, even if a thick blanket of the stuff seems to remain in all the Layers you've travelled to. The ever present threat of an Authority has been mitigated somewhat by Gerda being... well, Gerda and though her intentions and the full scope of her motivations are still a mystery, she at least seems to be willing to assist the Executors so long as they do the same for her in turn.

All the errands they've been running have done a lot to help the Undercity – the kitchen is stocked, and the communal areas feel fuller and livelier. Music often rings out from the stage and all in all, things seem fuller and warmer here.

And yet, that quiet hunger continues to nip at you every moment you spend in Gula. Even if it weren't for the Gluttony Layer's effects, though, there would be answers aplenty to be hungering after – the mysterious butterfly accompanying Ariel, the question of Rei's lack of memories... and of course, the mystery girl who seems determined to see you all returned to mindless Specters once again.

Do you still believe you have what it takes to travel to the bottom of Purgatory and restore things to their natural order?

There's only one way to find out for sure.

[ ... And we're back! After our holiday break, the Gula chapter of Can Cry's metaplot is now continuing! Happy New Year, Executors - let's see what you make of it! ]

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Fine. Then if and when this goes wrong, I'll deal with the Authority myself. Apparently no one else can be trusted to be what they need to.

[A scoff.]

And you wonder why I ignore you.

[Sure, Sword expects people to train...but only if they're good at fighting. He expects Veil to be alarmingly cheerful and polite, and Mona to be helpful and polite. Neither of them are fighters.]

Honestly, you still come away from this thinking you're right to insult me? I'll show all of you, and I'll keep on doing it until it sticks in your stubborn head.

[Yeah, Sword's just ignoring her now. Time to figure out how to hold a funeral for a dead girl.]

[she is going to set you on fire.]

But we already know you're strong. [Medic's voice is calm and earnest- not trying to soothe or placate, simply stating plain fact.] Why would you need to show us that?

You know! That [apparently sword's a "that" now] has refused to acknowledge me for months on end, and before that constantly insulted me for nothing. I deserve more than that. And if no one else is going to get us down to the Cogs, I will.