It's a rather quaint town when you get down to it. At least, that's what the Sheriff would argue. Warm and dry in the mornings and afternoons with a brisk coolness in the evenings. The perfect type of weather to just sit out on your rocking chair and observe the comings and goings.
... Of course, there's not much in the way of comings and goings when there aren't any actual people here to watch. Nevertheless, don't let that get you down! The town is your oyster and those roosters won't stop crowing until everyone's out of bed. Up and at 'em, rise and shine, it's time to make the day yours!
After all, there's nothing wrong with the town today and you might just want to savor it while it lasts.
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On Wednesday night, with Xion by his side and the both of them dirtied and bloodied, Shinnosuke will be flagging down people in the hotel. Once he feels a sufficient amount of people have gathered in the lobby, he speaks.]
[ There's blood on her face?? There's blood everywhere. Why
Anyway yeah she's here, but she's little better than a silent ghost haunting Shinnosuke's side, her expression closed off. Seems she's not got much to add, for now. ]
[ She looks at him, but ... doesn't actually respond. Just glances up at his face, then .... looks away. The small shift of her body is a kind of "eh, whatever" shrug. ]
And what is this pitiful display to be, Miss Xion?
[His tone isn't angry, but it is a little disappointed. He knows how hard this is--how important Sei was to all of them, and how hard Xion's been taking these deaths.
But being overly emotional now, to the point of apathy... can only hurt her in the long run, if it doesn't lead to her death.]
Sir Seizaburo is dead. But you are still alive, and you have a duty now to him to continue living.
[This? This is unacceptable.]
You will clean yourself up. You will approach the day with your chin up, and with dignity in your steps, and you will live on in his memory. He deserves that much, and more, from all of us. [If this had to be Sei's fate... Barnham still remembers her explanation of Bushido, and the honor she seemed so excited to tell him about and share with him. Sei deserved so much better--but they have to honor her memory now.] Am I understood?
It's like someone flips a switch, and she goes from zero to rage in the blink of an eye. She even takes a step forward, so she can snarl at him more effectively. ]
Why does everyone keep talking to me like this?! I'm so sick of being told how to feel! Like I was ever going to give up in the first place! When have I ever said I was going to do anything like that?
I'm just tired! [ this part pitches up sharp, an aching complaint. ] But I don't need to keep being told over and over and over not to give up. That I have to live for the dead. I know.
[ she's lost volume steadily, and by the end her voice is quiet. ] I'll go soon. Just ... I know, okay? I know.
[Milla had witnessed the stampede earlier from the safety of her hotel room window, so she doesn't need to ask what happened. her reaction is quiet, fairly muted. . . she closes her eyes and keeps them closed for a few long moments before she finally speaks]
Dammit, dammit, and after he'd told her not to be so reckless--
He grimaces, and very nearly punches a wall himself, before he catches himself before his knuckles can actually hit the surface. Gotta...stay in control. There's no time for this, and the week isn't over yet.
His tone is equally flat, though.]
... Thank you for informing us.
[How...the hell are they supposed to protect anyone?]
[noct will come up from behind, putting a hand on barnham's shoulder and clasping it there lightly.
at least barnham's self-control is a little better than noct's was, but you know, just in case. he's equally tense and without the words that could bring either of them any comfort, but.
[ And a lean on the side from Sara, who had to stop and take a kid to the clinic and might have some blood on her hands from it-- but nothing compared to Xion. ]
[...fuck. He's just kind of sighing and running a hand through his hair, shaking his head. Didn't he just say not to get in trouble? They'd just made an agreement to keep training, too.]
...thanks for the heads up, guys. [This is the worst. He has to wonder why deer, but that's irrelevant now.]
[At first Eliot is simply quiet. So much for that promise for the both of them to look out for each other. For a moment he looks around, because he kind of wants to break something, but. What good's that gonna do anyone?]
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On Wednesday night, with Xion by his side and the both of them dirtied and bloodied, Shinnosuke will be flagging down people in the hotel. Once he feels a sufficient amount of people have gathered in the lobby, he speaks.]
Seizaburo's dead.
[Flatly, and simply.
Notably, he has Sei's sword on him.]
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Anyway yeah she's here, but she's little better than a silent ghost haunting Shinnosuke's side, her expression closed off. Seems she's not got much to add, for now. ]
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[Ah, he's approaching.]
You had ought to clean yourself up properly.
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...... Sorry about this, Xion.]
And what is this pitiful display to be, Miss Xion?
[His tone isn't angry, but it is a little disappointed. He knows how hard this is--how important Sei was to all of them, and how hard Xion's been taking these deaths.
But being overly emotional now, to the point of apathy... can only hurt her in the long run, if it doesn't lead to her death.]
Sir Seizaburo is dead. But you are still alive, and you have a duty now to him to continue living.
[This? This is unacceptable.]
You will clean yourself up. You will approach the day with your chin up, and with dignity in your steps, and you will live on in his memory. He deserves that much, and more, from all of us. [If this had to be Sei's fate... Barnham still remembers her explanation of Bushido, and the honor she seemed so excited to tell him about and share with him. Sei deserved so much better--but they have to honor her memory now.] Am I understood?
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It's like someone flips a switch, and she goes from zero to rage in the blink of an eye. She even takes a step forward, so she can snarl at him more effectively. ]
Why does everyone keep talking to me like this?! I'm so sick of being told how to feel! Like I was ever going to give up in the first place! When have I ever said I was going to do anything like that?
I'm just tired! [ this part pitches up sharp, an aching complaint. ] But I don't need to keep being told over and over and over not to give up. That I have to live for the dead. I know.
[ she's lost volume steadily, and by the end her voice is quiet. ] I'll go soon. Just ... I know, okay? I know.
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[she approaches as well, resisting the urge to reach out for her immediately. the closed off expression makes Milla think she wants space right now]
Xion.
Do you remember what I told you?
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... but she will tilt her head a little. Remind her what you're referring to, sis ]
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The game isn't over yet. Those who have died-- they aren't lost to us. The Sheriff told us that from the very beginning.
[and that bit of knowledge was the hope Milla had hung onto, what drove her to keep playing to ensure that everyone could go home safely]
It's difficult to keep moving forward. . . but let that thought give you strength, if it can.
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Then she just ... reaches out for Milla, wanting a connection.
(She keeps thinking these days that each time she holds someone's hand, or hugs them, it'll be the last time.) ]
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[Milla had witnessed the stampede earlier from the safety of her hotel room window, so she doesn't need to ask what happened. her reaction is quiet, fairly muted. . . she closes her eyes and keeps them closed for a few long moments before she finally speaks]
Did you do anything with his body?
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[He shrugs.]
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It's still something. The Sheriff has been inconsistent with how he disposes of the bodies as of late.
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Dammit, dammit, and after he'd told her not to be so reckless--
He grimaces, and very nearly punches a wall himself, before he catches himself before his knuckles can actually hit the surface. Gotta...stay in control. There's no time for this, and the week isn't over yet.
His tone is equally flat, though.]
... Thank you for informing us.
[How...the hell are they supposed to protect anyone?]
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at least barnham's self-control is a little better than noct's was, but you know, just in case. he's equally tense and without the words that could bring either of them any comfort, but.
he's here? for whatever that's worth, he's here.]
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It's not going to be okay, but they'll carry on as ever, and hope for the best.]
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[it's hardly a consolation. it's dealing with things in the worst way, and while noct isn't taking this news lightly...
he thinks he's probably taking it slightly better than barnham is, at least. it's probably the least (and worst) he can do, but.
he's trying, as her.]
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[No wall punching.]
There is no time for that.
[Broken hands, he means.]
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Are you quite all right?
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[At least... Sara's okay, and--]
And what of his status? Shall he be all right?
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...thanks for the heads up, guys. [This is the worst. He has to wonder why deer, but that's irrelevant now.]
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They're all going to be feeling Sei's absence, he thinks.]
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Damn it... [He'll miss his roomie.]