The town is quiet, eerily so. All animals, all chatter, all gusts of wind have come to a complete stop this morning. A tumbleweed passes by through the center of town and the rocking chair on the Sheriff's porch sways but remains silent. Everything is muted and as the door of the hotel opens, the only sensation that rings utterly true today is this:
One of your own is gone.
And now, as the rules state, it is your job to discover their fate.
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robowest2017-01-20 06:01 pm
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Why didn't they have graves?
[ She's spent enough time in the graveyard to know they didn't. ]
There's forty of us, right? And we all have graves, but ... neither of those girls do. Why are they different...?
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[she folds her arms, demeanor and expression detached. emotionless. all business]
They were special, those two. But in what way?
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[ She says the words slowly, like she's reluctant to voice them. ]
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[closes her eyes, her fingers digging into her arms. she's suppressing the anger]
Yes, it is. An example. A test. A way to get us to cooperate.
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... but they were real people. Weren't they? They ... they had blood. They were human.
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They were just like us, and they did not deserve this.
Ao did not deserve this.
[opens her eyes again and forces herself to relax. getting angry, giving into emotion. . . that won't help]
We need to find out who is responsible for this.
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... justice, right?
[ Softly spoken, echoing the Sheriff's words. ]
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[but truthfully, she's less interested in the intangible concept of "justice" than she is. . .]
If someone is willing to play the game, then they must be prepared for the consequences. The killer reaps what they sow.
[. . . making sure that Ao's murderer understands that actions have consequences]
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It's possible.
[she isn't gonna beat around the bush, here. the truth sucks]
But take heart in knowing there are things those of us who are still alive can do. There are many places in this town we have yet to search-- surely one of them leads to an exit or an escape route.
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Something about Milla's words seems to jar Xion, and she breathes again, not having even realized she was holding her breath. She gives her head a shake, some of the tension seeping from her shoulders. ]
... do you ... really believe that? That there's ... a way out?
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[firm!!]
And while I think there's a high chance there will be more casualties, I'd still like to think there's a way for everyone to make it out of this town alive.
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And then she nods, some of her conviction returning. ]
I ... that's what I want to believe, too. We just have to work together!
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Precisely.
Now, let's get to work.