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cartesianism2018-10-28 10:35 am
cartesio) wrote in cartesianism2018-10-28 10:35 am
At dawn, two culprits were sentenced to death, and for that, there’d be two executioners. How would it go?
At the usual time, Kino and Wayne are escorted into the execution room and cell area, where Rose and Frasier are awaiting. Even though they have no bindings or handcuffs, they’re awaiting, almost immobile. Kino and Wayne look at each other before Kino steps forward, receiving a gun from the Sergeant.
Anyone watching the execution will see how Kino and Rose enter the room. Rose doesn’t seem very worried; she stands in middle of the room. Even though she got caught and is about to die, she puts a hand on the electric chair, as if she needed it to stand. Kino confronts her, nodding at Rose, an agreement they had made beforehand would be done: she would execute Rose in a quick and painless way. Perhaps like Oda did? Or like Millium did? Rose had no way to know, but she hoped it was going to be over very soon.
“I’m feeling kind of hasty today. Let’s get this done quickly, okay?” said the Sergeant. Both Kino and Wayne nodded, as if this was something they had agreed beforehand with the Sergeant. “One minute. Go!”
Measuredly, taking her time, Kino raised the pistol, while Rose closed her eyes. She expected a bullet, maybe a second of pain, and then it’d be over. That’s why she didn’t expect the bullet that passed through her chest. Her eyes opened, tears filling it immediately, she opened her mouth to ask what was going on when another two pierced her. She couldn’t even look down; she couldn’t see how the bullets had hit her the same way she had shot Jughead. Kino, with superb aim, had imitated what she had seen on Jughead.
“Oh. That’s weird. I missed” she said, not even blinking. Before Rose even had time to react, Kino shot for a fourth time, this time hitting Rose right in the head, the execution had been done. Rose didn’t fall, instead she fell against the chair. Without missing a beat, Kino turned around, throwing the gun upwards, towards the ceiling, the gun twirling, going up and staying in the air.
“Wayne!”
The Sergeant pushed Wayne forward, Wayne didn’t even need that, he was already running into the execution room, passing beside Kino stepping out of the room. Wayne barely had time to process the scene when he was running forward, noting three things in an instant: one, Rose was gone. Two, a very confused Frasier was right in front of the electric chair. The third and last one was that the gun was falling.
With remarkable agility and strength, Wayne grunted and raised a leg, jumping and smashing a knee against the side of Frasier’s neck, throwing him onto the floor. The psychiatrist one moment was seeing Wayne running towards him, the next he was lying on the floor, the base of his skull throbbing with pain where he was hit. All he could see was Wayne’s legs while the young man extended a hand upwards, catching the gun while it descended. With ease, he aimed the gun at Frasier and shot, not even bothering to give him a moment to realize he was about to die.
The man collapsed onto the floor, hit by the bullet. Even with his haste, his executioner had managed to make a perfect shot, killing him instantly, much more merciful than how Kino did it yet with the same underlying vitriol she had. While Wayne shook his head, muttering under his breath, and glanced at the Sergeant, who was looking at his clock. “One minute. Good job, you two”
Neither Kino nor Wayne seemed happy to be congratulated over this, it was more like both had a faint feeling of catharsis – they hadn’t done a good thing, but it was what the culprits deserved, after Jughead had died in such a horrible manner. Without further comment, Wayne tossed the pistol at the Sergeant, who caught it in one hand without even looking, and entered the room. Frasier’s prone body was already gone when he went in.
At the usual time, Kino and Wayne are escorted into the execution room and cell area, where Rose and Frasier are awaiting. Even though they have no bindings or handcuffs, they’re awaiting, almost immobile. Kino and Wayne look at each other before Kino steps forward, receiving a gun from the Sergeant.
Anyone watching the execution will see how Kino and Rose enter the room. Rose doesn’t seem very worried; she stands in middle of the room. Even though she got caught and is about to die, she puts a hand on the electric chair, as if she needed it to stand. Kino confronts her, nodding at Rose, an agreement they had made beforehand would be done: she would execute Rose in a quick and painless way. Perhaps like Oda did? Or like Millium did? Rose had no way to know, but she hoped it was going to be over very soon.
“I’m feeling kind of hasty today. Let’s get this done quickly, okay?” said the Sergeant. Both Kino and Wayne nodded, as if this was something they had agreed beforehand with the Sergeant. “One minute. Go!”
Measuredly, taking her time, Kino raised the pistol, while Rose closed her eyes. She expected a bullet, maybe a second of pain, and then it’d be over. That’s why she didn’t expect the bullet that passed through her chest. Her eyes opened, tears filling it immediately, she opened her mouth to ask what was going on when another two pierced her. She couldn’t even look down; she couldn’t see how the bullets had hit her the same way she had shot Jughead. Kino, with superb aim, had imitated what she had seen on Jughead.
“Oh. That’s weird. I missed” she said, not even blinking. Before Rose even had time to react, Kino shot for a fourth time, this time hitting Rose right in the head, the execution had been done. Rose didn’t fall, instead she fell against the chair. Without missing a beat, Kino turned around, throwing the gun upwards, towards the ceiling, the gun twirling, going up and staying in the air.
“Wayne!”
The Sergeant pushed Wayne forward, Wayne didn’t even need that, he was already running into the execution room, passing beside Kino stepping out of the room. Wayne barely had time to process the scene when he was running forward, noting three things in an instant: one, Rose was gone. Two, a very confused Frasier was right in front of the electric chair. The third and last one was that the gun was falling.
With remarkable agility and strength, Wayne grunted and raised a leg, jumping and smashing a knee against the side of Frasier’s neck, throwing him onto the floor. The psychiatrist one moment was seeing Wayne running towards him, the next he was lying on the floor, the base of his skull throbbing with pain where he was hit. All he could see was Wayne’s legs while the young man extended a hand upwards, catching the gun while it descended. With ease, he aimed the gun at Frasier and shot, not even bothering to give him a moment to realize he was about to die.
The man collapsed onto the floor, hit by the bullet. Even with his haste, his executioner had managed to make a perfect shot, killing him instantly, much more merciful than how Kino did it yet with the same underlying vitriol she had. While Wayne shook his head, muttering under his breath, and glanced at the Sergeant, who was looking at his clock. “One minute. Good job, you two”
Neither Kino nor Wayne seemed happy to be congratulated over this, it was more like both had a faint feeling of catharsis – they hadn’t done a good thing, but it was what the culprits deserved, after Jughead had died in such a horrible manner. Without further comment, Wayne tossed the pistol at the Sergeant, who caught it in one hand without even looking, and entered the room. Frasier’s prone body was already gone when he went in.
Edited 2018-10-28 16:11 (UTC)
[Weather: Temperatures slowly warm up. Rain at noon, clouds at night.
Strange vandalism at the fire station. Yesterday the system that monitors the cameras of the town was destroyed. The extent of the damages is extraordinaire, even compared to the recent events that have affected Cartesio.
Despite the damages and the place they happened, there's no proof as to who is responsible for this crime. Was it one of the visitors? For once we can't say for sure. This reporter will continue investigating.]
Strange vandalism at the fire station. Yesterday the system that monitors the cameras of the town was destroyed. The extent of the damages is extraordinaire, even compared to the recent events that have affected Cartesio.
Despite the damages and the place they happened, there's no proof as to who is responsible for this crime. Was it one of the visitors? For once we can't say for sure. This reporter will continue investigating.]
Edited 2018-10-30 04:52 (UTC)
[When the Sergeant comes to call you to the Lodge, he's not uncertain like last week. He orders to go there with the same energy than usual]
It's Lodge time. Also, Keith, no chasing the cops this time.
[That warning was much needed, in his opinion.
Once everyone arrives, the Sergeant raises his voice]
Tomorrow it's May, everyone! It'll be May, and out of the thirty of you, only three have received medals so far! Can you believe it? A tiny amount of people will be leaving this town. To your credit, I'll say it hasn't been for lack of trying. Four attempted killers so far...
[Too bad they failed in getting away with their murders]
Since we're entering the second month of your stay here, I'm going to offer you something you'll be grateful for! Once you leave Cartesio, you can have with you a person of your choice, with no restrictions!
[The Sergeant gives emphasis to that, and just in case, explains further]
If that does not sound convincing, then think it this way: you can have any person with you. You could choose to take with you someone from your group that'd otherwise stay trapped in this town. You could take someone who died in this town. You could ask for someone back at home, and then...return with them? [Okay, scratch that last point] You even could ask for someone who's dead back at home, and it'd be possible too.
There are infinite possibilities here. Kill someone, get away with it, and earn not only this reward, but also the right to leave this town. You're running out of time, everyone. You better step up your game.
[That's it. He's done]
It's Lodge time. Also, Keith, no chasing the cops this time.
[That warning was much needed, in his opinion.
Once everyone arrives, the Sergeant raises his voice]
Tomorrow it's May, everyone! It'll be May, and out of the thirty of you, only three have received medals so far! Can you believe it? A tiny amount of people will be leaving this town. To your credit, I'll say it hasn't been for lack of trying. Four attempted killers so far...
[Too bad they failed in getting away with their murders]
Since we're entering the second month of your stay here, I'm going to offer you something you'll be grateful for! Once you leave Cartesio, you can have with you a person of your choice, with no restrictions!
[The Sergeant gives emphasis to that, and just in case, explains further]
If that does not sound convincing, then think it this way: you can have any person with you. You could choose to take with you someone from your group that'd otherwise stay trapped in this town. You could take someone who died in this town. You could ask for someone back at home, and then...return with them? [Okay, scratch that last point] You even could ask for someone who's dead back at home, and it'd be possible too.
There are infinite possibilities here. Kill someone, get away with it, and earn not only this reward, but also the right to leave this town. You're running out of time, everyone. You better step up your game.
[That's it. He's done]
Edited 2018-10-30 16:01 (UTC)
[Weather: Cold weather is bound to end tonight. Until then, winds will course through Cartesio, stopping at sundown.
One of the most recent residents of our town, Waver Velvet, has made good use of his time in Cartesio! Ever since he took the helm of our local library, he has made it much more efficient and usable for everyone in the town.
[There's a photo of Waver Velvet, frowning at the camera, surrounded by children and with a pop-up book on his lap. The caption says 'Head Librarian Waver Velvet during reading time for children']
We can say our library has been revolutionized thanks to his efforts. As acknowledgement to his accomplishments, he has been given some of Mrs. Mitchell's prized lemon pie, and a trophy that was going to be proudly displayed on the counter of the reception desk. When asked for a comment, Mr. Velvet requested everyone to "take off that gaudy object off the table". The trophy was tragically stashed in a corner of the library.
Mr. Velvet is one case more of a former tourist who chose to move to Cartesio and join our community, yet at this point we can't imagine how our lives would be like without him. Thank you for being here, Mr. Waver Velvet.
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[Anyone who visits the fire station or enters there will hear about how Axel's cameras console was found smashed and rendered unusable. It seems the tool used was a hammer, found in the scene of the damages]
One of the most recent residents of our town, Waver Velvet, has made good use of his time in Cartesio! Ever since he took the helm of our local library, he has made it much more efficient and usable for everyone in the town.
[There's a photo of Waver Velvet, frowning at the camera, surrounded by children and with a pop-up book on his lap. The caption says 'Head Librarian Waver Velvet during reading time for children']
We can say our library has been revolutionized thanks to his efforts. As acknowledgement to his accomplishments, he has been given some of Mrs. Mitchell's prized lemon pie, and a trophy that was going to be proudly displayed on the counter of the reception desk. When asked for a comment, Mr. Velvet requested everyone to "take off that gaudy object off the table". The trophy was tragically stashed in a corner of the library.
Mr. Velvet is one case more of a former tourist who chose to move to Cartesio and join our community, yet at this point we can't imagine how our lives would be like without him. Thank you for being here, Mr. Waver Velvet.
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[Anyone who visits the fire station or enters there will hear about how Axel's cameras console was found smashed and rendered unusable. It seems the tool used was a hammer, found in the scene of the damages]
Edited 2018-10-29 02:16 (UTC)
[Weather: The frost is gone, but low temperatures persist.
Cruel twist in Jughead Jones' good will celebration.
[There's a photo of the panic. It's impressive, in the worst way possible because it doesn't paint a good image of the talent show]
The tourists' intentions turn out to be darker than expected. A few do have real intentions to not harm us or our town, but as shown during the talent show organized by them, others don't have any qualms with killing and destroying. The trial we witnessed reinforces that idea.
Everyone, we have to consider this: what will happen once everyone in that group who is good-natured dies? The remaining visitors will turn their sights onto us.
We strongly encourage looking for any avenues that could lead to the visitors' expulsion from our once peaceful town. This journalist will look for any legal arguments that could be made. In the meanwhile, lock your doors and make sure to insure your home. Stay safe]
Cruel twist in Jughead Jones' good will celebration.
[There's a photo of the panic. It's impressive, in the worst way possible because it doesn't paint a good image of the talent show]
The tourists' intentions turn out to be darker than expected. A few do have real intentions to not harm us or our town, but as shown during the talent show organized by them, others don't have any qualms with killing and destroying. The trial we witnessed reinforces that idea.
Everyone, we have to consider this: what will happen once everyone in that group who is good-natured dies? The remaining visitors will turn their sights onto us.
We strongly encourage looking for any avenues that could lead to the visitors' expulsion from our once peaceful town. This journalist will look for any legal arguments that could be made. In the meanwhile, lock your doors and make sure to insure your home. Stay safe]
Edited 2018-10-28 16:16 (UTC)
[Weather: Fog covers the town, low visibility. The fog will be gone by sundown.
In a rare occurrence, several of our residents have spoken in defense of the visitors.
During a routine poll to find out the current opinion of the residents of Cartesio -- 73% have a negative opinion of the tourists' actions -- some of our newer residents have said they believe there must be something else going on. "A group of people don't just come to a town and start causing trouble for no reason" our apprentice baker Luthier commented.
When inquired about the leniency he showed two weeks ago, Rean Schwarzer asserted the following: "I know one of them, I know Millium isn't a mastermind in charge of everything that's happening here. Her mouth may be the biggest threat to the national security of Erebonia, but she'd never plot something like this". Similar thoughts were echoed by Mr. Velvet. "I know Sakura. I'd sooner believe we're having the wool pulled over our eyes than think she's defacing buildings or killing anyone"
In general, the opinions of several of them is of cautious optimism towards the visitors, although this opinion isn't without conditions: "Murders aside, they haven't caused lasting damage. It's annoying, not malicious. Until they do something truly outrageous, I'm not going to ostracize them" said Serph, digging in the junkyard.
Curiously, Axel from the fire station wasn't able to be reached for comment. It could be related to the recent destruction of his console.
Are their opinions misguided, or could they be seeing something the rest of us don't? Only time will tell.]
In a rare occurrence, several of our residents have spoken in defense of the visitors.
During a routine poll to find out the current opinion of the residents of Cartesio -- 73% have a negative opinion of the tourists' actions -- some of our newer residents have said they believe there must be something else going on. "A group of people don't just come to a town and start causing trouble for no reason" our apprentice baker Luthier commented.
When inquired about the leniency he showed two weeks ago, Rean Schwarzer asserted the following: "I know one of them, I know Millium isn't a mastermind in charge of everything that's happening here. Her mouth may be the biggest threat to the national security of Erebonia, but she'd never plot something like this". Similar thoughts were echoed by Mr. Velvet. "I know Sakura. I'd sooner believe we're having the wool pulled over our eyes than think she's defacing buildings or killing anyone"
In general, the opinions of several of them is of cautious optimism towards the visitors, although this opinion isn't without conditions: "Murders aside, they haven't caused lasting damage. It's annoying, not malicious. Until they do something truly outrageous, I'm not going to ostracize them" said Serph, digging in the junkyard.
Curiously, Axel from the fire station wasn't able to be reached for comment. It could be related to the recent destruction of his console.
Are their opinions misguided, or could they be seeing something the rest of us don't? Only time will tell.]
Edited 2018-10-31 02:22 (UTC)
[Weather: Temperatures increase dramatically, turning excessive at night. Hot night.
Act of betrayal! Our beloved diner is no more than ashes now!
What was supposed to be another day for the residents of our town turned into tragedy when Mrs. Mitchell found the diner she had invested her life into was greatly damaged with fire. The kitchen was declared a total loss, and although part of the sitting area remained intact, most of the objects -- objects Mrs. Mitchell once bought and took care of with the life savings she had -- were either too damaged to be used or were too expensive to be repaired.
Witnesses inform Mrs. Mitchell, whose health was already declining with age, reacted rather badly and is currently resting at the local hospital.
In what can't be a coincidence, the camera system that should have caught the fire and how it started was destroyed not too long ago. Did the visitors hatch this plan since days ago, all in preparation to burn down Mrs. Mitchell's diner? All signs seem to point at that. Although no camera feed exists, witnesses on the scene say they saw fire through the windows -- although, for some reason, one of them says it was blue fire. This reporter says that's a sign this wasn't a natural fire.
The residents who had spoken in defense of the visitors were contacted, yet no comment from them was obtained]
Act of betrayal! Our beloved diner is no more than ashes now!
What was supposed to be another day for the residents of our town turned into tragedy when Mrs. Mitchell found the diner she had invested her life into was greatly damaged with fire. The kitchen was declared a total loss, and although part of the sitting area remained intact, most of the objects -- objects Mrs. Mitchell once bought and took care of with the life savings she had -- were either too damaged to be used or were too expensive to be repaired.
Witnesses inform Mrs. Mitchell, whose health was already declining with age, reacted rather badly and is currently resting at the local hospital.
In what can't be a coincidence, the camera system that should have caught the fire and how it started was destroyed not too long ago. Did the visitors hatch this plan since days ago, all in preparation to burn down Mrs. Mitchell's diner? All signs seem to point at that. Although no camera feed exists, witnesses on the scene say they saw fire through the windows -- although, for some reason, one of them says it was blue fire. This reporter says that's a sign this wasn't a natural fire.
The residents who had spoken in defense of the visitors were contacted, yet no comment from them was obtained]
Edited 2018-11-01 04:40 (UTC)
| | [ There are no tears; not this time, anyway. She's pretty much kept to herself the last few days and while the graffiti is horrible-- too cruel-- there's much more important things that need to be done. Again, she avoids the execution but she also seems to be purposely distancing herself from... most of the others, actually. So she puts her efforts into being productive. She's going to be searching out the new locations to see if there are any familiar faces, and also seeking out any sorts of magic traces, too. Eventually this leads her into the flower shop, where she asks to buy many white chrysanthemums. How peculiar. She then quickly runs back to the motel lobby, where she tries to set up a table - placing the flowers and the cranes that she's been making the last couple of weeks on it. She's also going to making small little paper memorials, a name of each of the ones they've lost on each one-- including the two that died during the "test run". If nobody is going to set a grave for them, then... at the very least, she can set a memorial instead. ] |
[Dazai was just on his way out when he sees Sakura’s memorial. He hums— it’s a lovely sentiment. And it brings a bit of beauty to their motel, which is hard to find now, with the graffiti and rock throwing.]
...It would look nice with some candles. Perhaps it would help chase away some of the darkness.
...It would look nice with some candles. Perhaps it would help chase away some of the darkness.
[He stares at the memorial for a while before speaking.] Should we hold a wake, perhaps? It would be quite belated, but it may also offer some closure.
[On Sunday, the usually lazy Dazai seems restless. He leaves early in the morning, stopping by the bakery to purchase some pastries. It’s very random selection— pointing at this and that like he doesn’t even know what he’s buying... or case. He stops by the park to eat them but... there are a lot of extras, if you’re hungry.
In the afternoon he goes to the cinema but— he’s not really here for the movies, though they don’t bother him. He just likes having the dark place to think.
And finally in the evening he pays a visit to the flower shop. He doesn’t seem to have anything to buy, but he spends a long time looking like maybe he wanted to?
As it gets colder and darker though he seems to just wander around outside like he doesn’t have anywhere to go. More realistically he just doesn’t know where he should be going.]
In the afternoon he goes to the cinema but— he’s not really here for the movies, though they don’t bother him. He just likes having the dark place to think.
And finally in the evening he pays a visit to the flower shop. He doesn’t seem to have anything to buy, but he spends a long time looking like maybe he wanted to?
As it gets colder and darker though he seems to just wander around outside like he doesn’t have anywhere to go. More realistically he just doesn’t know where he should be going.]
[It's unclear where she's heading when she comes across him, but when she sees him there... She wasn't concerned enough to seek him out after the trial, but there's a measure of worry in her voice when she speaks to him now.]
...Shouldn't you be heading inside? It's freezing.
[She says, despite the fact that she's doing much of the same.]
...Shouldn't you be heading inside? It's freezing.
[She says, despite the fact that she's doing much of the same.]
[ oda is a good errand boy and, in the morning, he can be found sweeping up the shards of glass of what used to be a window. while he understands the town's vitriol towards them, he doesn't want anyone to end up hurting themselves. once that's done, he'll...do his best to tape the hole left with some duct tape and some garbage bags.
it's not pretty, but it'll do.
besides that, oda will brace the cold in order to attack the graffiti with a bucket of paint and a brush, obviously making an attempt to cover up the horrible message written on the front. it doesn't even seem like he's bothered by the cold, but you can tell that his cheeks and nose are red from all the time outside.
and, lastly...oda will be taking up the challenge to investigate the new abandoned building that's shown up! it's late afternoon so maybe the lighting isn't so great but hey, repairing the motel takes time, okay? ]
it's not pretty, but it'll do.
besides that, oda will brace the cold in order to attack the graffiti with a bucket of paint and a brush, obviously making an attempt to cover up the horrible message written on the front. it doesn't even seem like he's bothered by the cold, but you can tell that his cheeks and nose are red from all the time outside.
and, lastly...oda will be taking up the challenge to investigate the new abandoned building that's shown up! it's late afternoon so maybe the lighting isn't so great but hey, repairing the motel takes time, okay? ]
[She's heading back inside the motel when she sees the memorial Sakura has put up; she looks at it for a few moments before speaking, expression tightening slightly.]
...That's a good idea. You want any help with it?
...That's a good idea. You want any help with it?
[In truth, until she said it, he hadn't realized the temperature. It was getting pretty bad, wasn't it..?]
Hmm... that would probably be for the best. But then... I wonder how much longer we'll be safe there.
Hmm... that would probably be for the best. But then... I wonder how much longer we'll be safe there.
[She considers that for a moment, but shakes her head.]
What, because we'll be a lot safer outside in the open where anyone can find us?
What, because we'll be a lot safer outside in the open where anyone can find us?
[Wherever Kino is found today, she will be dressed in a brown coat over the black jacket. It looks too big on her, really, but she doesn't seem to mind.]
[Flower Shop - Investigation!]
[Kino will be spending some time here checking out all of the available plants. As mentioned during the trial, she does have some awareness to the type of things that can kill her on the road, but does that match with anything here...?
However, when the PCs find her, she will be drawn to the flowers in particular. Come take a look with her? The red lilies are beautiful...]
[Cinema]
[Kino actually sits through an entire film - some typical adventure one where rule of cool trumps reality in every way - and pops the very last of her popcorn into her mouth.]
...I don't think they had that much ammunition.
[Especially for that last battle.]
[Park]
[But, eventually, she'll just head right back here. This time, she does take some rocks and start tossing them in, but it's with less agitation than the last time. She even manages to skip a few.
Her outward demeanor is calm. But is that really the case after everything...?]
[Flower Shop - Investigation!]
[Kino will be spending some time here checking out all of the available plants. As mentioned during the trial, she does have some awareness to the type of things that can kill her on the road, but does that match with anything here...?
However, when the PCs find her, she will be drawn to the flowers in particular. Come take a look with her? The red lilies are beautiful...]
[Cinema]
[Kino actually sits through an entire film - some typical adventure one where rule of cool trumps reality in every way - and pops the very last of her popcorn into her mouth.]
...I don't think they had that much ammunition.
[Especially for that last battle.]
[Park]
[But, eventually, she'll just head right back here. This time, she does take some rocks and start tossing them in, but it's with less agitation than the last time. She even manages to skip a few.
Her outward demeanor is calm. But is that really the case after everything...?]
That would depend on what your primary goal is. If you want to defend your base, then staying in it and building your defense around it is ideal. But there are also a lot of risks to individuals in a building because of it's walls. You can get cornered or hit with different dangerous long range weapons or effects...
[He's kind of big on complicated strategies. He realizes he's probably going too in depth about something that includes a lot of "what ifs" and decides he should probably spare her the rant.]
...well. Hopefully something like that won't be necessary, but if it is, we can come up with something I'm sure.
[He's kind of big on complicated strategies. He realizes he's probably going too in depth about something that includes a lot of "what ifs" and decides he should probably spare her the rant.]
...well. Hopefully something like that won't be necessary, but if it is, we can come up with something I'm sure.
My primary goal is whatever doesn't get us killed, honestly.
[She doesn't look disinterested by what he's said, though, as she glances away for a moment.]
Do you think about that kind of stuff a lot? I know it mentions that you're good at it in the guestbook.
[She doesn't look disinterested by what he's said, though, as she glances away for a moment.]
Do you think about that kind of stuff a lot? I know it mentions that you're good at it in the guestbook.
Edited 2018-10-28 17:41 (UTC)
[Bless you, Sakura, for being productive.
Remember this regal young lady? She's enjoying the flower shop, almost always you can see her coming and going, with bouquets every time. Decorating wherever she lives, most likely. Although she's not fond of the flytraps, because...who would be, really.
Another thing Sakura may notice is that there's something off about Cartesio. Back then, in the first few weeks, there were no signs of unfamiliar magic, or ghosts. Now, walking around the town, it's different. Brief bursts of magic signatures spring in random places around town, so brief and so quick she may think her senses are deceiving her. Her ghost-sensing skill reacts similarly, although much less often, like her senses aren't sure if they should even be registering anything.]
Remember this regal young lady? She's enjoying the flower shop, almost always you can see her coming and going, with bouquets every time. Decorating wherever she lives, most likely. Although she's not fond of the flytraps, because...who would be, really.
Another thing Sakura may notice is that there's something off about Cartesio. Back then, in the first few weeks, there were no signs of unfamiliar magic, or ghosts. Now, walking around the town, it's different. Brief bursts of magic signatures spring in random places around town, so brief and so quick she may think her senses are deceiving her. Her ghost-sensing skill reacts similarly, although much less often, like her senses aren't sure if they should even be registering anything.]
Edited 2018-10-28 17:55 (UTC)
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