Killers and victims, killers and victims. Three of your own have fallen prey to murderous intent last week. Your numbers keep shrinking. Azura has fallen prey to Franciscus in the same night that Olympia betrayed her friend Millium and killed Cian who wound up in the crossfire. At this rate, is there anyone you can trust?
The townspeople's anger burns hotter than ever. Wherever they go, must they live in fear of stumbling on a corpse? They can't live like this. More than ever, the visitors are being shown that they are
unwelcome.
Walking outdoors, cold looks are the norm. Shouted profanity isn't unexpected. Barely anybody is willing to still hold a conversation with any visitors.
Even within the motel, there is no feeling of safety any longer. Not only have two people died in this very place, no, now the townspeople also lost their fear of coming inside. While they don't enter private rooms, the daring among them vent their hatred of you by vandalizing the common rooms.
Cartesio has become a menacing place.
In the lobby of the motel there's a few more brochures, and
the maps have been updated once again. Don't mind that some of them have been damaged in one of the attacks on the motel.
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cartesianism2018-11-04 01:52 am
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[There's a pause at the question. She's alive, they're both physically unharmed, and she can't pretend that wasn't more than she expected. Still... She can't claim she isn't frustrated at the lack of progress they made. It doesn't change her answer much, though.]
...Yeah, I guess I am. [...] How about you?
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[Keith raises an eyebrow, giving her a quick up-down look to make sure she's not physically injured, but even he can tell that's not what it is. Whether she wants a real answer to the question or not is anyone's guess, but a real answer's what she's getting.]
I guess I'm wondering if leaving really was the right call.
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[She's fairly certain that it was, but it doesn't make it any less frustrating to deal with.]
I just wish... I don't know. We brought all that shit, I thought we'd be prepared for basically anything.
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You don't think I have the reflexes to dodge a chair, huh.
[Death by chair. What an embarrassing way to go. The small smile fades after a moment.]
It's impossible to be prepared for everything. If it were just me, I'd have kept going despite that.
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[She pauses, then, and sighs. She's taking this the wrong way, more likely than not, but:]
Yeah, maybe. Sorry I slowed you down, or whatever.
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[Not what he meant at all, but now that he has to clarify, he doesn't really want to.]
I get into bad mindsets sometimes. [A lot. All the time.] I was thinking maybe it'd be worth it to go further. Even if I died, I could still find a way to pass the information to you guys... like the dead are doing now.
[He shakes his head.]
I'm glad you were there.
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That's harder to do with him, given what she knows; how it's difficult for him to talk like this too, but he keeps giving her the courtesy of doing so time and time again. After some time passes, with a small sigh:]
When I told you that you aren't expendable, I meant it. Okay? So - I'm glad I was there, too.
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Sorry. Takes a while for things like that to get through to me.
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[There's a stressed laugh of her own as she runs a hand through her hair, letting it down from the bun it was pulled into.]
Sorry. I'm not, um, used to - breaking into places like that. I'm a little tense.
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The very first infiltration mission I was on was on a Balmera. The Galra had completely overtaken the planet, and we had to go deep underground where the Balmerans were harvesting crystals in labor camps. This felt more dangerous than that. It'd be weird if you weren't tense.
So ... [It's a little awkward, but he gives her a pat on the shoulder.] ... congrats.
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The surprise, though...]
Wait - congrats for what?
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...for making it out?
[Which is true in part, but that's probably the most superficial way he could've phrased it.]
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[She doesn’t sound bothered, though.]
Either way... Thanks. You too.
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Never heard that one before. It's just assumed we're all going to make it back home.
[...Which, for a second, gets his expression to falter. He continues.]
But I meant congrats on making it out and keeping it together so well, despite everything. You're -- [Ugh god, no. They're heading straight into awkward territory again.] -- never mind.
[TIME TO START WALKING AGAIN. They have disguises to ditch.]
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I'm what?
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Admirable. That's all.
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...Thanks. You, um, you did good too. Which I guess makes sense because you're more used to it, but - you know.
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I...uh,...[How the fuck was it easier to know how to talk to Natalie when they were both in mortal peril?? He clears his throat.] Exactly. I didn't do anything that was out of the ordinary. You though? You were really brave.
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[The joking tone in her voice makes it clear it's not quite as self deprecating as the words imply. She's still fairly certain it was a good call.]
You're going to make my ego swell up like a balloon if you don't stop.
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Noted. I won't say anything else.
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We should both probably change and get rid of this stuff like you said, so... See you soon?
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Yeah. See you in a bit.