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thefoundation2019-04-19 09:43 am
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WEEK 4 INVESTIGATION
Four weeks.
By now, waking up to death on Friday was becoming normal.
Gazing at something that should not have occurred...a death of one of them.
A death done by one of them....which could have been done by anyone.
Even by someone who would seem to have no reason to kill...🗈
By now, waking up to death on Friday was becoming normal.
Gazing at something that should not have occurred...a death of one of them.
A death done by one of them....which could have been done by anyone.
Even by someone who would seem to have no reason to kill...🗈
Such a thing...was draining.
No, it was more than that - it was preying upon their very souls...
But they had no choice.
No matter how they felt, they had to search, to find the body and find the clues that would bring them to the killer themselves in tomorrow's trial.
...What kind of horror will they find today?
What kind of death did one of their number face?
And what sort of horrible, heart-rending truth....will be the end result, at the end of this week...?
No, it was more than that - it was preying upon their very souls...
But they had no choice.
No matter how they felt, they had to search, to find the body and find the clues that would bring them to the killer themselves in tomorrow's trial.
...What kind of horror will they find today?
What kind of death did one of their number face?
And what sort of horrible, heart-rending truth....will be the end result, at the end of this week...?

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Softly:]
I--
[A moment later he grits his teeth and shakes his head, so hard that his hair flies in all directions. Instead of waiting to be moved again he stalks off into the bookshelves.
He'll be in there as long as Erhard is around, probably.]
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Terios.
[a swirl of golden flame rises from the ground and solidifies into Shadow's wolf familiar. Shadow's eyes meet the wolf's, and he seems to pass a message. The wolf then pads after Anon, keeping its distance but close enough to keep an eye on him]
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Everything about him is eerily and unnaturally still -- there's no energy thrumming under the surface the way there always is, tapping fingers or foot or any of the other minute movements that normally animate him.
There will be a brief twitch of acknowledgment at any footsteps, but otherwise he's just ignoring everything right now.]
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WHENEVER THAT'S OVER, she'll come over and stand next to him. ]
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(She'd consider sitting down too but there's probably paint on the floor.) ]
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Sorry. If you're upset you have every right to be.
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[He’s... definitely still lashing out a little, but there’s no movement otherwise, and there’s no inflection or anger in his tone like before.]
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[ Since. She did kind of yell at both of them. ]
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Then do what you want, I guess.
[There’s something either tired or just unsteady there, but he doesn’t look up.]
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[It’s nonsensical, like a charm, or a spell. He curls up a little more and his voice drops to almost nothing for the next words.]
I wanted him to keep being Koide forever.
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Eventually, she does kneel down, just... carefully avoiding the paint. ]
It should have been that way.
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[His voice is a little louder again, a little firmer.]
It was never that way. The island, or the Game, or any of us.
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Hm?
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