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foundationmods) wrote in
thefoundation2020-04-23 10:29 pm
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RECORDING 5: THE SECOND MURDER

A second week, with it's own answers and questions, has almost passed. The loss of a fellow agent is a hard blow to take - but as everyone went to bed, there might have been the faint hope that maybe that would be the only loss...
Yet, upon awakening, there is that same feeling of dread coiling in your gut, just as it did last friday. That same self-satisfied feeling lingers in the air, and you must pull yourself from your bed...and count your losses.
As you all rise and look towards a new day, the faint traces of Miasma lap at your heels...
...And around whatever corpse now lingers in the hallways...
((OOC: 2 people max under a heading, please! Just to keep things easy on the mods.))

[private]
2. I am definitely not a good person. Putting aside "good" and "bad" being arbitrary concepts, I certainly try to be a better person for... reasons... involving... my friend... but it doesn't really come all that natural to me. And I know you have a positive view of me and I do want to do well, but sometimes I really am just a jerk.
[to put it mildly...]
In other words, if push comes to shove with some people around here, I won't hesitate. And I know you're not as inclined for that, so...
[look, he will kneecap a person if he has to but also don't watch him do it.]
[private]
[She's quiet for a moment.]
I... think 'good' people might be less useful, right now.
[private]
... but admittedly, I may have to revert to some... [his lips twist into a sharp, bitter smirk of a smile here] "bad habits" in order to keep those people alive.
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[Dazai...]
Can I... make two conditions, too?
[private]
... what are they?
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[She holds up a finger.]
Don't... hurt yourself, to protect my happiness. I-If you can help it. I'd rather be sad and have you whole than the other way around.
[private]
Conditional clause: it's life-or-death and I'm 60% certain I'll make it out alive.
[private]
[private]
Deal.
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[Halfway there. The second finger goes up.]
Two: don't... don't put me too high on a pedestal, okay?
[private]
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[because uh. not gonna make the mistake of believing people "go good" or "are good" and will "stay good" again after that.]
Because that, at least, won't be a problem.
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[and now... an exhale. more like he's been holding a breath than a sigh.]
Aaaa~aaaah... this really is going to be a mess, isn't it? [though he doesn't seem unhappy about it] Well, it's done, so, before getting back to actual work...
[offers his hand?]
[private]
[She takes it, squeezing it gently.]
[private]
[anyway. he is going to. try. a thing. which seems to be a brand new fad people like to pull on him.
it's time for a hug?]
[private]
She's plenty pleased to meet him and return the hug, arms gently wrapping around him.]
...this is cozy.
[private]
[making that into a joke but also part of it is a Well Thank That Neither Of Us Got Killed Before We Sorted This Mess Out. that would have been... uh... bad.]