RECORDING 11: THE FOURTH MURDER.

[foundationmods]

A fourth week, and this is now definitely routine. Waking on friday, with the knowledge deep down that your number has yet again decreased.

You must still pull yourself from your bed, and discover who is now forever gone.

...But, wait.

What's that smell...?

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[onemolife]

[ Then he'll feel his legs give out from under him. Sliding down against the door frame to just sit on the floor.

Looks like they won't get to have that vacation after all... ]

[accessorytomurder]

M-Mo-kun...

[She's dead white and shaking like a leaf, from the doorway to Room 6, but she shifts—there's a bouncy ball briefly, to get her from one room to another—and then she's kneeling beside him, arms tight as she cradles him against her chest.]

[onemolife]

[ He doesn't respond to the name or really her until she's there with her arms around him. Then he'll move, wrapping his arms around her.
]

[accessorytomurder]

[Her fingers clench in the back of his clothes, clinging to him with desperate fervor.]

Oh no. Oh no no no...

[cw_suicide]

[hi, Dazai is on the hunt for where is the fucking body

he sees the blood.

and the two of them.

but his eyes aren't really... showing anything in them, takes stock of them, sees they're fine, puts that comfort in a box for later, and then he moves to keep on going with the search.]

[accessorytomurder]

Osamu—Osamu, no. Please, d-don't...

[She reaches for him, a sad reflection of last night.]

[onemolife]

[ Hearing his name, he'll look over to him. Time to reach for him too to pull him down. Are they successful? ]

[cw_suicide]

[critical success even. probably had just enough of a double-grip on his coat that he stumbles and falls back against them.

except rather than look completely befuddled and willing to stay put, he's already trying to get his limbs working again to get him up--except, no, he's stopped. brain's catching up and everything's going sideways and his hands can't keep completely steady.

ever see an on-coming panic attack because someone's refusing to let a terribad emotion hit the way it should? yeah. it's not fun.]

I have to get to him...

[voice is barely there, barely steady, empty of most emotions but a desperate, vulnerable edge to it. the words are just an echo of ones he's said before but even more hollow because it's far too late]

[accessorytomurder]

No. No.

[Her voice is soft, but there's something steely beneath it. She grasps him with the same desperation as 'Mo'—as though either of them could be ripped away from her if she falters for even a second.]

Please, y-you—not now. Not... not right now. Let the d-doctor... look at him first. Let him... l-let him warn you a-ahead of time. Don't... don't let it be a total surprise. Donn't let it hurt you more than it's g-going to already. ...please, Osamu.

[onemolife]

[ He's feeling torn. Dazai is used to seeing the dead and has seen countless of bodies. This was also the body of Ango, someone with a complicated and painful past with the other. Wei Wuxian also wanted to be selfish and keep him there.

Yachi is saying he should wait... ]

We will get him in a bit.

[ His voice surprisingly doesn't waver, even if he feels like everything under his skin is a storm of emotions. Taking in a deep breath before he continues. ]

Wait until they are done with the examination.

[cw_suicide]

[evidence.

evidence is needed if they're going to find Ango's killer.

and he'd probably... mess something up in his current state.

he knows that but still...

he's tense. looks completely at a loss. bleak and dark eyes clear of tears but really they can probably tell how much there is going on where people can't see</i..]

[accessorytomurder]

Stay with me.

[She's begging him. She's begging the both of them, her hands curling around the back of their necks, keeping them close.]

...for now. U-Until we... until we know w-what to expect. Please... s-stay with me.

[onemolife]

[ Just going to move his hand to grip on Dazai's back.

Giving him a look to communicate later. They need to get their heads on straight and be there for Yachi.

and each other ]

[cw_suicide]

[sorry. he's not actually looking.

he's too busy staring at the bloody handprint on Room 2's door.

how... did he even miss that this morning?

miss... all of it?]

[accessorytomurder]

......I-I'm so sorry. I know...

[Not everything, or most things, or much at all, but—]

I-I know tomorrow is going to be... r-really bad. Please... don't hurt yourselves. Promise me.

[onemolife]

[ It happened right outside both of their rooms. And they didn't hear any of it.

But traveling down that thought path isn't going to do either of them any good. Lifting his hand to cup the back of Dazai's head and pull him closer. ]

Dazai.

[ He's honestly not sure if he can answer Yachi and make any promises, but... ]

I'll try, Yachi.

[cw_suicide]

[like he's being tuned back into reality when he's made to look away.]

--try?

[ah, wait.

didn't... Ango say...]

[accessorytomurder]

Promise me you a-at least w... won't—

[She shudders.]

No volunteering. Please.

[onemolife]

[ He can feel something inside of him snap at that. He'll give a low, distant chuckle. ]

That hasn't even crossed my mind.

[ It's not what they have to worry about with him.

He was trying to keep it together but... maybe there was something more there after all. ]

[cw_suicide]

[think that was more for him, but.]

... I wasn't... going to.

Wei-kun... is two days enough time?

[forgot to use his fake name but also. this is important.]

[accessorytomurder]

Time for...

[What, she doesn't say, because—]

...he knew about your 'f-friend'. Oh, God.

[onemolife]

[ He didn't even think about his dear friend. ]

He knows more than that.

[ He accidentally activated his powers while touching him before. ]

If I'm still alive, I'll dispose of my dear friend on Sunday.

[cw_suicide]

He knows even more than you think.

[because that's how spies do.]

Unless we figure some things out by Sunday...

[they're even more screwed than previous expected]

[accessorytomurder]

[You get an extra squeeze WeiMo-kun.]

What... what do we need to figure out? W-Why is there a time limit...? Is there... really anything we can do, at this point?

[onemolife]

They come back after Sunday.

[ Now he's thinking... could he bind Ango back to his body? Maybe make a fierce corpse?

But he's seen what happens when Wen Ning loses control, and this place has way too much miasma. ]

He might become the next vessel and the miasma may become stronger.