thefoundation | RECORDING 11: THE FOURTH MURDER.

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round 5

RECORDING 11: THE FOURTH MURDER.

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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[ 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.

[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..]

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.

[ 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~~ ]

[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?]

......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.

[ 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.

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

--try?

[ah, wait.

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

Promise me you a-at least w... won't—

[She shudders.]

No volunteering. Please.

[ 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. ]

[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.]

Time for...

[What, she doesn't say, because—]

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

[ 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.

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]

[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?

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.

Ango's ability doesn't just work on paperwork and people.

[and that's all he's going to say because there are ghosts about. laughing at him. so.

they have until Monday. to figure out. whatever Ango knew.]

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...where would he put his notebook?

[She rememberers him complimenting her on her record keeping, so—]

Osamu, is it possible he might have made a code for sensitive information he had about this place?

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It worked on touching my pouch. He also knew information about the dimensions of the static area at the start.

[ So yeah he knows. Sighing. ]

Maybe we should burn his note book...[ A pause. ] Keep the memorial though.

[ He kind of hates the idea of destroying it. ]

I'd know the code, if I saw it.

[so like. hope he survives the next couple of days?]

But first... figure out whoever was stupid enough to do this in the first place.

[he still hasn't seen the body.

so like.

he... can't. just. say "killed". not until he sees the body.]

...if... wh-when...

[...give her a second.]

When Ango-san is "back"... does that mean that whatever the miasma touches, they'll all...?

So far, they don't all seem to share the same abilities.

[ Since no one else made ice other than Haku. ]

We might have to give a heads up to the others though.

He asked me to informed people...

[they sure did talk about the possibility of each other dying.]

About what he knew?

[ They rarely talked business. ]

We should... move.

[ And not be right next to where he might have bled out. As well as to go tell the others. ]

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