RECORDING 14: THE FIFTH MURDER.

[foundationmods]

A fifth 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.

The Miasma is choking, almost triumphant as you search the hallways -

looking for the ones that have had their lives cut short so cruelly...

((OOC: 2 people max under a heading, please! Just to keep things easy on the mods. You can switch out with someone else during an investigation if needed.))

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conservatory for Rosa, dressing room open.

[zweivoltage]

[After the investigation and everyone did their double-checks, Ky makes a stop at the Conservatory, like before - when he's able to - he visits the deceased, to pray. It makes him wonder... was it doing anything at all for them? But, he had to hold onto some Hope and Faith even here. Maybe even this little bit... would help them.

Ky kneels next to Battler's body, taking the crucifix out from under his uniform's shirt]

Nobody deserves this... least of all you and Potage.

[The door was left open, allowing anyone to come in. After this, he returns to the dressing room, using the largest coat he can find to drape over Giovanni's body - it seem wrong to leave him exposed like this]

[golden_dream]

[Rosa didn't want to look at him, but... she felt she had to. She'd made a funeral kimono for Haku. It'd be strange if she couldn't spare one for her nephew.

--Still, she knew Haku's sizes, and having to measure Battler's corpse...

It hurt.]

...

[She looked over to Ky, realizing he was praying. She stood to the side, then waiting to reveal the writing on her notepad:

"Ky, will you please help?"]

[zweivoltage]

[Slowly he opens his eyes as he felt someone moving close. His hands lowered, as he looks up, seeing Rosa... his aunt.

Even strained as their relationship, what Battler told him, they were still family]

What do you need me to do?

[golden_dream]

...

[She rubbed a hand to her eye, briefly, feeling herself getting dizzy, before writing her next message:

"I want to give Battler a proper burial suit... it's all I can do.

Will you help me move his body? I can't just... make it appear directly on him. It's just not something I can do."]

[zweivoltage]

[He nods]

Of course...

[It feels a little strange, but he supposed this is something morticians have to do with the dead]

Just tell me where.

[golden_dream]

[Rosa puts her hands down, starting to get a measure of Battler's sizes... she hated that he had to be so tall. Even now it felt intimidating. But once it was done...]

...

[She hesitated. Did she give him a suit with the family crest, or without one? She couldn't help recalling what she decided before... Battler deserved better than them. Than her.]

...

[After another minute, she finally makes a nice white suit for him, with a gold outline of the crest. It's there, after all.

Battler made the decision to come back that year. It was his decision.

Shell set it to the side and write:

"Just his jacket and pants should be enough. And the shoes."]

[zweivoltage]

[This feels kind of morbid, but with careful, he did as instructed, neatly folding his jacket and pants next to him, setting his shoes next.

A thought occurred to him, if it weren't for the blood on his mouth, once he's covered - it'd almost look like he was sleeping]

[golden_dream]

[It's certainly more intimate than Rosa wanted to be with a dead body, or Battler's in particular, but eventually it's done.

...She needed to wash her hands.]

[tangentlion]

[ Sho is, perhaps unsurprisingly, still here. He’s watched everyone coming and going with the same neutral expression — looking the most dead that he has since week one. At some point, he let his form rot away, his pieces of destroyed torso and abdomen floating in approximately anatomical positions, his arms showing the precise cuts from Shinsou. His wounds drip miasma like blood, pooling under him and seeping away into seams of the floor.]

[zweivoltage]

[It's a grim sight, and he's been more sensitive to the gore over these past weeks than he had been for a long time.

Sho really did care for Giovanni, even when twisted by the Miasma...

He didn't speak, letting the spirit have his silence]

[tangentlion]

[there is a long silence, and it seems to shatter when Sho speaks, his voice... disturbingly even]

Tomorrow.... Figure it out properly.

So we can make them suffer.