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foundationmods) wrote2020-04-29 02:16 pm
foundationmods) wrote2020-04-29 02:16 pm
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R5: ghost hangout
[What's this? The fog of the miasma has pulled back, revealing a path down to the basement. None of the living seem to notice it though, only those who are dead are aware of it.
Down in the basement is a large furnished room. It doesn't seem as dusty as the rest of the house, and it actually seems lived in? Or...un-lived in, technically. But the lighting here works and there's plenty to do. Even if the ghosts might not need it, there's several beanbag chairs (brought in by one of the many groups of teenagers who have disappeared into the house), a large couch, and even a jacuzzi. Because even if you're in eternal pain, you can relax a bit, right?
If the ghosts look up, they'll see that the ceiling appears to be made of spider-patterned stained glass. Which is weird, considering that it should be floorboards and such. But the stained glass allows them to look up into all parts of the house and easily spy on the living. What they hear can be hit or miss, especially if the living are whispering, but seeing what they're up to should be easy enough.
Well. Might as well make the most of this space, right?]
Down in the basement is a large furnished room. It doesn't seem as dusty as the rest of the house, and it actually seems lived in? Or...un-lived in, technically. But the lighting here works and there's plenty to do. Even if the ghosts might not need it, there's several beanbag chairs (brought in by one of the many groups of teenagers who have disappeared into the house), a large couch, and even a jacuzzi. Because even if you're in eternal pain, you can relax a bit, right?
If the ghosts look up, they'll see that the ceiling appears to be made of spider-patterned stained glass. Which is weird, considering that it should be floorboards and such. But the stained glass allows them to look up into all parts of the house and easily spy on the living. What they hear can be hit or miss, especially if the living are whispering, but seeing what they're up to should be easy enough.
Well. Might as well make the most of this space, right?]
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[ Impossible, just impossible. Why did the raccoon like butter that much anyway!! ]
Anyway, I wonder who our other culprit is. What do you say we start taking bets?
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...tch. Ain't like we have anything to bet with.
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[ Not that he wants to punch Hikage but judging from Sho's everything right now, sure seems like a good prize. ]
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[ Where's Rin to get in on this action!! Oh well. ]
In that case, wanna go first?
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I honestly don't have a clue. Saphir can make bombs, but he's a chickenshit.
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[ and he does indeed have a betting sheet!! at the top of it says HOUSE: crow armbrust, he is the host of the gambling den it is him ]
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Strange. It is as if we are hosting a trial of our own.
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Hey, shouldn't I have first dibs on that?
[y'all are assholes
he killed her prey]
I don't know who did it, but... my gut wants to say it might be Gin. Not that it really matters much to me who the second culprit is.
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[ now you're in the queue!!! once bets start coming in you can't change the pot!! ]
Gin it is. That makes a total of three bets so far.
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[she is not in the mood for anyone's bullshit right now to be honest]
Of course, he hasn't spoken up in quite some time, so the chances of me being wrong is very likely. Not that it matters. I literally could care less, as long as Battler-kun's murder is given the justice they deserve and then some.
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I haven't the faintest. But whoever it is...
[ ah, she wants them to feel all the pain they inflicted on him ]
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Fire is a terrible way to die, you know.
She's seen it, on battlefields, there's a short memory she shares of a soldier getting hit with a fire spell, and running to her to be healed, except he's still burning while he walks, and Flayn's hands are shaking around her staff as she casts a healing spell--
That's it. That's how...terrible, awful, painful, it is, burning to death. ]
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Maybe he was dead before he burned.]
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--and she saw Ignatz painting a portrait of her as fierce warrior, Ignatz, the man who was supposed to be a knight but wanted to just settle down and be an artist--
--and she saw Fhirdiad covered in a blanket of snow, over the feet of ice and permafrost the castle laid in nearly all year round, and the cold drove away her thoughts of fire--
--and she saw Annette, talking to her as they walked to class, Annette, who patted the top book in her pile, some sort of antique geometry textbook she'd found the day before, she was chirping on about math's applications in magic--
Flayn doesn't say anything outloud. She just waits. ]
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Friends of yours?
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[ ... ]
I do wonder how they are fairing...
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[he turns his attention to the goings on above...]
... Ango's given them extra time. But.... they're still no where near it, are they.
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[ shaking her head ]
"Someone who uses a gun"....that is a means of narrowing things down, but not by much.
[ blech ]
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kinda sad if he could given they're linked now. nothing worse than hating someone in a hivemind because you're basically hating yourself ]
I'm going to put that down as, "nobody, Hikage's playin'."
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[ Flayn looks at him. Really, really looks at him. She's not entirely sure how to broach the topic of "I'm sorry I literally ate you" because even through the miasma she's...still Flayn, less and less Flayn as the days go by, but. ]
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