screwthatnoise

♥ v2

A cold, delicate hand grabs yours and pulls. It pulls, and it pulls... there's a sense of urgency in this icy grasp, as well as a trace of reluctance. Abruptly the hand let's go, right as your vision fades to black, and for a brief moment, only a brief moment, your senses disappear. There's only the eerie sensation of weightlessness before your feet are settled back on solid ground again.

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Nothing.

Janta stirs. He sounds distraught.

"This... this is a murder scene, isn't it...!"

...It is. Keep an ear out, in case anyone comes.

"I want to keep my ears attached to me..."

Speaking of which, all you can hear is the soothing breeze.

...That wasn't meant literally.

[touching the basket of roses, the turquoise pillow and ribbons in order]

The basket of roses have roses of every team color! Each one feels a little different.

The turquoise pillow is warm and comfortable.

The ribbons give off inner warmth, like fondness and adoration.

[considers a moment, then takes out the roses and ties them together with the ribbons and places them on the pillow]

Janta tilts its head.

"Ehh..."

...It might help to gather them together.

[carefully places Janta beside them]

I'll try and clean up the blood. Let me know if you see or hear anything.

"Okay..."

Janta seems hesitant, but there's no more arguing.

"Understood. If I hear anything, I will tell you! I will use my ears."

Thank you.

[taking a towel out from inventory and starts cleaning up the blood]

Suddenly Janta cries out.

"—Selenia!"

[immediately standing, sword now in hand and looking around]

Behind you, at the foot of the gazebo, is a cloaked figure. She watches you calmly. She doesn't seem like an imminent threat, but Janta is alarmed regardless.

[hesitates a moment, then lowers his sword and grabs Janta, just in case]

...Zwei?

"Call me what you will."

The voice is cold and serious. Her expression, half concealed by the shadow of her hood, seems grim.

"Are you touching something that is not yours?"

...I am. I plan to repair it and return it to the owner.

"I'm not talking about the doll. That blood... did you really have to clean that up?"

That tone is annoyed.

...And why would cleaning it up be a problem?

"I wanted the trace of the murder left behind. It belongs in a place like this."

She begins to ascend the stairs of the gazebo.

Edited 2013-08-03 01:27 (UTC)

[frowns]

Why does it belong? What is the point of keeping it?

"I wanted to leave the mark of my first kill. You will be my next."

She stands at the top of the small staircase. Despite her words, she isn't moving from that spot.

[...raising his sword again]

Who are you?

"I am the part of Hail that she deserves. I respect you, but you are still an obstacle, Selenia."

That doesn't answer my question.

Who are you? What part does Hail deserve?

"I am the better part of Hail. I am the part she deserves, and what she deserves is suffering."

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