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awashrpg2018-06-23 07:23 pm
swordfucker) wrote in awashrpg2018-06-23 07:23 pm
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USER: #A5211F - Bogeyman (Forward dated to the 26th)
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The bogeyman that was hiding in town has finally been defeated, but it was at the cost of three lives. Dave, John and Dextera. I couldn't save them. I'm sorry.
Okuyasu and Asuka are badly injured, but are currently being treated for it. [He is too? He's bleeding all over his laptop, but it's fine.]
Dextera's body changed into something else, but the other two are still remaining. I think they both have family here, or something close. You can contact me and I'll tell you where they are, so you can arrange a burial or whatever you think is best.
I take full responsibility for this. There's still going to be a defense force meeting at the beginning of next month, so we can talk about it then. I know there could still be people missing from the werewolf thing, too, so keep your eyes open for them, alive or otherwise. If you have questions, I'll try to answer them.
That's all.
[Of course, after this, he'll be in his room at his laptop, so people are free to come bother him. He's covered in blood, most notably a stab wound straight through his chest at the heart, and it looks like he's only partially been able to deal with that. He's not bleeding out as quickly? But his healing isn't working. He's only just barely come back to consciousness from Mahiru taking over.]
The bogeyman that was hiding in town has finally been defeated, but it was at the cost of three lives. Dave, John and Dextera. I couldn't save them. I'm sorry.
Okuyasu and Asuka are badly injured, but are currently being treated for it. [He is too? He's bleeding all over his laptop, but it's fine.]
Dextera's body changed into something else, but the other two are still remaining. I think they both have family here, or something close. You can contact me and I'll tell you where they are, so you can arrange a burial or whatever you think is best.
I take full responsibility for this. There's still going to be a defense force meeting at the beginning of next month, so we can talk about it then. I know there could still be people missing from the werewolf thing, too, so keep your eyes open for them, alive or otherwise. If you have questions, I'll try to answer them.
That's all.
[Of course, after this, he'll be in his room at his laptop, so people are free to come bother him. He's covered in blood, most notably a stab wound straight through his chest at the heart, and it looks like he's only partially been able to deal with that. He's not bleeding out as quickly? But his healing isn't working. He's only just barely come back to consciousness from Mahiru taking over.]
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what do you need
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[Joshua brought bandages and Izuku invited himself over, so he's... probably fine?]
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noctis looks tired and sad, but definitely not worse off than guren. he holds up the pack of food as they pretty much meet. ]
Here. For you.
[ ...Oh. He looks wounded. ]
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He can barely stand, he shouldn't be moving around. He takes the pack of food, hollow eyes staring at it.]
...Thanks. [And then, he turns to head towards the kitchen. He can show him Dextera. What's left.]
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Hey, take it slow. Sit down -- sit, please, you're in no state to be moving like that.
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[It says something that he doesn't even fight the help, leaning on Noctis enough that it's easier to get to the kitchen. He sits down when he can, breathing out a sigh from the effort and shifting to reach into his pocket and pull out a glowing crystal.]
Here.
[He offers it to Noctis. He'll be able to feel Dextera's essence which I can't double check if Mary isn't awake yet but THERE IT IS]
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It's Dex.
He reaches out to touch it before looking back at Guren, realising he's been carrying it with him all along. Keeping him safe, perhaps. He bites his lip, swallowing hard against the swell of grief, pulling his hand away and taking a breath. ]
You should eat something.
[ And, as if this is his home, he goes to pour him a glass of water, hunting for both and presenting it before him. He has to keep busy, he has to do something, anything but confront the weight of death right here in this kitchen. ]
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And when that gets to be too much, he pockets it again.]
I'm not really hungry.