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sevenvirtues2016-04-19 07:55 pm
vicedirector) wrote in sevenvirtues2016-04-19 07:55 pm
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You awaken to blackness. Frightening, although familiar--this is the same terrible thing you narrowly avoided during your first trip into Lebensbaum. The pain of your death is still real, echoes of the wounds you suffered appearing on your skin. Inspecting your surroundings will tell you that you've woken up inside of the cooled, empty bonfire pit....and the town as it was is nowhere to be seen.
The sky is a whirlwind of blank, dark void. What previously acted as roadblocks on either side of the town seems to have moved upward, blocking out most of the sun's light. The street is barren, filled with piles of broken concrete, shattered glass, and smoking craters where many of the buildings used to be. Old bloodstains dot the pavement, mixing in with overturned cars and crumbling brick walls. Lebensbaum is a dead town, in more ways than one.
Except for the hotel. It stands, as dusty and abandoned as it ever was, but no worse for the wear. Scorch marks can be seen on the ground around it in a clear border, as though it had a barrier protecting it from whatever destroyed the village. If you venture inside, everything is in its place, as though the outside wasn't completely obliterated.
The living can be seen walking around, going about their daily lives, and if you concentrate, you can even see the buildings as they once were--in working order, clean, and in one piece.
As of Monday on Week 10, however, there is a door, seemingly pasted into the middle of the street. As the days tick by, the doors will increase in number, one for each victim.
The sky is a whirlwind of blank, dark void. What previously acted as roadblocks on either side of the town seems to have moved upward, blocking out most of the sun's light. The street is barren, filled with piles of broken concrete, shattered glass, and smoking craters where many of the buildings used to be. Old bloodstains dot the pavement, mixing in with overturned cars and crumbling brick walls. Lebensbaum is a dead town, in more ways than one.
Except for the hotel. It stands, as dusty and abandoned as it ever was, but no worse for the wear. Scorch marks can be seen on the ground around it in a clear border, as though it had a barrier protecting it from whatever destroyed the village. If you venture inside, everything is in its place, as though the outside wasn't completely obliterated.
The living can be seen walking around, going about their daily lives, and if you concentrate, you can even see the buildings as they once were--in working order, clean, and in one piece.
As of Monday on Week 10, however, there is a door, seemingly pasted into the middle of the street. As the days tick by, the doors will increase in number, one for each victim.
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She's got exactly enough decency in her not to open with sass, at least? Dying is a bad time. She's not...well she's not going to make it worse because she's trying to make it worse, and that counts for something?? Maybe????? Realistically, more likely than not she is going to make it worse.
So after a second of just kind of awkwardly standing around behind him, she kicks at the dirt to announce her presence.] ...So.
[look, he even gets the chance to say something rude first if he wants, how gracious of her]
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he pushes up from the ground, face blank and eye still weirdly out of commission as he squints up at her from where he's sitting. there's a long moment of silence here as he tries to figure out what to say before -- ]
I'm sorry I wasn't able to save your brother.
[ HAHA BITCH U THOUGHT ]
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other bitches foolish enough to have thought: Clover, who goes wide-eyed and—who'd have thought it possible—entirely speechless in an instant. There's a lot to process in all that; Rhys, of all people, apologizing to her for this after he literally just died is not the most important but it is the thing tripping her up the most.]
Oh— [That's as far as she gets for another couple of moments before she tears up for more reasons than she can actually name, and she hasn't started crying yet but there's a crack in her voice when she remembers how to speak.] It—it can't be over yet. [Because this matters most, knowing he still can be saved, but she has never been an optimist and her tone is closer to pleading than having any sort of real hope.]
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when she tears up, his eyes go a little wide and he looks surprised, wondering what she'll do next. hesitantly, he moves to push up from the ground, to stand up and he feels guilty for dying again. he wanted so badly to help all the way to the end and now, who knows? ]
It's not but I don't know what's going to happen now. There's a lot of information floating around that not everyone knows and I thought... I don't know, if I lived, I could've helped, could've prioritized the hostages but --
[ it doesn't really matter anymore and rhys sighs, running a hand through his hair. ]
I think they'll be okay. I'm going to be optimistic about this. I think... I don't know, I hope it'll be fine, really. Now, we just have to wait and see.
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Where do you guys get all this optimism from? [It's muffled under her arm as she goes to wipe at her eyes and then her nose with her sleeve because she's a booger crier, gross. Her voice is uncharacteristically quiet as she continues.]
You—even before you knew I was around and trying to help, you said my brother was a priority. [She's bratty and selfish and rude, all angry energy and survival instinct hoarded in her over the years and boiling over again and again here, but there's nothing more important to her than Light. Even if she's hated Rhys from the start, it stopped mattering the second his goal became keeping her brother safe.
She has never been good at gratitude, never figured out how to neatly express her emotions at all, and it's harder with someone she's fought from day one, but this matters more than anything.] Thank you.