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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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I know -- I know, it's fine-- [He waves an open palm at Clover.] Obviously not fine fine or anything, but like -- you know, I just didn't think anything else was going on besides the murders. And the demons. And the international war. [Those pauses have a careful pacing - attempt at comedic. Talking to Clover has grounded Takao enough to at least approach the situation with humor.] Besides those things. Figured we'd covered all the goddamn bases.
[BUT WAIT
THERE'S
MORE]
But I guess not? [Okay, maybe Takao should approach the situation with slightly better humor.]
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Yeah, well. [This boy is too goddamn normal for all this shit.] The trick is learning not to let anything surprise you anymore. [OPTIMISTIC AND HELPFUL] There's always something else going on, dude. Sometimes it's secret revival magic plots.
[ADULT LIFE IS ALREADY SO GODDAMN WEIRD]
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[TAKAO wants to learn BLACK HUMOR but TAKAO already knows 4 moves! Should a move be forgotten to make space for BLACK HUMOR?
> yes
1, 2 and... Poof! TAKAO forgot HUMOR... TAKAO learned BLACK HUMOR!]
I mean, of course I'd say no anyway. Shutoku-- [The word feels weird in Takao's mouth; he realizes he hasn't said it out loud for weeks. ] You know? [What a smooth sentence. He really does almost make it work.] All everybody wants is to go home, it's almost impossible to believe it won't happen. [The moles have presented the findings so tentatively, though, that their situation is thrown into more stark relief, and Takao finds himself more seriously thinking about staying dead. He at least knows that they're supposed to be relieved at the news, and he and Clover should be keeping their spirits up.
...spirits, that's a good one, he'll have to tell Izuki-san that if (when) they get out of this.]