Trustfell 4: Trust Fall or Die Hard (
trustwellness) wrote in
trusthell2017-02-03 12:00 pm
Second.
| A week's distance from the last death seems to have helped some of you, seems to have calmed things down somewhat; the presence of a new floor has helped a little in that endeavor as well – things are a little less claustrophobic, a little more open. Of course, for others things haven't been going as smoothly; between the odd dreams that you've all been experiencing and the Wordsmith's incentive, the added space may just be encouraging distance between you and your fellow Apprentices. It seems that only time will tell how things will progress from here. Friday morning comes, and with it comes the brightening of the lights throughout the University – though it seems there's something a bit wrong with the second floor in that regard. Namely, the workshop remains dark. That's probably going to be a problem. >Explore? |

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With that she'll cautiously start to look around with that candle. If she walks to the center of the room with it, can she see anything?]
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[He'll stick close to Hanyuu's light, prepared for anything.]
Right behind you, Feather.
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However, there's something else in the middle of the room that she'll thankfully see before she trips over it.
A very definitely person-sized something.]
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Someone should alert the doctor.
[And, carefully to avoid the glass, she crouches down to shine some light on this person's face.]
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Hey doctor!
[Yelling is useful, right?]
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I'm here.
[She's also carefully crouching to take a look.]
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[He won't be long though. He... has a bad feeling about all this.]
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There are a few clear injuries that can be seen just from the soft light the candles are giving off across this person's facial features, contusions and the like; just the same, they're in no way unrecognizable - the long teal hair is more than enough to ensure that, as are the glasses lying askew across the bridge of his nose.
He doesn't stir when approached; he isn't breathing, and there are no signs of life.
Christo is dead.]
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[A gentle, shaking hand on his arm.]
S-Silver it won't...do any good.
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It's not quite registering just yet, but one thought runs through his head; how did anyone deal with this last time?]
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[ Seeing Silver shake his body is just...so heartbreaking. She can't believe Christo's gone. He didn't deserve this. ]
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[She's on auto-pilot. She has to keep this boy safe.]
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Hanyuu is very quiet. The first one like her she'd seen in centuries, gone.]
Christo. [Somehow, she finds her voice, strangled and choked.] It- someone- keep Killia out, oh no.
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[But none of this was right, and it was making him sick that he was thinking otherwise.]
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[But she appreciates this and will take that moment to collect herself.]
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Her fist shakes.]
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They'll find the culprit again. He knows they will. But he doesn't know how much good it will do.]
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That's just how it is, he doesn't have time to dwell and well, he knew a certain someone who should at least be notified with what happened, so at some point he'll make a movement to do that. Not to mention, he's not of any use here, so quietly, Mikazuki leaves the body of the man behind with the others. He doesn't know if he'll be able to keep Killia out, but he shouldn't be kept in the dark. ]
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So he's in his room when Mika comes by, and he can tell by the other's face that someone is dead. He's not surprised.]
Who is it?
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. . .It's Christo.
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[ That's all he's saying before he is just barreling past Mika, manners be damned because he's using all of his force to just get out. He doesn't know where Christo is but that doesn't matter, this place isn't too big and he'll just follow the crowd of people.
Hope you're ready for one pissed off beyond belief demon trying to get into the workshop.]
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Who is it?]