trusthell | Fourth.

Fourth.

It seems that each week is getting harder than the last.

You've lost three of your number already this week, and that's before anyone seems to have tried to take the Wordsmith up on his offer – and from the look of it, the incentive has tempted quite a few of you, perhaps even more than the usual.

But now, the week is coming to an end; maybe it's too much to hope for that it's passed without anyone killing one another. Maybe it isn't. Only time will tell.

The chimes ring out, signaling the hour as they always do; the day seems reasonably normal, with the first three floors of the building seeming clear enough. However, those of you wishing to make absolutely sure may want to head a bit lower down.

It's possible that you'll find nothing down there; the more jaded of you will probably suspect otherwise. Either way, there's no point in keeping the possibility open when you can confirm it for yourselves, is there?

>Explore?

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[Nothing is good, here we go- how's the infirmary?]

[There's someone in here, from the look of it. Lying on one of the cots for the ill or the injured.]

[Ah... Hanyuu's going to approach, cautiously. Maybe...someone's just...]

Excuse me...? [...she doesn't sound too hopeful as she approaches to get a better look at who it is.]

[Be mindful of the ground while you're approaching, Hanyuu - there's a lot of water on the floor in here, though it isn't enough to truly impede your progress or anything as long as you're careful to make sure you don't slip.

There's enough about this person to be almost immediately recognizable once you're a little closer than standing in the doorway, though; while it's a little worse for wear in a lot of ways that...aren't indicative of anything good, the blue military uniform with all its white piping and gold braid aren't like anything that belongs to anyone else around here, nor does that particular style cut into the person's long black hair.

There's no movement in acknowledgement of anything that's been said, however, and there's no response to her approach.

Zolf J Kimbley is dead.]

[...]

Kimbley...

[She puts a hand on his shoulder. Almost shakes it, but...]

K-Kimbley. [Are his eyes closed, or are they open?]

[They're closed.]

[...That's good, at least. Lifeless staring eyes... That's something no one would want to see.

After a moment, Hanyuu finds her voice, though it cracks, as she calls out:] I-I found someone! It- K-Kimbley is dead!

Oh, what the fuck!

[he rushes in, clearly not here for this.]

Couldn't they have waited?! Or not killed someone?!

[ did Guzma zip his fly up... ]

[YES, GRANDMOM]

[ good, good ]

[...]

W-we can't escape it...

[ What.

Elda's super hearing ~~okay not that super but pretty good~~ picks that up from the pool's woman's locker room and she runs in the direction of that voice while still wearing her swimsuit ]

What?!

[...Lusamine walks out of the pool room to the hallway, lamenting her morning already--but she rushes over when she hears Hanyuu call out.]

What? Who could have done this?

[ Oh, thank goodness Hanyuu's alright, but Kimbley-- ]

Oh, no...

[ She can't say she's surprised, but it doesn't make this any less horrific. ]

[...At least...at least it wasn't... Hanyuu will quietly go to Orihime, for a small hug.]

[ And that hug is certainly appreciated, and reciprocated. ]

...You saw him, didn't you?

I found him.

[ ...right. Duh, 'hime. ]

I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, Hanyuu-san.

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oyashiromama - 2017-02-17 17:49 (UTC) - Expand

[Well then.]

We know what to do already. Let's get moving.

[ He hears Hanyuu's shout as he's coming back up, and ... there it is. Well, it is an unfortunate sight nonetheless. But, what is there to say? It seems the pattern will begin anew. ]

[....Oh. Well.

This is a good time for Jasper to enter the infirmary. She just stares in shock for a long while.]

K-Kimbley.....

[...Oh, no.]

I-I'm so...sorry, Jasper.

[Dojo clear, Varric begins to make his way around the fourth floor. There seems to be a commotion at the infirmary, so he steps in, heart in his throat. He isn't sure what he expects to find -- pink hair? A tall noodle body? But no, there's nothing like that there, which almost makes him worry.]

[And then he spots Kimbley.]

[To say he was relieved at the sight of the man he thought a monster would not be entirely inaccurate. Nevertheless, he turned from the room in a hurry, aiming for... anywhere but here.]

[Normally Gangrel doesn't show up to look at the bodies because quite frankly, he doesn't care. He doesn't make an exception this time because he cares, but he shows up looking a little less put-together than usual. He's still fixing his hair when he enters the infirmary.

...]

So he really is dead.

[He doesn't care and that's why he turns on his heel and leaves without any biting remarks.]

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