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trusthell2016-03-05 04:01 pm
bloodisthicker) wrote in trusthell2016-03-05 04:01 pm
WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT? OUR TALES RIVAL JUST TURNED INTO A ZOMBIE!
[...so, uh, that was a thing that happened. Tarrlok was completely ready to do the politician thing and come up with a speech or something for most of whatever the hell that excuse for a trial was, but everything got all confusing, baffling, and horrifying and completely inexplicably, he can't find the words.
Maybe he just... needs a day. Tomorrow will probably be fine. For now, though, Misa volunteered to make brownies, and he was going to make a Northern Water Tribe comfort food specialty.
...even if they only had shortening and not actual animal fat and it'd been a while since he'd made it, but it tasted... alright? Definitely not as good as the stuff back home, but it was hard to get that good, anyway.
...there's also the matter of setting things up in a location other than the dining hall, because even though that's cleaned up, it still feels pretty tasteless to hold a wake literal feet from the place you found someone's bloody corpse.
So, a little later on in the day, a lovingly personalized note will be slid under everyone's doors:
And if the Survivors choose to head to the library, they'll find a... well, okay, it's a bunch of boxes from the storage room of comparable size stacked up on each other to kind of resemble a table. The dining hall ones don't even seem like they'd fit in the library, so Team Afterparty clearly had to improvise. One side is filled with plates, bowls, and spoons, and the other is filled with brownies, cookies, and a big bowl of berry aqutak. There are also chairs dotted throughout the room in a sort of vague circle --- close enough together that if people want to talk, they can, but far enough apart that it'd be easy to drag it off for some privacy.]
Maybe he just... needs a day. Tomorrow will probably be fine. For now, though, Misa volunteered to make brownies, and he was going to make a Northern Water Tribe comfort food specialty.
...even if they only had shortening and not actual animal fat and it'd been a while since he'd made it, but it tasted... alright? Definitely not as good as the stuff back home, but it was hard to get that good, anyway.
...there's also the matter of setting things up in a location other than the dining hall, because even though that's cleaned up, it still feels pretty tasteless to hold a wake literal feet from the place you found someone's bloody corpse.
So, a little later on in the day, a lovingly personalized note will be slid under everyone's doors:
And if the Survivors choose to head to the library, they'll find a... well, okay, it's a bunch of boxes from the storage room of comparable size stacked up on each other to kind of resemble a table. The dining hall ones don't even seem like they'd fit in the library, so Team Afterparty clearly had to improvise. One side is filled with plates, bowls, and spoons, and the other is filled with brownies, cookies, and a big bowl of berry aqutak. There are also chairs dotted throughout the room in a sort of vague circle --- close enough together that if people want to talk, they can, but far enough apart that it'd be easy to drag it off for some privacy.]
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I have to live, because I have to find out if my family survived like I did. They're the only things I have left, Yosuke. Everything else--any chance I might have at a normal life--is gone. I need to hold onto what I can. [ This tea doesn't taste as nice anymore, so he's setting it aside and picking up his book again, his hands shaking. He feels sick again. ] I'd... I'd probably hesitate, because there's only one real surefire way to kill someone, but that's a lot of blood and I'm
[ a forced, soft laugh ]
really bad with blood, as I'm sure you've figured out. Gorey stuff, too. But--yes.
It really is that straightforward. [ ...he isn't sure what to say, and he can't look at Yosuke. ] I'm sorry.
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[He tries to sound calm, but there's a hint of frustration and confusion there. And under that, legit sadness]
Like, I get it. Hell, I've thrown myself in the way of hits for my partner back home way too many times to count. But... doing what you gotta do and doing something like this...
I just... I can't understand it. Someone.... someone I really cared about died earlier this year. Someone killed her. You can't... you can't take that back. Ever.
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But none of them would make this any better. Is there anything that could make this better? ...no, probably not. ]
...I understand. My condolences for your loss.
[ It at least sounds genuine--because he is, he really is sorry that Yosuke got hurt, but it still feels hollow to say. The last thing he remembers is a hell of a lot more death than Yosuke's one girlfriend, and people closer to him, too. He's sorry, but in this situation? His grief's currently outweighing his company's. ]