[Wow you come from actual feudal times and his mouth is what gives you the ick???
actually valid tho as you were.
He retracts the bottle, but doesn't take a second gulp. Rather he caps it, and rests it at his side.]
...Yeah. We were holed up together. [His gaze remains distance, fixed on the horizon.] Us and about nine or ten other people with the same bright idea to get a shower in before bed. Then the door locked.
We tried to bust it down but if Marcoh couldn't do it, then it sure as shit wasn't happening. We all passed out later. And in the morning, she was just gone.
[there are enough white person germs inside this flesh vessel, thank you.]
Nine or ten? [HELLO???? baffled.
that is so funny. everyone really decided to go for the bit.]
It was the same here. At the beach. No doors, of course. But an invisible barrier kept us trapped like rats in a cage. [...] She traveled a long way to die.
Plus the two of us. [Looking a little strained....he would have turned around and left if he'd been afforded the chance okay]
That she did. [He nods, softly. His jaw is clenching tight though, and he looks to her with something sharp behind broad glass lenses.]
If she tried to wake any of us, it didn't work. And whatever held us back all night didn't stop her. And communications were cut out. Maybe the angels were taken by surprise, finding one of their charges dead. Maybe they weren't.
It's just hard not to believe she wasn't led to her grave. It was a pretty slick set up if you ask me.
I find it hard to believe, too. [or it would be one heck of a coincidence.] Though I would've expected to find some evidence of what happened overnight. Blood, if her death was a violent one. Yet...
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mizu walks up to him, staring at the waves for a moment and then looking down at him.]
Ill tidings, aren't they?
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[He purses his lips. Takes a breath, takes a swig.
Then holds the bottle up for him.]
Looks like I'll have to take your death threats for serious now. Little more mortal than we all thought we were, huh?
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[sir, your mouth was just around that bottle... shakes head. no, thank you.]
Did you happen to see her last night?
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actually valid tho as you were.
He retracts the bottle, but doesn't take a second gulp. Rather he caps it, and rests it at his side.]
...Yeah. We were holed up together. [His gaze remains distance, fixed on the horizon.] Us and about nine or ten other people with the same bright idea to get a shower in before bed. Then the door locked.
We tried to bust it down but if Marcoh couldn't do it, then it sure as shit wasn't happening. We all passed out later. And in the morning, she was just gone.
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Nine or ten? [HELLO???? baffled.
that is so funny. everyone really decided to go for the bit.]
It was the same here. At the beach. No doors, of course. But an invisible barrier kept us trapped like rats in a cage. [...] She traveled a long way to die.
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Plus the two of us. [Looking a little strained....he would have turned around and left if he'd been afforded the chance okay]
That she did. [He nods, softly. His jaw is clenching tight though, and he looks to her with something sharp behind broad glass lenses.]
If she tried to wake any of us, it didn't work. And whatever held us back all night didn't stop her. And communications were cut out. Maybe the angels were taken by surprise, finding one of their charges dead. Maybe they weren't.
It's just hard not to believe she wasn't led to her grave. It was a pretty slick set up if you ask me.
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[a scan across the beach, lips pursed. unhappy.]
All I see is a disturbing lack of anything.