The Sergeant's deadline is tonight. An offer to get in contact with people you know, yet also a threat. Given how fed up he was, it's unlikely he's joking about the kind of cruelty he's willing to go through for the sake of getting what he wants.
That's why it may not be so surprising that, early in Friday morning, there's this air of tension, despite the bright sun in the sky. It doesn't help that a firetruck and a couple patrolcars race through the streets, passing in front of the motel and going west. The reason why is clear after a single glance:
There's a thick column of black smoke emanating from somewhere inside the Junkyard.
[ well, oda's not really going to wait for dazai to open the fucking door and possibly burn himself because as soon as he sees something inside, he immediately turns back to the firefighters with an uncharacteristic amount of emotion in his voice. ]
[ The man with the hose gasps, and suddenly they're all scrambling. Shouting to one another, and within seconds a steady stream of water drenches the burning car, until the fire is out. ]
[ It's still definitely a little toasty, but you can open it well enough.
Once you do, the hazy figure inside the car's a lot easier to see, as he's lying across the front seats. Like someone laid down without any care to take a nap, in the worst place possible. However, damp with both some kind of liquid and blood around the abdomen, it's easy to see, something a lot more sinister happened here.
And a lot more fatal. Face caught in an expression of pain, the man's head tips as the door opens, to look Dazai right in the eye.
[ While they rush around, a few people apologize to Gant, and others murmur their thanks. It seems like this is nothing the firefighters have seen before. ]
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Hey! DO SOMETHING AND PUT THE FIRE OUT!
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Once you do, the hazy figure inside the car's a lot easier to see, as he's lying across the front seats. Like someone laid down without any care to take a nap, in the worst place possible. However, damp with both some kind of liquid and blood around the abdomen, it's easy to see, something a lot more sinister happened here.
And a lot more fatal. Face caught in an expression of pain, the man's head tips as the door opens, to look Dazai right in the eye.
Moloch von Zinzer is dead. ]
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Welp. That sure is a dead body.
[Nailed it!]
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Ugh! Finally!
[clarisse someone has DIED]
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[How unfortunate.]
Seems we have a case on our hands.
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but it's fine. this is fine. he's fine. ]
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Not like she's not used to seeing bodies, that's what fighting a war makes you grow used to, but this seems...cruel. ]
...gods, someone wasn't taking any chances, here.
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[Well, that was strange.]
Was that not what you came here to do?
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Why were they just standing around, staring? [this is insane. he's trying to see inside the car now]
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[??????????]
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Wow.]
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If you all can’t quite figure out how to handle this, maybe I can be of assistance...?
[He flashes the badge he got from the party!]
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