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.
[ 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.
[ dazai's voice does its job to redirect oda's attention. he still looks unfocused, like he's chasing after something else, but no longer with as much desperation.
he nods. he can't fail dazai now, after all he's done for him. ]
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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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[Listen, she's not poking it, that has to count for something.]
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[olympia...]
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[Millium...]
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[what the hell is wrong with these two]
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[Emotionless girl duumvirate?]
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Oi!
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Oh.
Hey, Oso. You look kinda green...
[GEE, MILLIUM! WONDER WHY?]
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[He should have just stayed shut up in his room, but no, he dragged himself out here after all, and arrived just in time to hear THAT.]
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[And she's still not seeming all that distressed.]
Whatever you wanna call 'im, he's charcoal now.
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[He isn't so much distressed as disgusted by the situation, himself.]
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People die all the time. Sure, it's sad, but I didn't even really know him.
So right now, to me, he's just a body, n' that's 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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[Don't zone out on him now.]
Don't forget you're my partner. I won't forgive you if you slack off on me.
[Trying to keep it light despite the fact that they both know-- this is very serious.]
...we need to investigate.
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[ dazai's voice does its job to redirect oda's attention. he still looks unfocused, like he's chasing after something else, but no longer with as much desperation.
he nods. he can't fail dazai now, after all he's done for him. ]
I understand. What do you want me to do?
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That's the first place to go to help us find our killer.
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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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