Week 4: April 22nd - April 26th

[cartesio]

Fourth Week

A second murder shook the town of Cartesio. Clarisse's ambush plan ended with Katsuki Bakugou's death. Now what?

Nothing to be done other than continuing their life and watch what happens. After two weeks, after the deaths they have seen, it's hard to think there's a way out. The only option is to wait for the right chance to turn the tables and see a weak point in the Sergeant's plans -- and hopefully not see any murders.

The townspeople's attitude towards the tourists soured even more. The destruction of the church was much worse than anything they had seen so far, and they ran out of patience. People who in the past were nice and wanted nothing more than to make the tourists happy now aren't afraid of saying to their faces what's what. Random pedestrians shout at the visitors, telling them to stop being criminals. Although there are a few who have more patience than the rest, general opinion is clear:

The tourists are nuisances, to say the least.

In the lobby of the motel there's a few more brochures, and the maps have been updated once again.

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Comments

[amburere]

[ Head tilt. ]

Who did?

[robitussin]

Clarisse.

[A shrug.]

So, it doesn't matter much anymore, I guess.

[amburere]

[ Oh. Hm. ]

She wouldn't have made even a decent kindling, but that wouldn't have mattered.

[robitussin]

...Do you only think about people in terms of how big of a fire they'd light?

[amburere]

For trash I do.

[robitussin]

[Almost immediately:]

She isn't trash.

[She says, about the person who she just admitted lightly strangled her.]

[amburere]

To you. [ He almost shrugs, but Clarisse really isn't worth that energy. ]

[robitussin]

Oh.

[...Wait.]

—Holy shit, wait, please don't imply what I think you're implying.

[amburere]

What?

[robitussin]

Uh, you said you think about setting people on fire if they're trash, and I said she isn't trash, and you said she's trash to me.

[So—]

Please don't think about lighting people on fire if they do anything to me?

[amburere]

[ ............................ ]

You're as bad as Hawks. What did you think I was gonna do if the Sarge let me have her? [ There's some reading between the lines here, again with the non-denial in a sense, yet his point still stands. He wanted to reduce her to ash plenty enough beforehand. Extra incentive? Well it's nice to think about, maybe. ]

[robitussin]

That's... different.

[Even if she's not sure exactly how, herself.]

[amburere]

Really? Dead is dead.

[robitussin]

Right, but...

[She falters, then sighs.]

Never mind.

[amburere]

Enlightening. She was trash to me before and she's still trash now.

[ That's all that matters. He shifts from his static position near the door, intending to leave again. This time he at least pauses, giving her somewhat of a courtesy of a last word. ]

[robitussin]

[She looks as though she's going to say something for a few moments, but decides against it. Instead:]

...Cool. Good talk. Catch you later.

[amburere]

Later. Good luck with the cream cheese. [ As snarky as usual, for what it's worth. He's not sure what happened here and he'd rather not think about it, so bye. ]