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

[doublelammy]

[It's probably for the best that he's saying this to Millium, who has no parents herself and therefore can't really understand the severity of this.]

And then you picked Wayne? Or did someone else pick it for you?

What was it before?

[streetwolf]

[It's lucky for Wayne. Because if it'd been someone who would have responded to that with anything resembling pity, he- He probably would have punched them.]

Yeah, I picked it after the war when lots of other people started doing it. Knew it was an American name cause I overheard it.

I'm not sure why you're asking. It's not like I've used it in years. [He rolls his eyes, but shrugs.] ...Kouta. It's nothing special or anything. Surprised the old bastard didn't write it down just to be a pain.

[doublelammy]

Mm... curiosity, I guess. I haven't really known anyone that got t'pick their own name before.

[But she listens.]

Kouta. ...It's kinda cute, y'know? Ehe, but I think Wayne suits you better. A cute name totally wouldn't work for a guy like you~

[streetwolf]

Most people do back home, stops'em from singling you out-[Okay he's stopping to pull the biggest fucking face.]

No. Stop. I get enough of that cutesy bullshit from Stella and Meryl when they saw it on my work documents.

[doublelammy]

[What was that? "Stop doing the thing?" Oh, Wayne, you precious fool, don't you understand she's gong to take that as "go harder?"]

E~he~he~ do~ ya? Wonder what it is they call you...

Kouty? ...Mm, no, you're Eastern, they don't do nicknames like that, right? Well, there's Sakura-chan, so... Kouta-chan?

...Kou-chan?

[Wayne is doomed.]

[streetwolf]

[Why does his life suck so bad? He's just going to stand here and glower.










It's no the same as sulking... It really isn't!]

[doublelammy]

[This delights the Millium.]

Kouuuu-channn~

[streetwolf]

[Hey guess what? He's a lot bigger than her, and he's got big clunky boots. They make a nice sound when he stomps them.

Because that's what he's doing. Stomping over and looming over her.





...This would probably be intimidating if it wasn't a 13 year old. Or so stupid.]

[doublelammy]

[. . .]

Ohhh. Are we playin' the "who's bigger n' scarier" game? [She doesn't sound intimidated at all.] C'mon, Lammy!

[And her robot partner promptly appears, with her hopping back into its arms and levitating a bit so her head is above his.]

[streetwolf]

.....







[You know what? Fuck this. There's a growl. And he's solving his hands in his pockets, hunching his shoulders and just turning around and walking away.

She can't mock him if he's not there.

It's definitely not running away.]

[doublelammy]

[...?

She floats after him, sinking down to a lower level.]

Hey, hey. Are you mad? I didn't mean to make you mad. I was just messin' with you, Wayne...