Killers and victims, killers and victims. Three of your own have fallen prey to murderous intent last week. Your numbers keep shrinking. Azura has fallen prey to Franciscus in the same night that Olympia betrayed her friend Millium and killed Cian who wound up in the crossfire. At this rate, is there anyone you can trust?
The townspeople's anger burns hotter than ever. Wherever they go, must they live in fear of stumbling on a corpse? They can't live like this. More than ever, the visitors are being shown that they are
unwelcome.
Walking outdoors, cold looks are the norm. Shouted profanity isn't unexpected. Barely anybody is willing to still hold a conversation with any visitors.
Even within the motel, there is no feeling of safety any longer. Not only have two people died in this very place, no, now the townspeople also lost their fear of coming inside. While they don't enter private rooms, the daring among them vent their hatred of you by vandalizing the common rooms.
Cartesio has become a menacing place.
In the lobby of the motel there's a few more brochures, and
the maps have been updated once again. Don't mind that some of them have been damaged in one of the attacks on the motel.
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cartesianism2018-11-04 01:52 am
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he probably should talk to someone about it]
I told Frankie that I'd give him a quick kill, you know? Be merciful, an' all that. But, when it happened, it wasn't... as quick as I'd hoped it'd be.
[it was, like, the complete opposite of quick!]
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He wanted me to use a gun, but I told him I probably wouldn't, 'cause I don't really know how to use one. My hands were shakin' so bad before the execution, so I figured I'd hurt him more if I tried to shoot 'im. I'd keep missing, you know?
[a slight pause, and he lifts his head slightly]
I chose the biggest weapon I could 'cause I thought it'd do the most damage the fastest. But one swing didn't do the job... An' then I started to panic. [he looks at his hands, they've started to shake again] After that, it was all a blur. I saw Frankie, the Sergeant, I thought about A-Azura and Sakura-chan... And how they didn't deserve to be brought into this mess...
[his fists clench]
I got... so mad. Not just about what he did, but about everything.
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What's happening here... it's wrong. All of it, and I think maybe we weren't prepared for just how bad things would get. [ Both of them, yes, but he's thinking of Sakura too when he says that. During that first week he was naive to believe people wouldn't kill and they could stand together to outlast the Sergeant.
Reality is often pretty cruel. ] So... I'm sorry, I'm sorry that you had to go through that. [ Sounds like Osomatsu's intentions were good even if the outcome was not. ] I won't tell you that you shouldn't be angry—but don't... Don't let it consume you.
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he's quiet for a long time, looking like he's trying to keep himself from shaking harder. he's not good at it, his eyes are getting a bit glassy, and he's gritting his teeth. he's not going to cry, he tells himself. he's been doing so well about not crying here!
it's not working at all.
he huffs and bows his head once more, squeezing his eyes shut to keep the tears at bay, but it's no use. Osomatsu lets out a strangled sob, his shoulders shaking. dammit, he was trying to be strong, and he was strong up until this point. he's lost Franciscus, he's lost Millium, and Cian, and he's probably lost Natalie because he let his anger get the better of him. he's lost his family, and he may lose his own life. he hates this!]
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That's something he hasn't been ever since he got here, so... starting now, he has to step up.
His hands squeeze around Osomatsu's. ] ... go ahead and let it out. [ His voice is impossibly tender. It's okay, really, and he ignores the moisture in his own eyes as he moves one of his hands and puts it on Osomatsu's shoulder. If Osomatsu wants a hug, he's more than welcome to one. ]
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so he appreciates this, a lot, even though a part of him doesn't want to cry in front of Sting. Sting, who's so good and so strong. geez, Osomatsu thinks he must look like a wimp, some guy with no powers, who put someone he considered a friend to death. and for what? for the asshole Sergeant who started this whole thing?
he shudders again, sobbing for a few more minutes before he finally lifts his head, pulling a hand away to scrub at his eyes with his sleeve]
...S-sorry...
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Once he does, Sting pulls his hands away. ]
It's okay, it's not like you did anything wrong. [ Well, okay, technically killing Fran like that was wrong but?? Crying isn't wrong. ]
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... [he sniffles, then nods, looking away for a moment. he's embarrassed, but strangely feels a little better. i mean, everything is still awful, but Osomatsu at least feels like he can make it through another day]
I... [hm. he debates telling him something, but decides against it, and just says:] Thanks.