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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His eyes don't really focus on any of them, but he tries to back up in the box, slipping on one hand. ]
D- don't, please! I-I've... I've got...got a...
[ As he speaks, the words are a little slurred. ]
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[Fine. He can't kill you. So he guesses he'll just have to settle for getting information out of you.]
Care to tell us what brought you here?
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[ He's looking around, or at least trying to, but he seems to be having a hard time sitting up straight? ]
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Now. If you know something, I think it would be a good time to share.
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[ His voice cracks, even though he's somewhere in his thirties, and he's breathing pretty heavily. ]
What're y-y-you gonna...do to m-me?
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You... You f'lks burned down Mrs. Mitchell'sss diner...'nd I- h-how 'm I s'pposed to trust... After y'all...that guy... Y-you killed 'im. Ohhh, God, oh God...
[ Seems Davis was present during the execution on Sunday. Mmm. Yikes. ]
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Dazai winces and-- falters. His hand curls into a fist, his nails digging lightly into his skin.]
...you don't know the first thing about Odasaku... I suggest you don't talk about things you don't understand.
[Breaaaaathe.]
If you put us in danger, I will not hesitate to kill you. But if you work with me, then I'll promise your safety. And I'll answer your questions.
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[ He tries to back away again, but just falls over. ]
D- don't kill m-me, pl-please. Please I- I've be- been nice t-to y'all, pl- please...!
[ And he starts crying... ]
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We're not gonna kill you.
[this poor guy]
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[Good lord. This babysitting mission is too much. Dazai sighs and helps him back up.]
I will protect you under two conditions. The first-- you won't speak of Sunday again. Second-- you're going to listen to what I say. Do those two things, and I'll see you safely back to your tavern.
...Odasaku... really liked it there.
[Excuse him he just has some dirt in his eye.]
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Hey, buddy, I'm just... going to whisper in your ear for a sec, okay? Please don't freak out. ... Any more than you are already, understandably, freaking out.
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