[ (In which Nagako brushes a piece of glass as a mamushi, because no one can have nice things. )
You are here to solve a mystery, for the fourth time in many weeks. You are weary but not tired, even if you are trapped in this game that you can't escape from. To give up would mean your death but beyond that, you can't stop until you're secured the "prize", your niece. You have to keep going.
Shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you glance at the paper in your right hand. ]
I've failed with many of them in the past. However, I managed to save the fourth birdie. Though it is 'their role' all the birdies have lost all four limbs. It's truly saddening...
[ Before you've even finished reading the words on the paper, your mind rushes to fill in the blanks. It explains everything you've found so far in this abandoned house; dolls of girls with ball-jointed limbs, the screams you heard and wails of agony of "GIVE IT BACK" and you grit your teeth.
That's when it hits you, the sour, metallic, pungent smell. Bile rises in your throat but you swallow it down, decomposition is becoming a familiar odor at this point. What actually makes your hair stand on end is that just a second ago, the only smell that filled your nostrils was must. A tap on your shoulder later, you shift your focus from the paper in your hand, briefly to a tall woman dressed in all black cocktail dress better suited for a new year's eve party than delving in condemned houses, to the bed in the room. The bed in the room which was previously empty but now has a human sized mass underneath.
It's not a trick of the light or your mind going crazy (you almost wish that was the case), but the past come to the present. You know what you have to do, so you walk over wordless and pull back the sheet.
The grotesque mass of meat before you, crawling with maggots, full of staples and extra limbs begs only one reaction.
Curses fly from your lips but you don't recoil or drop the sheet. What lies in front of you is one version of your future if you fail. Laughing voices and chattering teeth errupt on your skin as if timed on a script. Everything goes red. ]
...that motherfucker. I was just getting used to not hearing them. [ Back in reality, Akira scowls.]
[ Sometimes you're taking an innocent walk and sometimes that walk is stopped with sudden horrific nightmarish images.
He feels a bit of sickness at the bottom of his pit as he tries to digest whatever that was that he just saw. Like other memories, he looks around... perplexed. His eyes fall on Akira, as there's no one else around.
He got what he deserved, at least. I would have put him in the ground myself if the spirit of one of the girls he killed didn't already do that work for me.
I was in a fight with I guess what you could call a lake spirit at the time, so she decided to follow me home and invade my apartment. Tried to take a shower but the entire tub was flooded with swamp water and long black hair, it was gross as hell.
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week 2; wednesday afternoon, CW: body horror
You are here to solve a mystery, for the fourth time in many weeks. You are weary but not tired, even if you are trapped in this game that you can't escape from. To give up would mean your death but beyond that, you can't stop until you're secured the "prize", your niece. You have to keep going.
Shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you glance at the paper in your right hand. ]
I've failed with many of them in the past. However, I managed to save the fourth birdie. Though it is 'their role' all the birdies have lost all four limbs. It's truly saddening...
[ Before you've even finished reading the words on the paper, your mind rushes to fill in the blanks. It explains everything you've found so far in this abandoned house; dolls of girls with ball-jointed limbs, the screams you heard and wails of agony of "GIVE IT BACK" and you grit your teeth.
That's when it hits you, the sour, metallic, pungent smell. Bile rises in your throat but you swallow it down, decomposition is becoming a familiar odor at this point. What actually makes your hair stand on end is that just a second ago, the only smell that filled your nostrils was must. A tap on your shoulder later, you shift your focus from the paper in your hand, briefly to a tall woman dressed in all black cocktail dress better suited for a new year's eve party than delving in condemned houses, to the bed in the room. The bed in the room which was previously empty but now has a human sized mass underneath.
It's not a trick of the light or your mind going crazy (you almost wish that was the case), but the past come to the present. You know what you have to do, so you walk over wordless and pull back the sheet.
The grotesque mass of meat before you, crawling with maggots, full of staples and extra limbs begs only one reaction.
Curses fly from your lips but you don't recoil or drop the sheet. What lies in front of you is one version of your future if you fail. Laughing voices and chattering teeth errupt on your skin as if timed on a script. Everything goes red. ]
...that motherfucker. I was just getting used to not hearing them. [ Back in reality, Akira scowls.]
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He feels a bit of sickness at the bottom of his pit as he tries to digest whatever that was that he just saw. Like other memories, he looks around... perplexed. His eyes fall on Akira, as there's no one else around.
What does he say...? ]
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Whatever you wanna say I've probably heard it before, so go for it.
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I think I'm still in the processing mode, but was that what I think it was?
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[ Well ok then. ]
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[ Okay, then?? ]
What did he do to deserve that?
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The arms he stapled to himself were their hands.
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Twisted would be an understatement here.
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[ He looks a little perplexed. Then again, given what has been happening around here... He shouldn't be surprised. ]
I don't... blame you for feeling like that.
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[ So...yeah. ]
Even if you did, I should get dibs as his son.
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[ He looks... baffled. Appalled. Not that it was okay before, but now... ]
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[ A very, very dark understatement. ]
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It worked out in the end even if I had to clean up his mess.
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Looks like a huge mess, at that.
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It is what it is. [ True shikata ga nai through and through. ]
The murders in this place are actually a step up, honestly.
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If they're all like what I saw, then I hate to agree with you, but you're not wrong...
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[ A beat. ]
Well what that first asshole did was fucked up. [ Qi Rong and jerky... ]
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None of it's great if you ask me.
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...actually you might have a point.
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Barely. Try having your bathtub haunted, it's a pain in the ass.
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[ Now that's gotta be a story. ]
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I was in a fight with I guess what you could call a lake spirit at the time, so she decided to follow me home and invade my apartment. Tried to take a shower but the entire tub was flooded with swamp water and long black hair, it was gross as hell.
Wound up taking a shower that night instead.
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It sounds like it would have been a pain to deal with. And disgusting.
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[ And he's a bath kinda guy! Oh the travesty. ]
I take it you've never been lucky enough to be haunted?
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