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GRAVEYARD
GRAVEYARD Well, that sucked. But no matter what your death was like—whether it was something peaceful or traumatic, you'll find yourself waking in a completely white room on the floor. Small and empty, there isn't anything else there besides an open door to walk through. But before you do that, you'll probably notice that whatever injuries you may have had, including whatever may have been the death blow, are now gone. That's exciting. Stepping out of the room, it seems that you're in a large... house? with three different floors. Everything from floor, ceiling to furniture is completely white, except for the drawings that are plastered to the walls in each room. These are all colorful, drawn in colored pencils and crayon, and resemble a child's drawing. The other notable thing are the windows. While they're present all around the building, looking out of them only shows TV static. Besides that, everything is furnished with the absolute bare minimum of each room. The first floor is all typical common areas one would find in a house. There's a kitchen, living room area, laundry room, dining room, and a main hallway where the stairs are. There are also helpful drawings in these rooms that show the rooms much more lavishly decorated than they actually are. There's a door that appears to be the way to exit the building, but it leads you to somewhere that's not the front lawn. The second floor consists of nothing but twenty bedrooms. Each room has one queen sized bed, an empty dresser, and an attached bathroom with only a sink, toilet, and shower. Like the first floor, each bedroom has drawn pictures that show it looking much more lavish than it actually does. Thanks for nothing, artist! The third floor only has two rooms. One appears to be a home office with nothing but a desk and two chairs, one behind it and one in front of it. On the desk are some blank pieces of paper along with crayons, as well as a written note next to them that says PLEASE DRAW THE PREFERRED ANIMAL :). It looks like this is how you ask for a meeting with a Leader. The other room is much larger, and it's completely empty save for the many drawings lining its walls— in fact, the walls are covered in them, much more than in any other room. On closer inspection, though, it seems like these aren't actually drawings? The papers seem to be showing scenes from the living area. Everything from inside the hotel to the areas beyond the bridge are visible here. However, when curfew hits on Thursday nights, they revert to being normal drawings! Except for the fact that they're all drawings of stick figures being murdered in various ways. Well. At least there's plenty of things to draw with, if you get bored. As of Week 3, each person has the ability to send messages on their PHS unlocked. |
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He forces himself to his feet and runs in pursuit after Kano. Not to try to kill him again, because he's sure Hikaru will wreck his
assdick again if he tries that, but. He can't just sit around wallowing when there's some kind of action afoot.So like, thanks for the sentiment, Hikaru, but he's? got it handled??? ]
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Stop! Stop- hey! Let go!
[ First degree burns be damned, Kano tries to get the dog to let go of his hoodie, to the extent that he grabs the dog by the mouth and tries to pry its jaws apart, putting up so much more fight than when his own life was threatened by Vezda's tie.
The hoodie is very important, do not burn or tear it. ]
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A-ah-- Vezda-san, no!!
[COME ON MISTER MOP WE GOTTA GO WHACK AN ARMY MAN IN THE JUNK AGAIN]
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He's a little insulted that Kano is fighting harder against the dog than he did him. ]
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His wrist is indeed getting chomped on, his other hand hesitating beside the side of the dog's face, where he could very easily punch or scratch or poke the thing's eye out to make it let go, but at the same time, he can't bring himself to do anything that would hurt it.
What he can do? Spit in its face. Fire is weak against water, take that. ]
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Anyway it gets spit at, and it winces, before just yanking Kano fully to the side to try and get him prone.
If he is prone, the dog will then proceed to lay down on top of him. This dog, unlike Hikaru, is not 88 pounds.
Hikaru skids into the room behind Bucky with her mop, huffing out a breath of relief that he's not actively doing anything. She'll bop him on the shoulder with the broom, though it's very light and more to get his attention.]
'ts okay. Rayearth won't kill him or anything. They're just kinda angry.
[She's just gonna keep walking towards the madness, though. /jaws music/]
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Well. Your dog's doing a good job, at least.
[ It is at this moment that Vezda has realized they are at the tailor's, and that he is not doomed to this one outfit after all! So he's gonna just. Slink away and see if he can grab any new clothes that fit him. ]
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Vezda's already crushed his ribs by sitting on him earlier, and now the dog is going to finish the job and crush his spine. He huffs, trying to pull himself free, but that's not happening.
He does squint at Vezda, though. How Kano set his clothes on fire in the first place? He lights a lighter and tosses it at the clothes that fits Vezda. ]
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She WAS calm about it. But then he went and did that???
Her face tightens as the dog growls. RIP Vesda and the new fire, because Kano's getting the actual mop end of the mop smacked straight into his face.]
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First it's the pants that he's holding that catch fire. Then, almost like they've been doused in gasoline, the rest of the clothing goes up in a giant plume of flames. Vezda throws the pants to the ground with a yell.
Then he runs for Kano, ready to fully body this kid with his metal shoulder because he KNEW this little fuck burned his clothes, and then spent all this time waffling about how Vezda's the one hurting innocent people? And now he's ruining his chance at any decent clothes??
He doesn't care if Hikaru is there to stop him, all he sees is red. ]
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Good luck ramming into Kano when he's got ??? pounds of flaming dog-wolf-soul-thing on top of him still! ]
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Her eyes, however, stay on Bucky.
Fight the wolf lion so that you can kill a child, Bucky, it's your destiny.]
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So he just. Stomps over to a corner of the shop that isn't on fire, tense as humanly possible, and roars furiously as he starts throwing a tantrum: punching a hole in the wall, tearing down racks of clothing, ripping apart display furniture...
HE JUST NEEDS TO DESTROY SOMETHING, AND IF YOU WON'T LET IT BE KANO, IT'S GOING TO HAVE TO BE THIS ]
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Anything that Kano had planned is singlehandedly thrown out of his mind when he hears Vezda roar. Holy shit. He's snapped.
There is a very distinct memory of this happening during tutorial trial?? But maybe that was also a fever dream, like this one feels like.
Okay... okay. He will lie still and behave. Hikaru is probably light enough that he can toss her right off, but right now, she is the only thing standing between himself and the force of nature that is Vezda and he does not want to get caught up in that, thank you. ]
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She keeps her voice low as Bucky continues to be a screamy angry chad-karen-nightmare mess.]
Please stay put. Okay? I won't let him hurt you, but only if you don't run.
[A beat, before she sighs and pulls the still-tied tie off Kano's neck, a careful touch with the rotten red mark it leaves behind.]
You really need to stop doing such stupid stuff or everybody's gonna really get the wrong idea.
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Vezda will continue to be here wrecking shit.
Although uhhh the fire is spreading now, from the clothes Vezda was checking out to a wider selection and even the walls a bit. But that's fine. Take your time, kids. ]
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Sorry, but I got a role to play.
[ At least he doesn't get up and bolt; he stays right there lying on the ground, where there is more oxygen and less smoke. ]
Careful, there, Vezda! Keep it up and you're not going to have even those booty shorts left!
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[Oh yeah it is kinda smoky in here, huh.
Time to take Kano by the ear.]
With me. [And then, raising her voice very sharply:] Vezda-san! Outside!!! We can talk to the leaders for your clothes later, okay? Just run!!
[Gonna scramble to her feet, still with Kano by the ear. Come on, noodle boy, we gotta watch your mistakes from a safe distance that is Not Inside The Fire.]
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She WRENCHES Kano's arm as she abruptly does an about-face at the crashing behind them, the sound of the roof falling--
Congrats they are going right back into the fire, one hand tightly on Kano's wrist while the other scrambles for the rack. You asked for this, Kano.]
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Vezda channels all his homicidal rage into getting rid of the clothing stand obstacle, flinging it aside violently and kicking the door open with such force it flies straight off its hinges. (Hope it doesn't hit you on your approach back into this mess!)
He's just at the doorway when the roof finally falls in, so he gets out safely, but only with a plume of fire and smoke and debris shoving him out with the force of the collapse. ]
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yeah she just got steamrolled by the door, down she goes
kano is now free to run, because she's being smacked backwards by A Door On Fire, head over heels across the town street as the door scatters off in one direction in a shattered mess while Hikaru is slammed the opposite way, crashing to a stop against the front of whatever building is across the street.
Her mashin whimpers in pain, but it seems very pleased at the roaring fire so it's just chilling in front of the new bonfire they just made, gingerly lying down.]
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Vezda has been pushed to the ground from the force of the collapse, so he just. Lays there for a bit. Appreciating that he's not on fire.
From his position, though, he can see Kano. And he just glares at him and spits out, sounding not just angry but also upset: ]
Fuck you.