Post by Vaellin the Bard on Apr 20, 2021 15:06:51 GMT -6
The group bickers among themselves, bouncing between a few options as they consider what is possible. A few people look tired. Between the medication, the fitful night in the living quarters, four murders, and a bomb going off, it’s hard to blame them. Still Phantom rises after a period of time and bellows.
”ENOUGH! You’ve talked long enough, irritated me enough, cast your votes now before I decide to drop all of you onto the tracks!”
Hesitant hands point. Two at Chika, whose alibi was mysteriously empty at parts, six at Dazai and four at Neptune, both who claimed to have slept at a crucial moment, and one at Phantom himself. He laughs, amused at the one accusation. One person abstained.
“Very well, you decided Dazai? Let us see. Is he our murderer?”
Mist gathers around Dazai, and Ishigami’s corpse now resting in a corner. It collects and accumulates in the sky before portraying the night of murder in the clouds
The forest is empty when Ishigami arrives. His goal is to the right, and he’s able calculate his exact path each night, knowing where the cars go. He steps through a powder, focused on his objective.
Then he’s suddenly dropped, pushed from behind and pinned to the ground. Hard enough to bruise. A knife is dragged across his throat and he would scream if only his voice could go through. He struggles for a moment, but his vision is blurring. What feels like forever happens in minutes and he falls into an unconscious state, never to wake up.
A shadowed figure stands behind. For a few moments you try to see the silhouette of Dazai Osamu but… it doesn’t quite fit. They kneel down and dust off their footprint from the back before stabbing the knife in and covering his body in dirt and taking time to paint blood in a precise manner on the teen’s face. The shadow then hurries off to the left.
Then… something strange happens. Something invisible tries to lift the body, but is too weak to do so. Instead they kick more dirt on the body and words in Ishigami’s own blood start to be written. Words everyone knows by now. Then silence happens.
The image in the clouds becomes fragmented, trying to pull memories that don’t exist. Instead bits of a dream appear, a beautiful woman reciting poetry perhaps? But definitely not murder. The fragmentation worsens when after being hit, Dazai’s eyes snap open and he takes in his room. Where he’s been for the past hour. Something is bitter on his tongue.
Dazai was not the blackened
“Well then. It appears you’ve all made a decision.” Phantom laughs, clearly enjoying this accident. “I will need those who voted for Dazai to step forward as one of you will have to be sacrificed alongside Dazai. To satisfy the ghosts’ thirst for vengeance, you see.”
Phantom turns his gaze to the 6 who voted for the detective, a malicious grin peeking through the shroud and robes.
”ENOUGH! You’ve talked long enough, irritated me enough, cast your votes now before I decide to drop all of you onto the tracks!”
Hesitant hands point. Two at Chika, whose alibi was mysteriously empty at parts, six at Dazai and four at Neptune, both who claimed to have slept at a crucial moment, and one at Phantom himself. He laughs, amused at the one accusation. One person abstained.
“Very well, you decided Dazai? Let us see. Is he our murderer?”
Mist gathers around Dazai, and Ishigami’s corpse now resting in a corner. It collects and accumulates in the sky before portraying the night of murder in the clouds
The forest is empty when Ishigami arrives. His goal is to the right, and he’s able calculate his exact path each night, knowing where the cars go. He steps through a powder, focused on his objective.
Then he’s suddenly dropped, pushed from behind and pinned to the ground. Hard enough to bruise. A knife is dragged across his throat and he would scream if only his voice could go through. He struggles for a moment, but his vision is blurring. What feels like forever happens in minutes and he falls into an unconscious state, never to wake up.
A shadowed figure stands behind. For a few moments you try to see the silhouette of Dazai Osamu but… it doesn’t quite fit. They kneel down and dust off their footprint from the back before stabbing the knife in and covering his body in dirt and taking time to paint blood in a precise manner on the teen’s face. The shadow then hurries off to the left.
Then… something strange happens. Something invisible tries to lift the body, but is too weak to do so. Instead they kick more dirt on the body and words in Ishigami’s own blood start to be written. Words everyone knows by now. Then silence happens.
The image in the clouds becomes fragmented, trying to pull memories that don’t exist. Instead bits of a dream appear, a beautiful woman reciting poetry perhaps? But definitely not murder. The fragmentation worsens when after being hit, Dazai’s eyes snap open and he takes in his room. Where he’s been for the past hour. Something is bitter on his tongue.
Dazai was not the blackened
“Well then. It appears you’ve all made a decision.” Phantom laughs, clearly enjoying this accident. “I will need those who voted for Dazai to step forward as one of you will have to be sacrificed alongside Dazai. To satisfy the ghosts’ thirst for vengeance, you see.”
Phantom turns his gaze to the 6 who voted for the detective, a malicious grin peeking through the shroud and robes.
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