[ hello everyone.... surprisingly, all of you are. okay...?? or okay, enough. well, except the one. anyway, here is giyuu here to quietly check on everyone while also smelling like smoke while also having red irritated skin and scratches to his face and hands.
...but that's fine. how are you? are you fairing well, you know. ]
[ hello dimitri why are you bloody...slightly bloody.
also for the sake of things, giyuu will allow dimitri to hold onto what looks to be a bit of hope about certain people still being alive which he honestly doubts. the disembodied voice seems to be all-knowing despite it not coming from anywhere in particular. ]
Exactly. [ and now to address your blood. ] Did you get hurt?
[ hello camp dad good luck wrangling all these kids
Dimitri is grateful that Giyuu doesn't shut him down immediately, even if there's basically no way any of those people are alive. He's still curt, though. ]
No. [ His edge wears off slightly as he spots the small bloodstain on his cape, thumbing it briefly. ] This isn't mine.
[He comes bounding up in a breathless hobble halfway through because... he had... to walk all the way across the island almost. Listen. Why does his friend have to be in Cavern Camp? Terrible.
He's covered all over in sticky, damp beach sand.] Wh-Whoa, I made it...! [Oh no, there's many people here. He frowns thinly, and then startles at Giyuu Camp Dad.]
[ while he's glad that ryuji still has spunk, he isn't thrilled about his reaction to his current state. yeah, he knows. thanks for the reminder. ]
Bad week.
[ aside from being sticky with beach sand, is there anything else wrong with ryuji?? giyuu is curious but mind his manners and his distance. the smoke smell is awful and what's worse is that there's nothing to wash his haori with. ]
[Both because of Giyuu's state and because the state of affairs going on currently.]
What, me? No! [He sounds a bit hurt in a defensive way, like he thinks Giyuu is accusing him.] I don't got nothin'. Helping Yusuke carry his stupid art sand so he could redo it, and then we just, like, passed out!
[ art sand......... quietly flashbacks towards the lobster that was so quickly destroyed by the storm. nature is cruel sometimes. and while he doesn't comment on it, he's glad that ryuji is suffering from not visual ill-effects that he wants to share with him. it's also fair if he's hiding anything, too.
he'd honestly not tell ryuji what happened to him and still doesn't want ryuji to know since, well, he's supposed to be looking after him and not the other way around. still, with the news that just got out— ]
They're side effects from exploring.
[ cave bad. ruins bad.... lighthouse bad??? did giyuu go anywhere that wasn't bad? no. no he did not, well, no, camp has been good to him. it's why he's here, after all. ]
Be careful if you plan on going deep into the caves.
[ HONESTLY HOPEFULLY NO ONE GOES BACK IN THERE??? ]
[Oh. The caves. Sounds terrible, really. Caves bad, yeah. Ruins BAD. All is bad.]
It was weird as hell, right? I'm not the only one, right? Me an' Yusuke tried the lighthouse, but, like, this skeleton hand just popped out of the ground and grabbed me by the leg! We got pulled into a hole, and someone was throwin' dirt on us! And then, like, there was this--I don't know!--zombie-ghost thing!
Oh! And me an' Kanroji tried to get out of the storm in the ruins. We looked around while we were there. I found a thigh bone! We got trapped in some weird hot spring, but the water was black and smelled like death. We passed out.
Do you think that's... what happened to the ones who...? Did someone, like, really kill them?
[ Well, it's some relief that he can speak freely of these ghosts without everyone assuming he's lost his mind......
Nothing else is very comforting though. He mulls something over to himself for a while, expression stormy before he straightens. ]
...There's another reason I believe we may not be the first ones here. And that we may not be alone.
[ He retrieves something from his belongings: three sheets of paper, slightly crumpled. He lays them out side by side, for anyone around to look with him.
Short? Like... yay high. [ holding a hand to like... her shoulder maybe look animorphs don't have official heights but marco is Short. ] Kind of olive-colored skin, darker than mine. Black hair, usually wears it long. Brown eyes. Thinks he's cute, but he's really just annoying.
[ Dimitri closes his eyes for a moment, as though pained. How is it that they could all know these people...? ]
I am still trying to piece that together. I feel as though it must be something left to rattle us, but... [ He shakes his head. ] We will have to keep looking for an explanation.
[ In this particular case, he thinks it's better an enemy's name than a friend's. ]
I see. [ He still has to confirm a few things, but being able to confirm all this with jungle crew helps. ] In most instances, I think these are people close to us. I wonder why they would bring in the name of someone you disdain?
I'm not certain, but if these names are supposed to imply they are dead, then I know there are exceptions. Muzan Kibutsuji—that demon is still alive.
[ he's quietly seething. there are indeed names of loved ones for others but—sometimes there is just someone who you desperately want to kill above everything else in the entire world. ]
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wk 1; friday, post body announcement
...but that's fine. how are you? are you fairing well, you know. ]
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Sooo is it over yet?
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Over? Someone might consider it just started.
[ there are murderers to catch?? and????? ]
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We've yet to even confirm everyone's deaths. [ And if they're dead, their bodies may not even be cool yet. There's so much left to do... ]
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also for the sake of things, giyuu will allow dimitri to hold onto what looks to be a bit of hope about certain people still being alive which he honestly doubts. the disembodied voice seems to be all-knowing despite it not coming from anywhere in particular. ]
Exactly. [ and now to address your blood. ] Did you get hurt?
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Dimitri is grateful that Giyuu doesn't shut him down immediately, even if there's basically no way any of those people are alive. He's still curt, though. ]
No. [ His edge wears off slightly as he spots the small bloodstain on his cape, thumbing it briefly. ] This isn't mine.
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He's covered all over in sticky, damp beach sand.] Wh-Whoa, I made it...! [Oh no, there's many people here. He frowns thinly, and then startles at
GiyuuCamp Dad.]Holy shit, dude, what the eff happened to you?!
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Bad week.
[ aside from being sticky with beach sand, is there anything else wrong with ryuji?? giyuu is curious but mind his manners and his distance. the smoke smell is awful and what's worse is that there's nothing to wash his haori with. ]
... Any injuries?
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[Both because of Giyuu's state and because the state of affairs going on currently.]
What, me? No! [He sounds a bit hurt in a defensive way, like he thinks Giyuu is accusing him.] I don't got nothin'. Helping Yusuke carry his stupid art sand so he could redo it, and then we just, like, passed out!
Look at you! What the heck even happened?
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he'd honestly not tell ryuji what happened to him and still doesn't want ryuji to know since, well, he's supposed to be looking after him and not the other way around. still, with the news that just got out— ]
They're side effects from exploring.
[ cave bad. ruins bad.... lighthouse bad??? did giyuu go anywhere that wasn't bad? no. no he did not, well, no, camp has been good to him. it's why he's here, after all. ]
Be careful if you plan on going deep into the caves.
[ HONESTLY HOPEFULLY NO ONE GOES BACK IN THERE??? ]
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[Oh. The caves. Sounds terrible, really. Caves bad, yeah. Ruins BAD. All is bad.]
It was weird as hell, right? I'm not the only one, right? Me an' Yusuke tried the lighthouse, but, like, this skeleton hand just popped out of the ground and grabbed me by the leg! We got pulled into a hole, and someone was throwin' dirt on us! And then, like, there was this--I don't know!--zombie-ghost thing!
Oh! And me an' Kanroji tried to get out of the storm in the ruins. We looked around while we were there. I found a thigh bone! We got trapped in some weird hot spring, but the water was black and smelled like death. We passed out.
Do you think that's... what happened to the ones who...? Did someone, like, really kill them?
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Nothing else is very comforting though. He mulls something over to himself for a while, expression stormy before he straightens. ]
...There's another reason I believe we may not be the first ones here. And that we may not be alone.
[ He retrieves something from his belongings: three sheets of paper, slightly crumpled. He lays them out side by side, for anyone around to look with him.
On them is written:
Page 1:
Akihito Narihisago - Haircut
Clover Field - Facial
Ruomen - Aromatherapy
Muzan Kibutsuji - Aromatherapy
Selphie Tilmitt - Manicure
Tom Nook - Grooming
Page 2:
Leia Organa - Conditioning treatment
Sukeyo Fuchi - Makeup consult
Marco [LAST NAME OBSCURED BY SMUDGED BLOOD] - Haircut
Ann Takamaki - Manicure
Dedue Molinaro - Hot stone massage
Ritsuka Fujimaru - Facial
Page 3:
Mitsuru Kirijo - Oil massage
Saichi Sugimoto - Aromatherapy
Wei Wuxian - Conditioning treatment
Xie Lian - Deep tissue massage
Aurelion Sol - Grooming ]
Do these names mean anything to you all?
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Yeah, what's-his-face said we were the third or fourth ones, so...
[ she gets to the second page and trails off, frowning. then she points to one name - marco. ]
This one. He's - a friend, I guess, from home. Are these all people who were here before?
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I... I am not sure. Can you describe to me what he looked like?
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[ hm. ]
Short? Like... yay high. [ holding a hand to like... her shoulder maybe look animorphs don't have official heights but marco is Short. ] Kind of olive-colored skin, darker than mine. Black hair, usually wears it long. Brown eyes. Thinks he's cute, but he's really just annoying.
[ shrugs! ]
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When was the last time you saw him?
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I'm sorry, who?
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Takamaki?!
[He sounds worried.]
Hey--no! What the hell, man?! Why is she on here?!
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I am still trying to piece that together. I feel as though it must be something left to rattle us, but... [ He shakes his head. ] We will have to keep looking for an explanation.
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[ he does not care for the implications of this. absolutely not at all. ]
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I see. [ He still has to confirm a few things, but being able to confirm all this with jungle crew helps. ] In most instances, I think these are people close to us. I wonder why they would bring in the name of someone you disdain?
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[ he's quietly seething. there are indeed names of loved ones for others but—sometimes there is just someone who you desperately want to kill above everything else in the entire world. ]