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final investigation
[It's been almost a week since Orthrus' lucky escape. Almost a week, of all calls to Heisenberg going (metaphorically) to voicemail. Almost a week, to rest and recover from the harrowing losses of the previous Friday.
It's been almost a week. And the storms are getting worse.
You know the locked door on the first floor? The one that goes into the center of the tower, right across from the great entry hall doors?
Today, there's a heavy iron key sticking out of the lock. With a familiar crest on the head.
The key is sticky with wet yellow paint, and wetter blood.]
It's been almost a week. And the storms are getting worse.
You know the locked door on the first floor? The one that goes into the center of the tower, right across from the great entry hall doors?
Today, there's a heavy iron key sticking out of the lock. With a familiar crest on the head.
The key is sticky with wet yellow paint, and wetter blood.]
cw: all that stuff that's been in the thread up till now
[He looks pretty tired, but give him a few moments and he can recover at least some CC here!]
cw: labored breathing
I've had worse.
[He winces and grips the healed impalement wound, his whole body curling up slightly.]
Urgh... Fuck, that was a lie. God damn it.
[He rolls his head toward Baldr.]
Where's- everyone else?
cw: labored breathing
[He does it one more time, then sags down to sit on the floor himself. Yeah, he's tapped out for the time being, give him a few. He can't backstep to rebuild CC here.]
The others are... they're investigating the rest of this floor. Nuadha-sama and Felix-san are with them, so between those two, they should be fine.
[He has confidence in his boyfriends, misplaced or not!]
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