Fourth Script | "Death is a fearful thing. " | Accidental Audio/action

[stagecontroller]

[ It's night time, but not the Dark Hour yet. When a new feed starts with a heavy cough from a familiar voice, followed with a low chuckle. ]

I'm afraid I cannot even place where the hospital is now and the Dark Hour is about to begin. Scarlet liquid that flows from a fresh wound, I do wonder...

[ Another cough, the voice clearly belongs to Shakespeare, which could use some help right now. The Dark Hour begins, and it's clearly a problem for him to be out so freely, wounded in the streets.

So, minutes later, trying to avoid all the battles, he ends crossing paths with a group of Shadows. Oh, he's screwed. Unless...]

'I am thou, and thou art I.
Death is a fearful thing, and for that I will grant you my power.
The goddess Hel arrives to the stage.

[ Congratulations, Shakespeare! He gets his persona who eliminates the Shadows. However, the feed ends with a heavy sound of someone falling in the floor. ]

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[unknownrival]

[Time to go scouring the streets for him!]

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[stagecontroller]

[ He's not that far away. Maybe around five or eight minutes of walking. ]

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[unknownrival]

[Whenever Issei finds him, he's getting the crap Dia'd out of him.]

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[stagecontroller]

[ the Dia is appreciated, as he is sitting on the ground with his persona outside, trying to heal his own wounds. ]

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[unknownrival]

[Have another Dia for good measure.]

Are you all right?

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[stagecontroller]

Ah, I do admit I have seen better days.

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[unknownrival]

You know, I could tell.

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[hellburner]

[OH FUCK NO YOU DID NOT JUST TOUCH HER MEAL TICKET.]

ɐnbɐ¡

[Not seeming to notice she is apparently speaking grimdark, Rider tracked Shaskepeare down and proceeded to wreck the collective shit of any Shadows in her way with some water and a Great Old One.]

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[stagecontroller]

[ SLKDFSDLK FRANCIS WHY.

Oh, well. Your writer is there, now sitting down and attempting to heal his own wound. Hel is chilling around to hit some Shadows too. ]

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[hellburner]

ʎno uop,ʇ ןooʞ ʍǝןן' ʍıןןıɐɯ˙ ʍɥɐʇ' ɔɐu,ʇ ʞǝǝd dn¿

[Did you catch that? Because she doesn't seem to notice she's speaking irregularly, sending Cthulhu to set a few more Shadows on fire.]

˙˙˙ɥnɥ˙ ı pıpu,ʇ ʞuoʍ ıʇ ɔonןp po ʇɥɐʇ˙

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[stagecontroller]

Ah, Francis...?

[ He recognizes the voice, yes. Not what she's saying, but he's kinda of glad it is her.. ]

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[hellburner]

oɟ ɔonɹsǝ ıʇ,s ɯǝ' ıɯqǝɔıןǝ' ʍɥo ǝןsǝ po ʎon ʞuoʍ with pink hair?

[Her Persona disappeared somewhere in that sentence. Guess where.]

What happened?

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[stagecontroller]

[ It's kinda cute how she insults him when she's worried.... ]

Hn.. I got attacked from behind.

[Voice]

[fractured_white]

Care to give your location?

*Not that he isn't already on the streets looking for you.*

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[stagecontroller]

[ This feed will get a reply some minutes later for obvious reasons. ]

Close the Theater, Albedo. My apologizes for worrying you.

[ It took him all his strength to say that. ]

[Voice]

[fractured_white]

*He doesn't know whether to insist he's not worried or call the man a fool for getting hurt.*

I'll be disappointed in you if you're dead when I get there.

*You can hear his cape flapping behind him over the phone as he makes a bee line for the theater at top speed.*

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[stagecontroller]

Such tragedy would it be.

[ Jooookes everywhere. But he's there, at least looking a bit better now that his attempting to treat his wounds. ]

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[fractured_white]

*And as soon as Albedo sees him, he'll be summoning the White Rider and casting Dia.*

Got a little careless, William?

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[stagecontroller]

Ah, one cannot wonder in the dark streets so freely in these days.

[action] forgive me i had to

[devola]

[ ==> Be Devola.

Okay cool. You're now a red-haired songstress.

You've been roaming Prospero tonight, not because you heard the distress call (in a fit of absent-mindedness, you actually forgot your phone before you left the hotel) but because you felt that an attempt, futile as it might be, to keep the shadows numbers down was in the best interests of everyone.

Point in case: that small cluster of Shadows that seemed ready to preform a lynching. Though, they seemed to die far faster than Hama-spam would have accounted for... must be your imagination!

Speaking of your imagination, it seems to be rather active tonight. To the point of physical manifestation.

In an attempt to move onward, you appear to have tripped over an unconscious Caster-class ex-Servant whom you hadn't previously even noticed. Putting a hand to their neck, their pulse seems to be fine, better give them a light shake to see if you can wake them up...]

[==> Be a snag in the road William Shakespeare.]

[action] it's beautiful

[stagecontroller]

[ Okay, the light shake does wake him up and quickly assumes a sitting position. He gives a small smile. ]

Ah, please forgive my... current state, Madame.

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[devola]

[Oh. Oh he. Didn't realize he was just unconsciously treated like a common speed bump.

Splendid.]

All's forgiven. Though I'd be more worried about whatever put you in that state, myself. What happened here? Shadows?

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[stagecontroller]

One cannot turn its back to this dark nights so easily, you can say.

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[devola]

That's a poetic way of putting it.

[She casts a quick glance around: doesn't seem like there are any shadows in the area, yet.]

Might as well get you somewhere you can black out in peace. Can you stand up?

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[stagecontroller]

Indeed I can, Madam.

[ And here he is, standing up as well as he can. ]