Seventh Night: Way of the Dead

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[Action]

[Bodies have washed up again. Once more, Tatsuma has gone to the shore. However, this time he's standing with his head down in front of one particular corpse.

It's easily identifiable as a teenaged girl, probably in high school. If your character has a good memory of faces, she probably looks familiar.]

Fourth Feast: The food going to waste [Audio]

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All these bodies...this is disgusting.

[The only reason she doesn't say Yuck is because she's not familiar with the word.]

I'll be doubling my rounds at night from now on, so if anybody plans to be outside during the Dark Hour, let me know. I don't trust anybody outside us at the moment.

And another thing; I trust you all to remain alive from now on. It's seriously annoying to sit and wait for one of you to return, confused and hurting. Have a little more pride, people!

Two ♝ Afternoon ♝ [Text] ♝ Locked to Puellas

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[This very well might be in the middle of a boring class. Have at it, magical gurls.]

...people are dying!

shouldn't we do something? this is getting out of control.

you are all okay right? i'm even caring about you, Homura, we still need to sort out stuff.

♫2 - Dispossession

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[Audio; Mid-afternoon]
[There's no video, but the uncertain tone in Devola's voice would paint a fairly accurate picture of her expression for someone with a half-decent imagination.]

Another round of it, huh... I guess it goes without saying, but I'm gonna go ahead and say it anyway; with all the recent... stuff, noone should be going out alone. Not during the Dark Hour, at least. Buddy system, people. Call it a gut feeling, but anything else would be riskier than usual. I'd really rather not see any of you washing up, so to speak.


[Action; Late afternoon/early evening.]
[Anyone in the park with a keen ear might pick up an unnatural sound, light, twinkling and very much different from the natural noises in the park. Following it to the source is simple enough, despite the random off-and-on nature of the sound.

Devola sits at one of the park's tables, tinkering with a small pile of metal, to one side is the box said metal should be inside of, and to the other is a piece of paper she seems to be jotting notes down onto - or perhaps creating a diagram. Whatever the case, she seems rather engrossed in whatever it is she's working upon.

What better way to deal with a rash of unexplained deaths than to focus on something else, right?]