[ She's surprised, of course; eyes fluttering, bewilderment evident. One hand is balled into a fist and raised up, nearly launching forward to punch him straight in the face before she forces her body to stop.
(Sometime between Saturday evening and Sunday afternoon, Tsurumaru will make some origami toys for some very cute street kiddos. He'll also give Reze a seashell!!)
(I hate Tsurumaru because guess who was out all night and is going to come back to the room early, early in the morning. Sometimes you are cryptid and it just be like that.
When he returns, he's careful to not make too much noise. He's a good spirit. A polite one. His sword uncles raised him right. He doesn't want to wake up his room mate--)
[ Reze is awake before he gets there — has been. Exhausted, her body feeling the effects of not having enough blood; she looks as if all the energy has been drawn from her all at once.
She lifts her head, seeing him walk into the room, eyelids heavy. She’s sitting at the edge of the bed. ]
(He comes closer over towards the bed. He was definitely going to nap a bit before they feel compelled to go to execution but now that he has a closer look at Reze---)
You look like you could use some more rest. Did you sleep?
(Frowning. Did the events of the day keep her up?)
[ Tsuru is a familiar face she'd be delighted to see, if it wasn't for the fact that her fingers come across a shard. Her heart sinks, and what was just two pals standing on a bridge becomes the image of her memories spreading across the two of them.
Standing atop a hill, you're holding hands with a young man as the summer air surrounds you both. Stumbling, the music overwhelms the words being said, but at some point you can understand a very subtle, "No, I do like you! But..."
You sit in silence, dropping your hands, looking at your feet in dismay.
There's the sound of a crowd somewhere far away, a mention of fireworks, and as the world lights up with several colors you lean in to... kiss... the boy...
The fireworks continue to explode in pinks, green, blues --
And the boy stumbles back, falling onto the floor, opening his mouth and spilling blood to the floor. Tongue clearly having been bitten off, and with a foreign weight on your tongue. ]
(He smiles when he sees Reze, ready to greet her in turn when it feels like the world shifts under his feet.
There's a familiar taste in his mouth, one that he knows before he even sees the boy hit the ground. What he's unfamiliar with is the sensation of biting through flesh, and tasting someone else's blood in his mouth. He raises a hand to partially cover his mouth.
If the memory fades, Tsurumaru will still be smiling from behind his fingers, when Reze sees him again. As calm as ever, the picture of coolness.)
(From one of the empty houses of the graveyard, Reze will here a familiar--)
Reze-chan!
(And see a flash of white disappear inside. If she chooses to investigate (she should) she'll see
-- A closet(?) door, open slightly, a piece of blue fabric sticking out... -- A kitchen table with a faded checked tablecloth over it so you can't see uner it -- A large cardboard box, the top closed so no one can look inside.)
Week 0, Day 1
Wah!
(It's Tsurumaru and he's wrapped himself up in a sheet but has spread his arms out to look bigger and more surprising.)
Are you surprised?
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It's instinctive, forgive her. ]
I nearly hit you, mister.
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Hahaha! Nice, nice!
(That he was almost hit???)
What a good reaction. I'm glad. (He's still in the way so?? Good luck getting inside??) Now... How did you get in?
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The coin. [ She raises her hand briefly, the coin tucked between index and middle finger. ] That's how you got in, too, I'm assuming?
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Week 0, before Sunday afternoon
week 0, friday
He reaches into the sleeve of his robe and pulls out
a cookie.
It's a little crumbly but it's fine.)
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She'll take the cookie though, bringing it to her mouth
and then stops. ]
Did you pick this up from the floor? Poisoned? Dropped it in the toilet? Stale?
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(HE HUFFS? And puts his hands on his hips. With his robes, it makes him looks fluffier.)
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Anyway, Reze will nibble on it... cautiously. ]
Thanks... I forgot to eat thanks to everything that happened.
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looks up wow my predictions
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Week 0, Sunday morning
When he returns, he's careful to not make too much noise. He's a good spirit. A polite one. His sword uncles raised him right. He doesn't want to wake up his room mate--)
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She lifts her head, seeing him walk into the room, eyelids heavy. She’s sitting at the edge of the bed. ]
Morning.
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(He comes closer over towards the bed. He was definitely going to nap a bit
before they feel compelled to go to executionbut now that he has a closer look at Reze---)You look like you could use some more rest. Did you sleep?
(Frowning. Did the events of the day keep her up?)
I can stay with you until you wake up.
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I feel like... I'm running on fumes, but that's what I get trying to act normal.
[ She sighs, rubbing her eyes against her palms. ]
I dunno what to do...
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w2 ( tuesday )
Standing atop a hill, you're holding hands with a young man as the summer air surrounds you both. Stumbling, the music overwhelms the words being said, but at some point you can understand a very subtle, "No, I do like you! But..."
You sit in silence, dropping your hands, looking at your feet in dismay.
There's the sound of a crowd somewhere far away, a mention of fireworks, and as the world lights up with several colors you lean in to... kiss... the boy...
The fireworks continue to explode in pinks, green, blues --
And the boy stumbles back, falling onto the floor, opening his mouth and spilling blood to the floor. Tongue clearly having been bitten off, and with a foreign weight on your tongue. ]
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There's a familiar taste in his mouth, one that he knows before he even sees the boy hit the ground. What he's unfamiliar with is the sensation of biting through flesh, and tasting someone else's blood in his mouth. He raises a hand to partially cover his mouth.
If the memory fades, Tsurumaru will still be smiling from behind his fingers, when Reze sees him again. As calm as ever, the picture of coolness.)
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Um. [ Blinks. ] I'm a bad kisser... obviously.
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Surprisingly bad.
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2/3 i'm a liar
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Week 3, choose ur day
He has something in his other hand. He wants to give her something!!)
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She cants her head, coming over with a little pep to her step. ]
What’s up, Tsuru?
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(Anyway, when she gets close enough, he'll hand her a piece of paper folded like a diamond (like in step 7).)
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[ She's kidding, of course. With a smile she takes the folded paper, canting her head slightly. ]
What's this supposed to be? More origami?
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Week 7, pre-End Game!!
Reze-chan!
(And see a flash of white disappear inside. If she chooses to investigate (she should) she'll see
-- A closet(?) door, open slightly, a piece of blue fabric sticking out...
-- A kitchen table with a faded checked tablecloth over it so you can't see uner it
-- A large cardboard box, the top closed so no one can look inside.)
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She'll check under the table!? ]
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... A white paper crane.)
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And then bumps her head on the table standing up. Tch. ]
My heart is too weak for jumpscares, Tsuru!
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