Our avatars are in a room together

-it's Viscera-

-though he starts playing it in a slightly more upbeat tone-

-alternating between the two tones with breath stops-

He grunts a hello.

How's it goin, Link? Take any heads lately?

He blinks.

What?

Ah, I'm just messin' with ya. -grins-

Had you goin' there, didn't I?

A little, yes.

His voice is dry.

So how's it goin?

Fine.

Yet his eyes are downcast.

Link, ya eyes look heavier than weights tied to the feet of dead men goin' swimming.

Liman is in the woods, heading back to where she thought Griffin's body was— entrenching shovel in hand.

edited 27th Mar '17 9:34:18 AM by f1r3lemon

-and don't you know, he's still-

-dead-

-and visible to the skin too-

"Whhhere you going?"

LIMAN LOOK OUT A BOURGEOISIE

Her eyes widen slightly, as she goes to sit beside it and sets the shovel down beside him. She smiled— her eyes drooping down slightly, cheeks flushed as she shakily placed a hand over his face.

"...Y-You know, I...never found out what you looked like."

And her heads jerked towards the BOURGEOISE, giving a short yelp before she squinted.

"...P-Performing a last rite. F-For...a family."

edited 27th Mar '17 9:38:01 AM by f1r3lemon

"...? ...??? ... Wh-what's... -looking at Dead Griffin now- ... what's wrong with him?"

-the bandages are loose enough where they can be pulled off-

-white hair, pale skin-

-his eyes were closed by Link-

-chiseled features, but still looking like he's on the young side of 30-

"...H-He...went to a better place now."

Liman said as she removed the bandages and placed them aside, placing a hand over his forehead.

"...N-Never...thought t-that...that this will be...h-how I knew you would l-look b-beneath...the invisibility."

"... I... is- is he..."

A friend of a friend was killed yesterday. Yet I feel nothing.

That's a sign of bein' dead inside.

You expect death, so when it happens it don't surprise you none.

-yeah he's pretty dead-

-not breathing-

-but hey at least he looks like a strong corpse-

Liman nods solemnly, her lips pursing as she shakily hovers the hand over his face.

"H-He's gone, m-ma'am. M-My...f-father....h-he's dead now.", she said as if she has said this before.

"The snow, the wind, the dirt—", she quietly chanted, her whole body now trembling.

"The stars flies in the night sky, shining brightly."

edited 27th Mar '17 9:49:53 AM by f1r3lemon

I talk not of surprise.

He looks out towards the forest.

I want to feel sad for them. But I cannot bring myself to be. That sense has been crushed; buried.

edited 27th Mar '17 9:53:53 AM by Boxen

"... -looks... incredibly shakened by this-"

-his jacket is pretty intact though-

-for being at the center of a grenade, he doesn't have missing limbs-

You see, that's still being dead inside.

Someone taught you that death don't matter a thing. And they're right. It doesn't. Your friend of a friend- he's probably waltzing into the afterlife right now. Hopefully they don't make 'im a Deadman Construct.

Her attention is wholly on Jack, continuing her chant as she pulled back her hands to her side, sitting and closing her eyes.

"[Our heart calls to us, towards the distant unrest...]"

"[And to this, our duty is simple, our duty first: you may fall, but we will go on. And on, we go and go—but yet, we will forever remember you.]"

"[...I will miss you.]", she thought as she finished, opening her eyes—which is now bloodshot, and droplets of tear forms to the sides of her eyes.

edited 27th Mar '17 10:00:09 AM by f1r3lemon

"... this... -looks away, covering her eyes, trying to keep ignorant-"