62 | DAY SIX (morning)

So this is the other personality?

[ honestly she just figured he was in a bad mood. weird. ]

I'll go back to the apartment after this...but it's not as though any of us want to deal with the questions we'll get more than once. Ugh...what a pain this is.

I don't. ―Know.

[ he's in no position to argue with Ms. Elizabeth today, as often as they liked to exchange words. Bigby does his best not to just lose the feeling in his legs and fall over the woman altogether. as nice of a thought it would be to see him on top of her, he was definitely not looking his best and wasn't feeling it either. parts of him felt like they were numb, or at the very least, nerves so affected by the trauma that it gave him the impression he had lost feeling.

it was all very messy and confusing, really. but still, he manages a pained laugh at her comment. ]

Won't be shocked. If I die, you can have all of 'em. Just hope I'm around long enough to see you in one. [ that's the alcohol talking, as a bee tee double u. ] I apologized for a reason, didn't I? Tried to... hngh, disinfect the wounds. Hurt as much as you can imagine.

[ they were at her apartment fast enough and you better believe he sits himself onto the bed. in fact, he kind of just falls backwards, staring up at the ceiling and trying not to think about how nice it would be to just close his eyes and lose consciousness for a little bit. you know, pull a Leo. ]

What a fucking night.

[HE SURE IS DEAD.

Sakyou barely spares a look at the other two, considering he recognizes them from the terminal where they were playing the game the other day and he figures they wouldn't be sticking around if they mcmurdered Kei or wanted to ransack his place for sweet post-mortem treasures.

Anyway, hey body.]

...This is-- ...He wasn't in our room this morning, but...

[Give him a second, this is kind of a Shock.]

Alfendi. I don't care if you're feeling pissy or not. Shut the hell up.

[ NICE TO MEET YOU TOO. if Bigby was in any mind to pay attention to his and Alice's petty bickering, he would definitely want to find out what the hell crawled up their ass and made them so aggressive towards one another, Nice Alfendi or no.

he pats around his bloodied pants for the slim chance that his cigarettes were on him, taking the risk of causing even more tearing in his shoulder wound while doing so. of course he didn't have his cigarettes on him. they must have spilled out at some point during the confrontation. with a deep sigh, he uses his one good arm to rub at his temples, trying his hardest to get in control of himself. ]

Either way, at least... at least he decided to just go after me. Could have very well tried killing the entire apartment if he wanted.

[ is that him showing some appreciation that they were all okay? d'aww. ]

[Oh, the suspense!!! Well, it'll probably come up naturally. When Guy inevitably demands Bigby tell him what the hell happened]

I don't know, infection? Bleeding everywhere? Burning? Causing yourself more pain? I know there's not much available, but you can get medical supplies from the commissary. I have a first aid kit.

[Which he can use on Bigby....]

Tell that to yourself, moron.

[He snaps, but he doesn't seem all that angry about Bigby saying that - he just narrows his eyes, peeved. He's really not feeling well enough to exert enough energy to do anything else besides throw insults back.]

Odd though, that he chose a guy like you. Ha, you didn't paint some kind of target on your back, did you, Bigby?

[OH LOOK, HE CAN REMEMBER NAMES. He's just being irritable and forgetful for the other ones, he'll catch up eventually.]

Bigby! Keep your thoughts to yourself.

[ Because that comment was definitely not appropriate and she'll nudge him a bit rougher into bed for it. He did apologize, but he doesn't get a free pass on some comment like that? What the fuck? Her pure maiden heart. Elizabeth lets him soak up his pain and drunkenness as she goes to get the sewing kit and first aid. Setting those aside, Bigby will feel the mattress shift underneath him. Carefully, with one hand, Elizabeth begins to try to unbutton his shirt. ]

You didn't need to get yourself into a stupor, there - ... come to me quicker next time. [ But, she's failing. ] Can you get your shirt off? Help me, at least?

I need to see how badly you're injured before I get Shijima.

Yes, that is lucky...perhaps he was only permitted to kill one person, and opted for the perceived biggest threat? One has to wonder why they've only been killing once nightly, after all...they could simply slit all our throats and have done with it.

[ being that. they are all asleep. ]

...Again, sloppy work. If you must kill someone in their sleep, have the decency to do it so they die on the first stroke. Still, it's good he was sloppy...it'd be annoying if you were to die.

[ that's as close to aw she cares as she's getting re: it being good he lived i guess ]

What if ... ... what if Franziska was one of those special six other than the staff? Are they able to move around at night too?

[ Elizabeth stands up, carefully and sighs heavily. ]

Could have tried to get her down to finish the job - that woman seemed to put up a fight any chance she got.

[ Elizabeth says almost remorsefully. She'll be kind enough to treat her with respect. Alvin's off being vague hand gestures and it seems like they don't have any solid lead... so she'll just let the woman rest. ]

Unfortunately, most of the wounds I'm use to looking at are bullet wounds. ...On a living person.

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[ There doesn't seem to be any blood trail. Nice attempted weenie detectiving, Guy. Alvin won't find anything that looks like it could have been used as the weapon in his search, either. The blood seems localized to the area where Franziska is.

As for her knees and shoulders: they're bruised. It's possible that they were hit with the same object that was used on her head. ]

[ hey, body... but imagine if the body said hey back? like hey, sakyou! what a surprise. ]

I've already checked him for wounds, but the one to his throat seems to be his only injury.

[ what a way to die, though. either way, he'll give sakyou a silence as long as he needs, but he'll eventually prompt him again after that. ]

By the way, have you seen his sword?

Tell what to myself? You came to me expecting me to tal― never fucking mind.

[ Alfendi's always been a bit of a vulnerable, easily offended guy. but this version? oh my god, just find the sword and stab him again, this time aiming a little closer to his heart like what was probably intended. ]

Thanks, I guess? [ to Shijima, who has a horrible time showing some genuine relief at Bigby not having been killed. yet. ] They were going after kids for the most part... and I don't think I painted as big a target on me as someone like Elizabeth or the lawyer. No way of telling.

If she was, wouldn't Judy have said something? She did when Luke was voted out.

[listen, he's making an attempt.... you all need to appreciate his bravery here.]

[he can't exactly do anything but let Franziska rest, because dead women are even grosser than live women]

But there's no blood trail, or anything. It looks more like someone wildly hitting her, over and over again... like they were trying to bludgeon her to death. I can't think of another reason.

Why? Might not have much longer. Should just get it alllll out and in the open, right?

[ remember: slightly intoxicated here. nothing that will stick with him for more than another hour or two, but enough to impair his judgment and thought process. and considering he was hardly even capable of getting drunk back in Fabletown, it was a unique experience he was being subjected to right now. the room was virtually spinning, and he was really hoping he wasn't bleeding all over the young woman's nice little bed.

it's a good thing she didn't have all too many roommates, at least. the idea of her getting in the bed with him for any reason was probably indecent enough.

as she starts unbuttoning his shirt, he tries sitting up only to fail. miserably. with a loud groan at that, shoulder trembling before falling limp to the mattress once more. Bigby doesn't seem to know how to comprehend the idea of her undressing him, but... well, it could have been worse? ]

I can't even use one arm, Ms. Elizabeth. [ he is able to note that she's actually concerned for him, at least. how sweet. ] You're on your own. Just rip it off. Fuckin' useless to me now anyway.

[ RIP THE BUTTONS OFF, ELIZABETH. DO IT FOR THE VINE. ]

We could always ask her—who the hell knows if there's something Judy's holding back from us.

[alvin's not so sure that she was staff for that reason—and because she absolutely had a target on her back, as far as he's concerned.

either way?

well, he'll finally turn his attention back to guy and elizabeth properly instead of being vaguely alvin about things.]

Anyway, I'm not seeing anything here that would've been used to do the job. Up the creek without a paddle just like with the last two.

[all they've got to go on are her markings, it looks like. he'll peer at her body, getting a little closer to it finally just to look at the bruises, though he doesn't seem particularly bothered like guy is by being near a corpse.]

It seems like a hell of a lot of work for such a messy job, though.

You know what I meant.

[Ergh. He lets out a frustrated sigh - look, he isn't thinking right because of [SPOILERS] and ingesting fountain water....give him some slack.....]

What I find interesting is that they had to essentially use a hitman to take you out! Don't you feel honored? [He says, sarcastically.] Which means that perhaps the people who ran the show had enough strength to take out some weak kids and yet didn't have enough strength to take out a man like you, so they had to use someone else for the job.

[If the body said hi back we'd be in a different genre...

ANYWAY wow he wasn't even like, super close friends with Kei or anything, but... this is pretty upsetting. Kei was a good bean?? He was a good bean... And Sakyou doesn't remember enough about his past to be demon-prejudiced so he's mostly just sad and angry.]

I see... [What the heck kind of injury is that though damn, violence.]

—His sword should be with him. He never goes anywhere without it.

It's nothing to be sorry for.

[ there's also a simple shake of his head, since it's difficult to meet under normal circumstances in a setting like this. nonetheless, he'll certainly be looking to that somewhat normal conversation in the future — because despite his gruffness, bigby doesn't seem too bad. but he does understand how much he's being allowed, so he gives bigby a gracious smile, imbuing more politeness into his words than necessary. ultimately, it's better to be safe than sorry. ]

Of course. I won't waste your time.

[ and in those few seconds, he's going to... glean a whole lot of details, actually, because examining causes of injuries and death is something that dazai's pretty skilled at. he'll note that the injuries appear to have been caused at the same time as kei's injuries (which he looked into earlier), and that the two wounds on him look different. one of them appears to be caused by something messier, and the other one looks more like a cleaner cut. a deep hole?

there's a contemplative murmur, and then he comments. ] Whoever did this to you, it doesn't look as if they knew what they were doing.

Don't say that. Nothing's going to happen to you, alright?

[ He may be slightly tipsy from bad life choices, but he has more choices to make in the next few hours. Elizabeth would smack his face if he wasn't injured in an attempt to sober him up, but, she focuses on his shirt. He sits up and she nearly braces herself on her bad wrist to try and catch him.

Nope, he flops and she groans. ]

Ugh - fine.

[ And rip she does? It wasn't clean - it pops the buttons off dramatically and all but she's at least able to fumble and pull his sleeves off carefully. He's bare and she's... not sure how to feel about this?

What will she see on his wound? ]

Bigby... you could have - ... this is a lot of blood...

[ 62: the zombies among us

but at that, dazai makes a thoughtful hum, brow furrowing. ] Really? But we've searched him, and it's nowhere to be found.

[ anyway, gesturing towards kei's body, which ookurikara has wrapped in his red blanket belt thing. ]

Can you help us move him, then? I know that we shouldn't move bodies from the crime scene, but leaving him here, in front of this apartment... it isn't a good idea.

[ because some people like alice have no chill!!!! ]

[ this is pretty early for Steve, too, but Franziska being mysteriously absent from the room when everyone else woke up put the fear of the worst into his mind. A fear that, apparently, has been justified.

He's running up as Dazai leaves. ]

-- Hey! What's going on?! Is she...?

[MAYBE THAT WAS THE TRUE GENRE ALL ALONG...

Sakyou's frown deepens further when he hears that, though.]

I can do another search, but I don't believe it was in our room, at least... And if it wasn't there, Kei would have had it with him, without a doubt. [#swordsmen and all.

He also nods, solemn.]

Yes. ...Should we move him back to our room for now?

[ THIS IS NOT THE GENRE I SIGNED UP FOR...

but while he finds that suggestion brilliant, he also blinks in surprise — because it's almost too perfect of a solution, actually. ]

Is that okay with your roommates? I'm fine with it, but I mean... he's dead, and everything.

[ or... roommate, since that's all sakyou has left. also, his decaying corpse will probably become smelly?? since kei clearly doesn't shower. ]

[SURPRISE!!!! zombiemaggedon. In the meantime, Sakyou gives him a meaningful look.

Not really, but he does look kind of sad because he just realized this morning that Minatsuki is probably also dead?!]

There's only Ava and myself now, so... For the time being, I'm certain it would be fine.

[They're not going to keep him in there long term that'd just be gross.]

[ finally... the untouched room 3 has been touched with death. but steve will catch him at the right time, actually, and he stops in his tracks.

his expression looks somber, but not too upset, as he fills in the blanks that steve leaves behind. ]

...She's dead. Others are investigating right now, but I just wanted to see something for myself.

DAY SIX (morning)

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oh my god, i didnt see this, my bad.

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slides in here...hi

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