[ Ah. Well, that makes sense for the undead to say. He hears it so clearly, even if all that comes out of the comes out of the corpse's mouth is a crackling hiss, unformed words. Even if he couldn't hear it echoing in his hindmind, he'd still know what it was saying to him. He doesn't need this place to fill in the blanks. If anything, it's Joonghyuk's words that he misses altogether, on account of being a little occupied. He probably just gets the sound of a knocked over school chair in response.
He coughs out a few scratchy words as he yanks the blade free. ]
...I know. [ For what it's worth, he agrees. ] And I am sorry.
[ He clatters backwards into a desk as he scrounges for space, using it to leverage his next strike. This time, straight for that hateful eye. ]
when it seems they're full of something, he tries to sort of judge how heavy they are and maybe what might be in them... if they seem easily openable, he'll take a peek, but otherwise he just sets them aside to pry off the wooden board.]
[ Joonghyuk is unable to see anything that strictly looks like a school. As for warehouses, some of them might look kinda warehouse-y, but he gets the sense that wherever Dimitri and Emet-Selch are, theyâre currently unreachable. The streets look dead, more or less, though as he squints down, he can see that one street in particular seems to still have flickering street lamps. It looks like it might be one of these kinds of streets, as he can see short blips of lamps and stores, ish, through jutting roof pieces, but he canât see much from his current vantage point. Beyond that street, he sees the city open up into what perhaps looks like a graveyard.
Dimitri may stab the corpse once more, blinding out the eye that judges him so heavily. It falls backward, twitching, gurgling, but the whispers of blame donât stop. It promises to find you, it promises to remember him, and it promises him the same fate returned. We were friends. It doesnât seem the ideal sort of dead even with the eye stab, and though it writhes for the time being, bones cracking, room getting hot, it feels like itâll keep pursuing you.
Emet-Selch can test the crates as he pushes and pulls them around. He can open them, sure. Why he couldnât smell this beforehand is anyoneâs guess â maybe all the blood and the rot and black soot messed with his senses a little bit? But he finds a bunch of skulls in the box. Notably, there is an opening either on top or on the back of every skull, the insides mostly empty aside from some viscera. The smell of antiseptic mixed with rot hits him like a tidal wave. Gross! ]
[ Ugh... He guesses it's better to stick with them, especially if he gets the sense he can't physically reach them. He will go down the stairs then, but this time heading down to the lower floor where the sound came from. ]
Focus.
[ IS THIS THE OBJECTIVE. Joonghyuk is really doing fine here, for now. ]
[ He doesn't know this person, he thinks. But he'd believe they were friends; what it says all feels true, spoken so directly to him that it raises the hairs on his neck. Part of him wants to take this body with him, to find a proper resting place, at least.
He nearly reaches for the corpse's hand, regardless of its rotting flesh, but tears his eyes away for now; at least he's got practice at ignoring these things. ]
...Joonghyuk? Emet-Selch? Are you still with me? I was attacked—be on your guard.
[ While the corpse is 'dead,' is there somewhere he can escape to? Is that noise around to follow? ]
[ YJH is doing fine, mentally speaking. Objective-wise, heâs finding his way. He can go downstairs sure. However, he may find himself feeling a little bit lightheaded when he returns back inside. The first floor, labeled with a chipping and fading â1Fâ appropriately in the stairwell, seems to be barred shut. No amount of banging or pushing the door, prying the boards will seem to allow him through there. However, he can proceed down to âB1Fâ, where he can feel⌠heat! Itâs very warm in front of the B1F doors, and he can see flickers of orange through the reflections. There seems to be an incinerator down there? And also the sound of low groaning.
Dimitri can escape back into the hallway, but heâll find that everything has twisted. Papers line the walls, pasted thick with blood, the atmosphere heavier than he recalls. More advertisements for the Blue Night, red text reading âTHE DEVILS ARE HEREâ. Knife gouges line the walls in cross-cross form, and he feels like the entire hallway is twisting, turning, spiraling. At the end of the hallway, he sees double doors â an exit. And he sees pleasantly flashing lights, the sound of festival music beyond.
Emet-Selch does away with the skulls. Probably the wise choice. He can slowly open the door, sure, and he sees⌠the streets of a rural town, it looks like. The âstreetâ is barely paved, more like a flattened sandy dirt road, small patches of grass, a house or shack visible but they seem barren, cheap, uneventful. No lights on inside. He does not see, nor does he feel any presence of people. Leaving the place, he feels he may lose contact with Dimitri and Joonghyuk for a while. ]
[ It's fine. He can speedrun and open the door to the incinerator room, sword still in his hand. He looks to the the direction of the groaning. Can he make out anything with the flames here? An outline?
[ Upon receiving Emet's message, he can't help a small shiver. ]
I... do not know that anyone here is alive.
[ He takes a glance to the blood and now-twisting windows, though he's mostly greeted with his own reflection, his head apparently lopped off above his shoulders.
It's all the more motivation for him to hurry along, going down the hallway towards the exit. He'll cautiously push the doors open as long as nothing's obstructing him. ]
[he pauses at the door, though, looking ahead before glancing back to the windows.]
I've located an exit, however. Should we lose contact, try to make your way outside, and I shall attempt to rendezvous with you elsewhere.
[with that said, off he goes to investigate this town! there are no lights, but is there any other sign of life here? anything seemingly out of place?]
[ The incinerator door opens without much fanfare nor resistance, though he will be hit with a blast of hot air right to the face and everything when he does so. It is hellishly hot in here. As for the sound, you tell me if itâs friend-shaped, because itâs a garbage bag. I canât / donât even need to meme this because youâre canon familiar now, it is coming from a garbage bag. Things just happen in this series.
It is tucked away in a corner as unceremoniously as normal garbage would be, amidst a pile of other garbage bags, except this one is moving, squirming, as if full of worms. The incinerator flames are behind you, the orange and white gleaming off of black, sticky surface. Whatever the noise is coming from, it seems very pained. WHOâS THEREâŚ? it speaks, like a dying gasp, desperate.
Dimitri can push open the doors â and outside, he sees... some kind of festival, accompanied by an announcing voice line (same as the screenshot). The lights twinkle pleasantly, and he can hear sounds of chatter, though nothing they say is clear. He can certainly go out and explore further, but like with Emet, he will have a feeling he can't rely on there being funny communication reflective windows.
[ Me, sweating? But also Joonghyuk is being forced to sweat. He walks over to the garbage bag, not cutting it open or opening it at all. He picks⌠It up I guess?
Or tries to pick it up with a hand, weighing how much flesh is probably in here. He knows Emet went outside or should he out of contact⌠Dimitri might still be here in spirit, but it doesnât stop him from choosing threats first. ]
Answer my questions or youâll suffer a more painful death than you are now.
[ Dimitri is here and slightly distracted from the crazy Blue Night Carnival right ahead of him because Joonghyuk is casually choosing violence.
...It probably deserves it? ]
There is some sort of festival outside.
[ Joonghyuk seems to have the situation under control, so he'll follow The Plan and go out towards the sparkling lights. One last, concerned message: ]
Mind yourself, Joonghyuk—I will endeavor to meet with you both quickly.
[ Apparently Joonghyuk will be fine, Dimitri, because he found a new... thing? To do? Which is to ratshake a garbage bag that might have some amount of flesh in it. It rattles around and whatever's in it like. Screams. In a mixture of pain but also, huge annoyance. FUCK YOU, YOU SHITTY SORCERER! JUST KILL ME! IT ALREADY HURTS ENOUGH, NOTHING YOU THREATEN COULD BE WORSE...!. Inb4 this is a challenge to him.
[ Joonghyuk hears the sound of whatever's in the bag attempting to spit spitefully. For obvious reasons, it doesn't work, but it seems to be the thought that counts, because he hears more mutterings that sound more or less like SHITTY SORCERER, I AIN'T GONNA TELL YOU NUTHIN'.... Lovely.
Meanwhile, the heat weighs heavy, dizzying, nauseating. It doesn't help when this incinerator is starting to smell like burned flesh. Going outside does seem like a good idea.
He can turn back, go up the stairs, and suddenly find the 1F door unbarred. Speedruns you but it pretty much opens up into a hallway, to which he can turn and find the exit leading out. ]
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Rooftop is clear.
[ Can he find.... A school in the distance? Or a warehouse? ]
But I feel if I left the hospital, I will be outside of contact range.
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He coughs out a few scratchy words as he yanks the blade free. ]
...I know. [ For what it's worth, he agrees. ] And I am sorry.
[ He clatters backwards into a desk as he scrounges for space, using it to leverage his next strike. This time, straight for that hateful eye. ]
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when it seems they're full of something, he tries to sort of judge how heavy they are and maybe what might be in them... if they seem easily openable, he'll take a peek, but otherwise he just sets them aside to pry off the wooden board.]
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Dimitri may stab the corpse once more, blinding out the eye that judges him so heavily. It falls backward, twitching, gurgling, but the whispers of blame donât stop. It promises to find you, it promises to remember him, and it promises him the same fate returned. We were
friends. It doesnât seem the ideal sort of dead even with the eye stab, and though it writhes for the time being, bones cracking, room getting hot, it feels like itâll keep pursuing you.Emet-Selch can test the crates as he pushes and pulls them around. He can open them, sure. Why he couldnât smell this beforehand is anyoneâs guess â maybe all the blood and the rot and black soot messed with his senses a little bit? But he finds a bunch of skulls in the box. Notably, there is an opening either on top or on the back of every skull, the insides mostly empty aside from some viscera. The smell of antiseptic mixed with rot hits him like a tidal wave. Gross! ]
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Focus.
[ IS THIS THE OBJECTIVE. Joonghyuk is really doing fine here, for now. ]
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He nearly reaches for the corpse's hand, regardless of its rotting flesh, but tears his eyes away for now; at least he's got practice at ignoring these things. ]
...Joonghyuk? Emet-Selch? Are you still with me? I was attacked—be on your guard.
[ While the corpse is 'dead,' is there somewhere he can escape to? Is that noise around to follow? ]
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[he closes his eyes briefly, then... sets these boxes of skulls aside. there's nothing to be done for it now, disgusting as it is.
he sets about opening the door, then, still cautious-- cracking it open as opposed to trying to fling the double doors wide.]
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Dimitri can escape back into the hallway, but heâll find that everything has twisted. Papers line the walls, pasted thick with blood, the atmosphere heavier than he recalls. More advertisements for the Blue Night, red text reading âTHE DEVILS ARE HEREâ. Knife gouges line the walls in cross-cross form, and he feels like the entire hallway is twisting, turning, spiraling. At the end of the hallway, he sees double doors â an exit. And he sees pleasantly flashing lights, the sound of festival music beyond.
Emet-Selch does away with the skulls. Probably the wise choice. He can slowly open the door, sure, and he sees⌠the streets of a rural town, it looks like. The âstreetâ is barely paved, more like a flattened sandy dirt road, small patches of grass, a house or shack visible but they seem barren, cheap, uneventful. No lights on inside. He does not see, nor does he feel any presence of people. Leaving the place, he feels he may lose contact with Dimitri and Joonghyuk for a while. ]
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A shape? Is it friend-shaped? ]
I may have found something or someone.
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I... do not know that anyone here is alive.
[ He takes a glance to the blood and now-twisting windows, though he's mostly greeted with his own reflection, his head apparently lopped off above his shoulders.
It's all the more motivation for him to hurry along, going down the hallway towards the exit. He'll cautiously push the doors open as long as nothing's obstructing him. ]
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[he pauses at the door, though, looking ahead before glancing back to the windows.]
I've located an exit, however. Should we lose contact, try to make your way outside, and I shall attempt to rendezvous with you elsewhere.
[with that said, off he goes to investigate this town! there are no lights, but is there any other sign of life here? anything seemingly out of place?]
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It is tucked away in a corner as unceremoniously as normal garbage would be, amidst a pile of other garbage bags, except this one is moving, squirming, as if full of worms. The incinerator flames are behind you, the orange and white gleaming off of black, sticky surface. Whatever the noise is coming from, it seems very pained. WHOâS THEREâŚ? it speaks, like a dying gasp, desperate.
Dimitri can push open the doors â and outside, he sees... some kind of festival, accompanied by an announcing voice line (same as the screenshot). The lights twinkle pleasantly, and he can hear sounds of chatter, though nothing they say is clear. He can certainly go out and explore further, but like with Emet, he will have a feeling he can't rely on there being funny communication reflective windows.
Emet-Selch can push his way out the warehouse for sure, and he will be able to get a better view of exactly where in the world he is.
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Or tries to pick it up with a hand, weighing how much flesh is probably in here. He knows Emet went outside or should he out of contact⌠Dimitri might still be here in spirit, but it doesnât stop him from choosing threats first. ]
Answer my questions or youâll suffer a more painful death than you are now.
[ Ratshakes bag. ]
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...It probably deserves it? ]
There is some sort of festival outside.
[ Joonghyuk seems to have the situation under control, so he'll follow The Plan and go out towards the sparkling lights. One last, concerned message: ]
Mind yourself, Joonghyuk—I will endeavor to meet with you both quickly.
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Dimitri can move on and see what all the hubbub is about. ]
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[ Shakes again, but⌠Hm. He guesses heâll drag this garbage bag with him because it talks and it might be helpful.
Can he leave? Is there another floor below this⌠Is there an exit? Nearby? ]
Tell me about the âBlue Night.â
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Meanwhile, the heat weighs heavy, dizzying, nauseating. It doesn't help when this incinerator is starting to smell like burned flesh. Going outside does seem like a good idea.
He can turn back, go up the stairs, and suddenly find the 1F door unbarred. Speedruns you but it pretty much opens up into a hallway, to which he can turn and find the exit leading out. ]
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Call me a sorcerer again and I will cut you with my sword.
[ He really is just bringing the garbage meat bag with him to meet the rest. This bag is their fourth. Light party commence. ]
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AWESOME MEATBAG
BITE ME. AND KISS MY ASS WHILE YOU'RE AT IT.
Anyway Yoo Joonghyuk may check out the city in full, exiting through the hospital doors. ]