[Maybe he should. Lucretia did say that he might want to consider heading back to the cart as back-up after finishing with the papers, after all.
As for the papers themselves: they're all blank now, as if nothing was ever written on them, and he's left with the uncomfortable feeling that something here is watching him.
On that last sift through the papers, however, he'll find himself unable to stand up or move at all. His dominant hand moves back toward the pen and picks it up again, and perhaps it feels a bit bizarre and out-of-body to watch from his perspective. He can still feel everything, after all; he simply has no say in what his arm is currently doing. His hand begins to write seemingly of its own accord, moving across multiple sheets of paper. In handwriting that isn't his own, the scrawl reads:
Do you ever wonder why death follows you?
...Though after that, almost as soon as it started, he'll be able to wrest control of his arm back and stand once more.]
[ It, in fact, does not. It is a sensation familiar to him, although not usually with so much lucidity -- but he's gone through this exact thing but way worse in his earlier CYOA.......... UNFORTUNATELY. So he goes stiff, but watches the pen write out what it does --
-- and breathes, when the control is returned to him. Not nearly as bad as before, but he does rush to get out the door now.
He knows. He knows, damn it -- he doesn't need that thing nagging at him about it, and he certainly doesn't need this place bothering him either. The thing with cross-eyes, the cause of his misery. If he can't exist, if he shouldn't exist -- then that guy shouldn't either.
That would be the happiest, a world where he doesn't exist.
[i still can't believe this im losing my mind. WELL.
Out he goes, back into the outdoors! For some reason, it's like hours have passed - or like the sun's ascent in the sky has sped up, somehow. As he goes back through the doors and into the sunlight, it looks like what you would expect from a midday sky, though no one acts as though anything is strange about that. For a few moments, the brightness sears his eyes sharply, and for just a few seconds, there's a ringing in his ears.
But the cart is where they'd left it should he turn to look, and the inspection appears to be continuing onward. Nikaido is leaning on her rifle while standing next to the horses, and she lifts a hand and waves at Aikawa once he's in view.
He may also notice that a few of the soldiers nearby seem to be keeping an eye on him. Definitely more than before.]
[Well first of all, there are indeed a couple of guys in here finishing up a tally. They're peering into the barrel with porcelain horses and making some notes. Soujirou is also still here kind of half tucked next to some barrels, though he'll scoot over to stand by Aikawa's leg once he enters the cart. Friendly face...
Oh yeah, and one barrel's lid is missing. A particularly large, Risu-sized barrel's lid! You know how it goes.]
[The soldier glances around, surveying all of the barrels. They're all here, save the ones that were thrown overboard! Risu's is just missing its lid.]
Are we? I heard you lost some cargo, but not, you know... [That cargo. The cargo for Tama. Tama's cargo.]
--Oh. The one back there? [The man gestures toward the lidless barrel.] That one was missing the lid since we got in here to look around. Why're you carrying an empty barrel around, anyway?
[SIR PLEASE HE'S JUST AN INNOCENT LAD he looks a little nervous at the snappiness. He's just sitting here wondering if they were transporting live animals to Tama or something holy shit.]
[HYELP. The guard looks a little sweaty, glancing down at Soujirou who just ducks behind Aikawa's leg, clinging to his pants and barely peeking out around the side.]
I was and they're lying! Another guy came in and went to look at the stuff back there. [THIS SOLDIER'S GONNA STOMP THIS CHILD HERE ON THE SPOT. Though after a pause, Soujirou add:] Um... But they really didn't go look at that one, though. I watched you guys leave, and then I heard a noise from over there, and when I looked back, the lid was gone...
[i.
well.
At around that time, a shrill scream sounds from outside, so maybe they want to check that out instead!]
[So much is happening SOUJIROU LOOKS VERY CONCERNED but he will answer promptly:]
Uh-- He was as tall as that guy! [POINTING to one of the soldiers who's about 5'10".] And he had black hair that was kinda short and choppy... And a real serious face. Oh - and he had these black lines, like this! [Drawing a line down and over one eye.] And really pretty eyes.
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As for the papers themselves: they're all blank now, as if nothing was ever written on them, and he's left with the uncomfortable feeling that something here is watching him.
On that last sift through the papers, however, he'll find himself unable to stand up or move at all. His dominant hand moves back toward the pen and picks it up again, and perhaps it feels a bit bizarre and out-of-body to watch from his perspective. He can still feel everything, after all; he simply has no say in what his arm is currently doing. His hand begins to write seemingly of its own accord, moving across multiple sheets of paper. In handwriting that isn't his own, the scrawl reads:
Do you ever wonder why death follows you?
...Though after that, almost as soon as it started, he'll be able to wrest control of his arm back and stand once more.]
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-- and breathes, when the control is returned to him. Not nearly as bad as before, but he does rush to get out the door now.
He knows. He knows, damn it -- he doesn't need that thing nagging at him about it, and he certainly doesn't need this place bothering him either. The thing with cross-eyes, the cause of his misery. If he can't exist, if he shouldn't exist -- then that guy shouldn't either.
That would be the happiest, a world where he doesn't exist.
He goes to open the door. ]
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Out he goes, back into the outdoors! For some reason, it's like hours have passed - or like the sun's ascent in the sky has sped up, somehow. As he goes back through the doors and into the sunlight, it looks like what you would expect from a midday sky, though no one acts as though anything is strange about that. For a few moments, the brightness sears his eyes sharply, and for just a few seconds, there's a ringing in his ears.
But the cart is where they'd left it should he turn to look, and the inspection appears to be continuing onward. Nikaido is leaning on her rifle while standing next to the horses, and she lifts a hand and waves at Aikawa once he's in view.
He may also notice that a few of the soldiers nearby seem to be keeping an eye on him. Definitely more than before.]
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Anything new happen?
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Nope, but the guys should be just about done. Wanna get in there and give them a hand with the last check?
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Oh yeah, and one barrel's lid is missing. A particularly large, Risu-sized barrel's lid! You know how it goes.]
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Hey, how's it going? Checking barrels?
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One of the soldiers tips his stupid little cone hat in Aikawa's direction, and he offers a smile even though he looks a little nervous.]
Yep - just about done in here. You finished up with the papers, right? Let's get you guys out of here stat.
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[The soldier glances around, surveying all of the barrels. They're all here, save the ones that were thrown overboard! Risu's is just missing its lid.]
Are we? I heard you lost some cargo, but not, you know... [That cargo. The cargo for Tama. Tama's cargo.]
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that's my bad. ]
...Lid. I'm tired. Barrel lid.
Where'd it go?
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--Oh. The one back there? [The man gestures toward the lidless barrel.] That one was missing the lid since we got in here to look around. Why're you carrying an empty barrel around, anyway?
[:3c]
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...I'm not.
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--There's nothing in this one, though...? Was something supposed to be in it?
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Who's passed through this carriage since our arrival?
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[SIR PLEASE HE'S JUST AN INNOCENT LAD he looks a little nervous at the snappiness. He's just sitting here wondering if they were transporting live animals to Tama or something holy shit.]
What was in there? Should we look for it...?
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I was and they're lying! Another guy came in and went to look at the stuff back there. [THIS SOLDIER'S GONNA STOMP THIS CHILD HERE ON THE SPOT. Though after a pause, Soujirou add:] Um... But they really didn't go look at that one, though. I watched you guys leave, and then I heard a noise from over there, and when I looked back, the lid was gone...
[i.
well.
At around that time, a shrill scream sounds from outside, so maybe they want to check that out instead!]
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A description of the other guy. Now.
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Uh-- He was as tall as that guy! [POINTING to one of the soldiers who's about 5'10".] And he had black hair that was kinda short and choppy... And a real serious face. Oh - and he had these black lines, like this! [Drawing a line down and over one eye.] And really pretty eyes.
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C'mon.
[ He doesn't trust their wee boy to be hanging around with these guys. LET'S GO. ]
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