#questioningcataclysmic

[hxpelessfate-blog]

-- @questioningcataclysmic

Ah.

Death was a strange thing indeed, they were still getting used to it. Betrayed by what was their permanent family, slaughtered by a coward’s decision. They still had that to cope with, along with being thrust into such an odd situation-- with the snakes and purgatory stuff...

But her?

Val looked dumbfounded, staring at what looked like a younger version of their best friend. Was it her? Or a cruel vision? 

They weren’t quite sure, not before running full speed to embrace her. There weren’t any thoughts, no real questions or second-guessing, sprouting on instinct.

“ Ellie-- Ellie you shouldn’t be here...! What are you doing here..!? ”

[edennohebi]

(ELLIE AGAIN) >Despair, obviously. And after that? Time to check the scene of Ian's body.

You check the area around Ian’s body. Though there isn’t much to be seen aside from the immense amount of blood that pools from his wound, you do manage to find SHORT BLACK HAIRS scattered along the ground.

What will you do next?

➤ CONTINUE SEARCHING THE AREA ?➤ SEARCH CLOSER TO THE BODY ?➤ EXAMINE THE BODY ?➤ SOMETHING ELSE.

[edennohebi]

From Ellie bc she's a sideblog: Ellie would like to further examine the note, checking to see if it's in Ian's handwriting or any other evidence of forgery that would be obvious to someone who's very familiar with his handwriting.

After examining with extreme scrutiny through the eyes of only someone who would know her dear friend’s writing by heart, you conclude that THE NOTE IS INDEED WRITTEN BY IAN’S HAND, and IT HAS NOT BEEN FORGED OR TAMPERED WITH. Whether this is good news or bad news is uncertain.

What will you do now?

➤ DESPAIR OVER THE LOSS OF ONE OF THE LAST GOOD THINGS IN THIS HELLHOLE ?➤ EXAMINE OTHER DETAILS ABOUT IAN’S DEATH ?➤ SEARCH ONE OF THE TWO AREAS ?➤ SOMETHING ELSE.

[odietamc-blog]

@questioningcataclysmic​

It seemed like there truly was no way out of this place, as they’d been told- and Korekiyo was hesitant to try any more exploring than they already had, riding the train down a few stops and looking about.

There was a woman standing there when Korekiyo passed around a corner.  Was she another one of the lost souls sent to inhabit this place, they wondered.  Perhaps Korekiyo could make some much needed allies, part of their mind thought.  Another part thought that second death would be preferable to talking to strangers here.

“The architecture in this place is certainly Japanese,” Korekiyo spoke softly, trying not to startle the other too much.