lucetilocked | voice. [locked to residents]

[It's been almost two weeks since the mission, and Kotetsu's barely managed to hold himself together during that time; a royal mess, you'd say. But with the arrival of Kaede and the underlying truth that, eventually, it'd be brought up... He decides he'll put his two cents out there.]

... A while ago, me and a buncha' others went on a mission. It was s'pposed to be a pretty normal thing; I mean, routine stuff. But then, we were attacked... and things got a little fuzzy and crazier than it should've. [A pause, as he considers what to say. How to say it. Maybe he shoulda' picked out someone who was better at words or... hell, even wrote down what he was planning to say. As it is, he's sitting here with a few bullet points scribbled out, itching his head.]

From what everyone could tell, it was a band of dream shifters, like the kind people fought before. And that General Ass--... guy was in there, too. I met him in a dream, and he basically helped to get me out of it. Like he did for other people. It's pretty confusing, you know? That he'd help us out. But he told me... before everything got hard to keep track of, he told me that...

[He massages his temple, trying to remember the exact words.]

He said they wanted to offer us to the planet. Some--special hour, or something. That his people had a bigger plan for us. Said he'd kill me right where I was if it wasn't for everything else goin' on. Tch, he was basically just a confusing bastard. But what I could tell was that there were people like him--those third party fellas--that weren't on his side. Dream guys who wanted him to go down, because he was just as stuck as we were by the looks of it. Or else he'd just let us all die and be on his way, right?

And--! (shi-) [flipping over a paper, one sec] He said something about.... Shamans...? That things don't stay dead without 'em. He was looking for one while we were stuck there.

[There's a hushed silence. Sounding pretty uncool there Kaburagi. Try to at least sound like you know exactly what to include.]

I, uh, don't know what else I should add. It was all a pretty big blur, but I figured... the malnosso tried to get me to talk about it, but I figured it'd be better off here. The people who were there can also add some stuff here. Leave the line open for all the stuff they can--contribute? [is that a decent way of phrasing it] Or if anyone has any questions I'll try my best to answer 'em. I think this info is just as much yours as it is anyone there. The others probably got things more thought-out than me... so...

Alright.

[OKAY I'M GOOD

I'LL JUST

STOP HERE

because talking in length about this frustrating shit is too much]

((ooc: basically a free-for-all, especially for anyone who has anything to offer from the mission! I figured we could have this up even without everything threaded out, can add replies as we go? go for the stars, n' stuff. :|))

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Rude. I simply see things from a different side than the rest of you. That doesn't make me a "jerk." [Ugh, what a brutish word.

But more interesting is his description of how the Shaman kill people permanently. Cut them? Cut them with what...?]

Nasty affair, bleeding to death. [Hardly anyone knows how to do it artistically.]

...They cut them? And their death reunites them with the world... [She says that last part mostly to herself as she thinks, squinting at the journal.]

How unpleasant.

Unpleasant's a good word to use, sure.

[B^| jerk]

How the hell does something like that even work...

So glad you agree.

[Crybaby B'U ]

It would certainly fit with why this place is so completely wrong. Death is meant to be permanent. Whatever phenomenon that allows you to come back must be drawing energy or souls or something from the planet or the spirits.

Otherwise you would all come back like those wandering undead and that would be even more unpleasant.

[At least he can agree death is a permanent thing... Though, he's glad as hell it's not permanent right now. Nobody should be dying because of all the crazy shit going on around here... It's not very fair, y'know. He makes a grumbly noise at the mention of zombies—yeah no. Don't need undead things.]

But that doesn't fix the whole... bein' stuck in this world thing, does it? Figuring out how the shaman's work is good n' all, but we also need to figure out the way home...

Well, unless a truly permanent death is the only window out.

[Not that anyone could ever really check that, but it is an option.]

If the shaman can cut a person from the world's hold over death, who can say whether his power can be twisted to cut us free from its hold over us now?

[... oh.]

You think shamans would know stuff like that?

But they woulda' used it by now, wouldn't they?

Why not use it? Because they're loons, to be crude about it.

It's entirely possible they have no idea how to better use their abilities and pour all their crazy heart and soul into merely killing us as the easy option.

Loons is kinda a nice word for what they deserve, honestly...

A'right, so maybe they know how to do that sorta thing. Wouldn't the malnosso tell us that kinda' thing? Or I guess they're in the dark about it... or don't want us to know...

[WAIT. He hits his palm with the side of a fist.]

Then we just gotta somehow catch one!

[And he arrived right where she wanted him to be.]

Mmhm~ And should you need assistance with such a dangerous endeavour, perhaps it would be wise to take along one who cannot die?

I could be persuaded to assist, you know.

I'd rather get a bad tooth pulled, thanks.

[THERE ARE PLENTY OF OTHER PEOPLE I WOULD MUCH RATHER WORK WITH

The only thing that probably pisses you off is that nobody gets killed! Why would I wanna work with someone like that?]

You don't even seem like the team-player-guy type [shut up its a flawless descriptor], since you're all for people dyin'.

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Your choice, dear. I simply thought you could be open-minded enough to work even with those you despise for the greater good.

Ah well.

I don't despise you, I just think you're an ass.

[See, it's not rocket science.]

How would you catch one of 'em, anyway...?

[not that he's

curious

or anything

no ma'am]

Oh, as if that is any better.

If you're not interested in working with me, then why should I share my secrets with you? I may be more inclined to help the villagers here, but I'm not stupid.

How would I know if I wanted t'work with you if I don't know what you'd be helpful for?

[Or... something. Did he say that right, with the most impact? He's not really too sure. Whatever.]

If you can think of a way an immortal god of death could not be of help against those who can permanently kill you lot, pleeeeease let me know.

I wouldn't exactly call anyone that here...

How'm I supposed to know how you work, anyway?

You're talking to one. In fact, you even called me quite a few unsavoury names.

What do you think death gods do? Have tea and talk it out?

I kinda meant the immortal part. The wings kinda make it harder to be that way, doesn't it? [sigh] Talking it out would be the nicest thing I could think of...

[And one thing that'll never happen, he figures.]

I'll... think about the offer.

Ugh, please don't remind me. I do try to keep those out of the way as much as possible.

Do as you will. I'll hunt them on my own if necessary.

["hunt"

god, he hates that word.]

Yeah, yeah, you should probably remember as much as you can. It's good to remember you got a weakness. [At least, he's learned that much. Sorta. Still rushes into things without a single solitary plan, tho.]

Says the one who has issues with that himself.

[Grell shrugs. Oh well.]

Don't worry, darling, when I catch one, if you're nice, I'll let you in on the secrets I learn.

What's that s'pposed to mean....

[huff]

Fine. And if I hear anything, I'll let everyone know. Including you.

[because i am a hero and heroes give intel to all citizens

even if they're death-happy folk LIKE SOOOOME PEOPLE]

It means exactly as it sounds.

[Sigh]

But altruistic to the core, aren't we? Leaves the question as to your popularity well and fully answered.

[gurl don't you go usin' big words on me B|]

Don't care about popularity. Figuring out what's going on and how to get outta here is a lot more important, naa?

[she will beat sophistication into you]

And yet you won't work with me. Aah well.

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