4th ☆

[adropofjupiter]

[Phone]

[Marisa's not exactly sounding like herself today. In fact, she sounds a little freaked out though her voice is quiet.]

Um... What, uh... What happens when... ah. What happens when drones, um.... die?

[1125 Taylor (action)]

[Anyone passing by 1125 Taylor might notice the front door is half open and there sun reflects off of something

Comments

action; feel free to hit her with something

[lunardialled]

[Sakuya's out running some household errands when she happens to pass by 1125 Taylor. It's the sight of that red substance dripping down the door that catches her eye - especially since this is the only place in town that's having such a thing happen, at least to her knowledge. She's not squeamish about blood, not in the least, and call it morbid curiosity that compels her to set down her shopping bags in a neat pile on the sidewalk and approach slowly. She doesn't have a knife out just yet, but her right hand hovers over where she keeps them, ready to pull one out at a moment's notice.]

Action forever!

[adropofjupiter]

[When Sakuya gets close, she can see that the substance is indeed blood or a very realistic facsimile. There door shows a spray of it across the white paint and the floor has a pool. It's still fairly fresh, though there's no body in sight, but the blood goes into the house.

1. Push the door open more?
2. Leave well enough alone?
3. Call out?]

[lunardialled]

[The words 'leave well enough alone' are hardly in Sakuya's vocabulary, not right now. Instead, she approaches, touching a bit of that spray - definitely feels and smells like blood to her senses. She calls out - a simple 'Is everything all right?' and pushes the door open a bit, looking around.]

[adropofjupiter]

[There's no response to that call, though the pool of blood shows that something had been dragged through it - most likely the body of the one it belonged to. The amount of blood is far too much for someone to have lost and survived.

A bit farther inside is a dark shape laying on the floor, the blood trail leading to it. It's not going to take a genius to figure out what that is, though something seems very off about it. One can't quite put their finger on it right then.]

[ohmytenth]

...[He knew he had heard that voice before. It's true, huh?]

They stay dead for a day. They'll be back tomorrow.

[adropofjupiter]

[It's true! too bad she doesn't know who you are.]

Oh. Do they... remember?

[ohmytenth]

They'll act like you didn't even do anything wrong.

What the hell did you do anyway?

[adropofjupiter]

I didn't do anything! I don't know what happened! All I did was shover her hand off my shoulder when she tried to stop me from leaving the house.

And then blood. So much blood...

[artwithknives]

They come back the next day. Did you kill one by accident?

[adropofjupiter]

I... I dunno what happened. [shaky voice]

[artwithknives]

Try not to worry too much about it, okay?

[adropofjupiter]

I didn't know they'd... they'd bleed like that. They don't seem...um, real.

[Someone's not sounding well.]

Phone

[nothing_is_grey]

They return no different than how they were before they died.

Why do you ask?

Phone

[adropofjupiter]

Oh.

[She doesn't want to talk to the Yama, but she's too freaked out NOT to talk to her.]

Um. She - it - um. Died.

Phone

[nothing_is_grey]

How did it die?

[If Marisa stops this time she would go and find her. Though her tone does soften.]

Phone

[adropofjupiter]

She - it - l-lost an arm. Lots of... um. Blood.

[It's so hard for her to disassociate that this drone was more of a thing right then than a person. Her 'mother' nonetheless with old, old memories popping back up.]

[wizardoftheweek]

Nothing of consequence. As said before, they're basically meat puppets.

[adropofjupiter]

P-Patchy... I... I didn't know they'd bleed so much.

[wizardoftheweek]

What? Did you get some on your clothes? -SHE'S LIVED WITH A VAMPIRE FOR AGES. THIS KIND OF THING... KINDA DOESN'T PHASE HER.-

[adropofjupiter]

It sprayed all over me. [but that's not the point]

...I don't know what happened, Patchy. Her arm just, like, suddenly ripped off.