Written (Hylian/Common), Open Commentlog [Backdated to Tuesday night]

[unamvirtus]

[It's a very, VERY poorly written post, and the contents may give away why.]

simba is dead.//

i cnan't movet him on my own. i need help.,

[And he will proceed to sit and wait beside the less than beautiful corpse, staring at the wall ahead where there's nothing bloody and horrible to see. He's not going to move for a long time

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[nothinglikegod]

...Where are you, kid?

[Wolfwood doesn't like the idea of Link sitting out there if there's a monster roaming the halls, killing passengers. God this like a wake up call or something. They've got to get this shit cleaned up and fast. There are children here for crying out loud!

He makes a mental note to talk to Vash about doing something later.]

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[unamvirtus]

[Oh. He stares down at his tablet for a few minutes, blinking furiously before he can discern what he's typing, but it's not entirely helpful anyways. He's not sure how to even express how grateful he is for what he can assume must be help, so he doesn't mention it. He can save it for later when he has more words, if he can bring himself to think about it.]

deck twelvwe. near 1235.

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[nothinglikegod]

Already on my way.

[He's a priest, he'll be willing to say a few words for your friend, Link. Don't worry, It'll be okay.]

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[unamvirtus]

[That will make him feel a little better, at least. For now, he just works on an effort to stop crying before Nicholas shows up. He's not entirely keen to the idea of embarrassing himself publicly, if he can help it-- which is apparently a negative, since his attempts aren't working out too well.

Eventually he just gives up and continues staring ahead, willing his eyes not to stray to the red he can still see in the corner of his vision. He feels too frozen to move facing away, and even doing so would be blinding himself from danger on one side, which he knows is a bad idea.]

[meinxxherz]

Link?

Link, do--d-do you still need help? I--I-I--I can be there in a second.

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[unamvirtus]

back aatm y room. it''s okay.

[A total lie, but Herz has enough to worry about.]

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[meinxxherz]

[Oh, right, Herz believes that.

Not.

There's an urgent knocking at Link's door a few minutes later. In one hand is a chocolate bar tucked next to one of Herz's notebooks.]

Link? Link, it--i-it's Herz.

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[unamvirtus]

[There's a long pause before he decides to open the door, and he only does so because he doesn't have it in him to leave Herz out there. He looks up, expressionless, but he has the distinct appearance of someone who's recently been crying heavily. His clothes still have blood on them.]