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 Posted: Wed Dec 11, 2013 1:03 am
Saya clenched the ring in her hand. She had effectively hidden the evidence from Dakota.. but what next? She twirled the ring on the desk, trying to organize her thoughts. Perhaps the answers could only be found in what was left.. Charlotte's room. Even if it was an empty room. Saya peeked at the music stand, hidden in her closet, lifting up the blankets to let the light shine on the mysterious phrase left behind. The same phrase etched in the ring.
She stared at it for a moment, refusing to let her thoughts fall on a certain guess. She quickly draped some blankets over it instead, clutching the ring in her palm.
Never let it be known that Saya was inept at the art of nonchalance. She looked around a little too much, as she headed down the hall to Charlotte's room. But it seemed mostly empty so it was safe for now. She looked highly tense, strung tightly like a piano of tight wires. She tried to take several deep breaths, heading down the hall with heightened speed. Her fingers clutched her teal scarf, digging into the fabric.
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Posted: Wed Dec 11, 2013 1:22 am
Ryan was running late. He had completely forgotten that today was his turn to play lookout at the lighthouse and so, he was napping, when a rather angry text woke him. Fortunately he was forgiven after an apologetic response to clear up the misunderstanding, but as a result he had to hastily gather his belongings and head over this very moment. Which he was about to do, disheveled hair and all--when he spotted Saya.
Now normally her appearance alone would have stopped him to at least say hello or something, but he was really running late so he really couldn't stop and chat this very moment. That was, up until another quick glance and he noted the visible tension in her body. Understandable, given the recent news about their division assistant's betrayal and given how close Saya had been to Charlotte, it didn't take a genius to figure out she was taking it pretty hard. However...
Ryan hung at the end of the hall, moving slightly out of view so that the female moon hunter wouldn't spot him.
Why was she headed to Charlotte's room? It wasn't like she would find anything to help her with the current situation or explain the moon assistant's betrayal. If anything, he would imagine it would only make it worse. That aside...
Ryan took another quick look at his phone, checking the time before giving out a quiet sigh.
He'd follow her for a little. Just to make sure she was okay. He was already running late anyways. A few more minutes wouldn't matter now.
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Posted: Wed Dec 11, 2013 1:27 am
Saya looked behind her, apparently missing Ryan as she walked further. She paused, a few doors before Charlotte's room before giving a furtive look once more. She held up the ring in front of her eyes, examining it, as if it was a monocle that would reveal the secrets. It revealed nothing but the small glint of silver would have Ryan questioning otherwise. It was normal, that Saya didn't wear jewelry often.
Her fingers slowly turned the doorknob, expecting it to be locked. Her eyes widened when she realized it still wasn't, letting the doorknob turn back into place as she looked around. Then, she opened the door and shut it behind her. Her figure stepped quickly into the room, abnormally agile.
The little click indicated the door was locked now. It was empty anyways, so it wasn't as if it mattered, right?
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Posted: Wed Dec 11, 2013 1:35 am
Question it he did. More out of curiosity than suspicion.
Did it belong to Charlotte or something? Why else would she be holding it in front of the moon assistant's door? And in such a strange way at that. Was she looking through it for something? Perhaps it was a runic item. Or maybe an artifact?
Either way, when Saya stepped inside, Ryan moved closer, pausing outside of Charlotte's dorm and leaning in close in close to listen. Just in time to hear the door's lock click into place, making Saya's actions a little more suspicious than he cared to admit.
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Posted: Thu Dec 12, 2013 12:15 am
Saya's phone would start buzzing, with a single text. Text from ??? A clue can only be found by the willing. Search north of the Lighthouse for your next sigil. Safety lies in being alone.
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Posted: Thu Dec 12, 2013 12:33 am
Being alone..? Saya stared at the text, scrutinizing it. It took several more moments before she realized that it meant.. she probably wasn't alone. She looked around, in confusion, shaking her head frantically. She was sure she was alone, wasn't she? A tiny stem of impatience drummed from within her, realizing that the text had been sent for a reason. To confirm that, Saya's hand instinctively held her skirt close to her body, body bending downwards to the floor. Her cheek resting against the cold hard ground, angling her viewpoint to a horizontal one. She squinted her eyes, to glance at the narrow rectangle opening under the doorway. Indeed, there was a pair of shadowy feet visible.
Indeed, time to go! Waving to the mysterious pair of feet, Saya bid a silent goodbye.
Minutes later, the window to Charlotte's room had been opened and a small blond hunter was climbing downwards from the second floor of the dorms. Nothing was left but silence.
She made sure to take all the routes behind the houses and bushes, weaving her way to the lighthouse to lose track of anyone. Saya was determined not to let anyone stand in her way, desperately hoping to see the mystery behind the mysterious note and music box she had received.
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Posted: Fri Dec 13, 2013 12:19 am
The path was quiet and the designated area quieter. On the sand was a very crude O, freshly drawn. Covering the O was a larger X. The sand was also uneven on the spot, slightly lumpy and freshly covered.
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Posted: Fri Dec 13, 2013 3:16 am
Once Saya reached the area, she looked around, expecting to see a person. But there was no person-- her shoulders and expectant expression deflated, blinking away the tears that threatened to well up once more. Silly-- of course, there was no one.
"Saya, I think we should stop--" Promptos' voice inside of her head tried to calm and deter the hunter. But she had already caught sight of the freshly drawn signal in the sand, slowly walking there, ignoring her weapon's warnings. An O..? An x..? If Charlotte was truly connected with the O hunters, then this could have been a clear hint. But there was an X on top, perhaps it meant, she struck them down? Of course, Charlotte had stood up until the very end! That's what Gale told her. Saya's fingers clasped together excitedly, a wobbly smile gathering on her tearful expression.
She started to slowly brush the uneven sand from the spot, with more cheerful spirits.
There was a good reason Saya was not in Death, especially since her logical and perceptive powers were quite something.
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Posted: Fri Dec 20, 2013 1:50 am
At first Saya's hands only brushed over grains of sand, nothing else.
And then something gold glinted, brighter than sand, in the spot. It looked like the edge of a small box or casket, a burnished gold, ornate and beautiful. There was nobody around, and technically Saya's expedition would be unnoticed by others. What was another Hunter at the beach after all, considering how common daily junk runs were.
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Posted: Fri Dec 20, 2013 1:55 am
Saya never lost hope that she would find something. Even though there was only sand at first, she was sure she would find something. Saya's fingers painfully hit the box, in her eager desperation to get to the source. She retracted her hand to briefly investigate her hand, noting several grainy scratches and cuts. But that didn't stop her from reaching into the sand to pull it upwards. She discovered she needed a little more digging though, engaging in moments of silence as she circled around the box. She uncovered sand from all sides, making one large hole in the beach.
She tentatively shook the box, in hopes of opening it.
"What a gorgeous box! *A*" She said aloud, to Prompto, who was mentally berating her.
She didn't pause to wonder what a box was doing here, admiring the ornate details. She stared at it for a few good seconds..
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Posted: Fri Dec 20, 2013 1:57 am
Inside however, was nothing beautiful, just something rather plain. A video recorder, sealed flat shut with black tape, leaving only the screen and one button exposed. It could only play whatever was inside.
The box itself was heavy, almost too heavy to carry around.
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Posted: Fri Dec 20, 2013 2:04 am
"...."
It was painful, the disappointment on Saya's face. She had gotten lost in the task somewhere in the middle, nearly expecting treasure. Her face and shoulders fell, as she lowered the angry box near her lap. She was expecting something wonderful, like a .. Like a... She wasn't sure what she was expecting.Then she thought about it.
...secret information?! Like .. more notes? From Charlotte?!
When she thought about this, she set the video recorder flat on the ground. Then, she realized the shoreline was really close. So she clutched the recorder to her chest and ran a few steps up from the shoreline. Pit, pat, pit, pat~ Then, her small frame was bent and huddled over it, her blond hair falling and trailing along the sand. She couldn't let anyone see it after all!
So she pressed the one button with a flourish, her other hand gripping the video recorder tightly. She was singing a little tune as she pressed it.
"lalalalaaaa~"
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Posted: Fri Dec 20, 2013 10:13 pm
The recording began to play on the tiny screen. The camera seemed to be situated on something, a tripod perhaps. It was hard to tell what was going on at first, the screen seemed almost grainy, before focusing-
- on the dark red splatters on the room. There was only one person inside though, but they were visibly shaking, scared.
"I hid. I hid and watched them," the man, covered in blood, was babbling, "they came, wearing - wearing white coats. Strange weapons. They killed everyone. Some people begged. Everyone died. Men, women. Children. They killed everyone in the town, all of us. I hid, I hid, but oh god I should have-"
The camera feed stopped.
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Posted: Sat Dec 21, 2013 1:55 am
Saya watched the feed in confusion, processing the words several moments later. White coats? Strange weapons? That was them-- She stared at the last image, of the shaken witness, burning the image of him into her mind. She tried to record, mentally, the details around the man but the footage was too grainy. Struggling with the reality of his words, she tried to press the reply button again, chest and mysterious note nearly forgotten.
She couldn't deal with the realization very well. It wasn't her but the hunters were killing normal people? Wasn't it supposed to have only been fear-based beings..?
"Charlotte.. were you trying to tell me.. something?"zoobey OMG WAT DID U DO TO THIS RP zoobey OMG WAT DID U DO TO THIS RP
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Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2014 11:59 pm
Saya's cell phone lit up. Text from Charlotte Hello Saya. Would you like to hear the truth? Text from Charlotte Hello Saya. Are you strong? Text from Charlotte Hello Saya. Are you really happy?
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