voice; un: lowell

[vibing]

cw: grief, talk of death, suicidal thoughts, language

[ The feed clicks on to ragged breathing, too close to the Omni ]

Who the hell killed Flynn? Some guy with a light sword. Give me names.

[ Yuri's voice is low and rough, somehow both heated and emotionless. His emotional state has been degrading since Flynn's omen led him to Flynn's corpse. He growls and there's rustling over the Omni ]

If you killed him, be at the Gate at midnight.

Comments

[notimeforfailure]

It is a warning.

[Lysithea responds quietly. Those who were new to Deerington and its horrors couldn't truly understand what was likely to come.]

I don't think they do. But I think their best interests involve our continued existence in this city.

And, er, perhaps don't actually physically watch him the whole time. I'm sure you can cover him with something appropriate. For dignity.

[She feels pretty certain that something unusual is going to happen to those who die here. What that is, she can't say.]

[vibing]

[ A warning, huh? He watches her for a second, then inclines his head in a short nod. ]

Yeah. Guess we should figure out their angle. Use it to keep as many of us alive as we can.

[ Well, maybe not all of them, if there are more Anakin Skywalkers out there. ]

I... yeah. I'm going to build a shelter, outside, so he isn't just rotting away in the living room. It's weird, he doesn't smell like a normal dead body. Smells... fishy.

[ Look, he's still really upset about this, but his practicality wins out, sometimes. It's easier to be overly practical than to dwell on the fact that that's his best friend in there ]

[notimeforfailure]

Indeed.

The goal of the previous dream was stated upfront. This time, it's hard to tell what they seek. Some have stated that they simply want to keep this city safe, and that we are here to act as its caretakers.

But I've a suspicious mind.

[It feels as if there must be more.]

I'm sorry this has befallen you so soon. And -- ah, I believe that might be because of the... squid... thing.

['squid.' 'thing.']

[vibing]

You got any theories?

[ He isn't really in the mood to listen to theories, and it shows in his tone, a bored drawl. He isn't trying to be rude, it's just that his best friend died. You know how it is. ]

...yeah. Probably. Man.

[ Yuri shakes his head. This is all so very weird. ]

Guess I better be grateful for it.

[notimeforfailure]

Who knows? It's only been a week or two. ...Harvesting our life force or something morbid like that.

[Sounds right for Deerington Pt 2. But Lysithea, for all that her younger self blithely ignored other people's feelings despite being aware of them, is not so obtuse that she can't pick up on his signals.]

I don't know about grateful, but... let's call it hope. You should try to get some rest yourself.

[vibing]

Yeah. Yeah, I need to...

[ Do something. Figure out what to do with Flynn.

He laughs humorlessly ]

Let's hope they aren't trying to suck us dry.

[ He watches this girl for a moment, then gives her a nod ]

Well, we'll see what happens.

[notimeforfailure]

[With a solemn nod of agreement, Lysithea bids the man a final farewell before ending the communication.

...She, too, would dearly like to know what happens next.]