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graveyard part 4
 You wake up in an unfamiliar cabin. At first, it almost seems like you're in an entirely different place and that everything had been just a dream. The interior of the cabin looks nothing like the run-down, old-timey shacks that you had been living in before. Everything in here is sleek and modern, from the enormous flat-screen TV mounted on the wall to the fridge and mini-bars stocked with all your favorite foods. There aren't any individual rooms in here, just a common area large enough to house everyone comfortably, no matter how many more people join you...and there will be plenty more people joining you before the week is over. Because if you look outside the window, it quickly becomes clear that not only are you still in Prayer's Pass, but that you are no longer among the realm of the living. Judging from the tombstones directly outside, you're now in what had been the abandoned broken-down cabin in the graveyard. The cabin's not all that changed; the world outside has gone completely grey and everything you see appears to be faded and blurry. The only things that remain sharp and in color are what's inside the cabin, including your fellow ghosts. Occasionally, people who are still alive may enter, but it's clear that what they're seeing is completely different from what you're seeing. The door's unlocked; however, a mysterious force prevents you from stepping beyond the threshold, no matter how hard you may try. After all, this cabin is a cage for the dead - a gilded one, perhaps, but a cage nonetheless. On the flat-screen TV plays everything that is currently happening in the town. It will shut off once night starts...and something else will appear instead. |
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[Mondo winces a bit, but he allows Robin to hug him. He's not really sure he deserves the comfort though.]
It's my fault she died. If I had just trusted everyone else...!
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Owada, the only one to blame here is Critter. Not you. Not me. Not the wolves nor any of the prey.
Only Critter.
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...Thanks.
[He sounds a bit sullen though, glancing over at Robin. It's then that he notices something.]
Ah, hey, where's your armor?
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I gave it up to unlock the school. In order to help those living, we all had to give up something precious to us. For a warrior like myself... the armor that saved my life through time and again seemed the perfect choice.
[And it's now that she hesitates, but...]
Owada, Critter made it fairly clear it's likely we're all just going to disappear after this game. This is... unfair of me to ask, but Lithuania is not here because of what he did. Critter, if you didn't hear it, said it would bring Lithuania back if six people here gave up something precious of theirs.
But I've asked -- only people who haven't sacrificed something can surrender something.
...Poland cares deeply for Lithuania. And if these are our last moments... as unfair as it is, I have to ask if you would offer something where I can't.
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[But Mondo knows exactly what he's going to offer anyway. He sets the hot chocolate down and shrugs out of his jacket, folding it up neatly.]
I don't really have anything else to offer, but I can give this up.
[It is important to him, but if it stands between Lithuania and existing, then he'll gladly give it up. No one deserves to die.]
And if... if this is really it, after the game we'll all disappear... it won't matter, right?
[That thought terrifies him, but he tries his best not to show it.]
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[Robin looks at the coat curiously. She can tell, just from how he's handling it, that it's dear and precious to him.]
...Memories are fair game as well, Owada. I have no idea what Critter would take, only that it's dear.
[Sorry, Mondo... but Robin can see the terror in your eyes. She smiles gently, softly, placing her hands on his shoulders. Her own eyes... she's not bothering to hide her feelings on the matter.
She's not afraid. She doesn't want to disappear, but her look is one of quiet acceptance -- the inevitably of someone who death once almost claimed, and who knew could have been only a matter of time until death returned once more.
There's no words she can give to comfort him here. No promise of things getting better. But there is thing she can give to him, and with how Mondo's quietly accepted her affection until now, she hopes this will help.
And so, she's suddenly stepping by him, kissing his forehead lightly
(or at least the part she can reach without poking her eyes out on your hair)like an older sister... or a mother... might do to calm her troubled relation.]no subject
H-hey, knock it off! C'mon, I've got a reputation to uphold!
[But his protests are weak at best and despite the complaining, he does look pretty pleased. It's certainly enough to get him to calm down.]
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I can tell you more about Ylisse a little later, if you like.
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[That goes a long way toward getting him to relax! Good job, Robin!]
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For now, I think Poland has something to say. We should listen.