[ so gods truly exist where she's from. the survival of the plant — her mere existence is on the shoulders of those who work in this facility she mentions. it's part of her job to get people killed so that the rest of the world continues to live in peace and she lives with it... how familiar it sounds when august remembers what she says and does in for her line of work here in the fog.
this is different from the games he's played. in the past it's a tournament, in the future there's no fear of death. this is a blood ritual to appease. in one point of view she's protecting the earth, but in the other she's a murderer.
august takes a drink from the thermos. ]
So nothing's changed at this point. Only the location and the style of rituals you do.
[ he shrugs it off before but now that he knows that she's done this before changes certain things in his mind. now, he doesn't forget that she wants to leave too. ]
How did you end up with such work? Reminds me of a cult, that.
R-Right. [A slight nod.] Yeah… That was more ritualistic sacrifice. This is just… a never-ending game with no real winner once you think about it. More like a constant food supply. [For who? She doesn’t mention. Just leaves it at that.]
I uh - [Why is talking about this so difficult??] I guess I was more… involved… at my last job. We had to make sure the subjects did what we needed them to. [She looks at him. Then feels utterly guilty.] I drugged people.
[Yay.
Although just talking about it makes her chest tighten and her heart feel like it’s going to explode, she does it. She mentions the barest of minimums. And in turn feels the slightest wave of relief wash over her once she does.]
I was young and I was stupid. [A soft chuckle.] The internship seemed so appealing when I was working on my degrees, you know? Everything was going to be paid if I finished the program.
[ "I drugged people." — the problems only grow and grow the more he listens to what she has to say. though it can't be helped when he understands that being young and stupid can lead to certain tragedies. like kit siang... but that was an accident. this is intentional despite the desperation. ]
And you couldn't leave after it was done? [ wait. ] Do you regret what you've done?
[ he doesn't forget when she says "constant food supply" — to who? ]
[Wendy wants a sip of tea because her throat feels so dry all of a sudden, but she doesn’t dare touch the thermos. Might accidentally brush against him, and he probably doesn’t want the contact right now. She feels a bit… weird staying so close to him. But the forest is dark and less-traveled and there’s no telling what could be lurking. She keeps her hands to herself, wraps her arms around her middle to occupy them.]
We couldn’t even if we wanted to. Wasn’t exactly a job you could walk away from. [A pause.] High turnover though. [Connect the dots…]
I don’t regret it - mostly. It was work that had to be done. Someone had to do it. And being responsible for the fate of humanity… It’s a lot. Important. [A person gets used to it after a while. But she doesn’t say that out loud.]
[ as a man who's grown up knowing a thing or two about shady business deals, he connects the dots rather easily as he lets out a silent ah. she couldn't leave even if she wanted to then... a terrible fate when one ends up in a cult, he presumes. now, part of him is proud that she makes sure the world is safe. the other part of him is terribly concerned on what she's done in the first place — and how she doesn't regret it. is he part of the plan too?
before he could say anything else, cold rain splatters on his head as it makes itself known to the two from its light beginning to its heavier middle point. a storm? immediately he tightens the thermos shut. ]
Come here. [ without hearing her yes or no however, august opens up his jacket and pulls her into it. no time to remove the auto loader when they need to find shelter now. ] I'll get back to you on that, but let's look for someplace dry for now.
[ where the hell are they in the first place? what august doesn't know is that he's headed in the right direction. ]
[Saved by the rain! At least - for a little while. He’s the attentive type. They’ll be back on the subject soon enough, much to her dismay.
He’s pulling her close and tucking her into his jacket, and she nearly stumbles from the surprise action. She falls into his side, warmth coming to her cheeks.] It’s okay you don’t have to- [Her words trail off to inaudible mumbles, shoulders hunching as she tries making herself small.]
Um - just keep heading along the trail. There’s bound to be something. [If map designs are good for anything it’s similarities.]
[ shoving the thermos into one of his larger coat pockets, august uses his now free hand and holds onto wendy's arm. a storm in a forest means a chance to be swept away if it gets too strong. doesn't help that he begins to hear the howling of wolves... the danger rises so long as they stay here, and lowers so long as they follow the path that she mentions. it's something. better than endless walks through the fog and ending up in a whole new realm.
he'll pull one of his guns out when his senses say the wolves are too close. for now, however, they persist through the cold rain and harsh winds. he almost thinks he should just carry the woman in his arms until he sees light up ahead.
a mansion with an open gate... once they pass it, he locks the gate so wild animals have no chance going inside. it's when they reach the porch that he tries opening the door, but it's locked. the jacket is removed from wendy's person.
with one mighty kick, august slams the doors open like thunder before he ushers her inside. ]
Bloody hell, haven't dealt with rain like that since I was still back home.
[ august runs a hand through his hair, squeezing water out of it. what follows is him shaking his hands and then trying to shake the rest off his coat. ]
[It’s really coming down - and fast. She keeps hunching over, shivering in no time. The rain’s so cold, soaking her to the bone wherever it can manage despite his coat covering up most of her.
She ends up clinging to his side as they run down the path, squinting in the downpour. No wolves as far as she can tell, but it’s difficult to hear above the blustery wind whipping through the trees that surround them.
She isn’t quite sure where they end up - just that it’s warm and dry inside. The door kick isn’t missed by her - how could it be? It’s so impressive. Like everything else about him.]
I knew I was right. [She’s always right. And now she’s beyond chilled. They weren’t out there very long but - ugh. Wendy’s the type of woman who gets cold easily. She lets out a sneeze - it’s small and sounds like a mouse more than anything else.
How embarrassing.]
All of these places have a guaranteed main building. You might not know what’s there exactly, but you’ll have an idea of what to look for. It’s really coming down out there… [She pulls her hair down, looping her tie around a wrist while she rambles. Then she’s wringing the water out the best she can, leaving her hair a bit on the wavy side as she lets it dry.
Forget about the fact that her shirt is nearly see-through thanks to the thorough soaking it received. Just don’t even notice it (impossible).]
A "guaranteed main building" ... interesting floor planning you have with these. Makes visiting these places more reliable I suppose.
[ it's the sneeze — she squeaks like a mouse — that finalizes his decision as he creates a fist with his right hand. from there, with a flick of his wrist, the sounds of metal and switches click as steam leaves the vents on his wrists. august rests it on the ground, removes his coat — hundreds of thousands of credits are now ruined due to water damage probably — flexes it so that most of the water is gone, and immediately moves to wrap it over wendy's cold form.
his cheeks warm up upon the sight of her which makes him cough for the briefest moment. be a gentleman, brinkman. ]
With a mansion like this I assume there should be some kind of fireplace... [ august pulls the coat together so that she can be bundled up. keep her from being sicker. ] We'll dry off at the first one we see.
[ now, because he can't help himself, august moves part of her messy hair to the side with the tip of his fingers before heading to the left door on the ground floor. it leads to what looks like a dining room and the sound of crackling wood. august doesn't know about the pool and smear of blood in front of the fireplace, and that it leads to the door beside it. ]
Mm. Keeping things as uniform as possible really helps in a pinch. [She's distracted by wringing her hair and shirt out - how is there so much excess water what the hell - doesn't realize there's a coat being draped over her shoulders. She stiffens up, bites back a noise of surprise, but chuckles softly with relief once she makes the connection.] Thank you. [She smiles at him, pulling the coat even tighter around herself once he makes sure she's nice and snug. So warm. Much better.]
I hope so.
[His fingers brush through her hair, and her gaze shifts upward to silently watch him. Nothing but smiles from her. She can't help it either.
She keeps close to him, only a few steps behind, taking in their surroundings along the way. Trying to rack her brain for anything she might know about this place. It seems familiar? But not entirely. Think, think. It must've been abandoned for a reason.]
[ despite their previous conversations, he's still appreciative of good cheer. the small smile he brings out isn't seen unless wendy decides to focus on his face entirely as he begins his walk towards the fireplace — all that's brought out of him is a soft heh. better for them, better to get wendy warm, and better as a start to get their footing in this new realm. it's certainly an old fashioned mansion — a place he would like if there was better technology to suit him, his money, and his massive armory. not to mention certain hidden compartments he custom requested.
by the time they reach the fireplace however, august stretches one hand out with his palm facing wendy; stop. ]
Wait a moment... [ he says as he leans down towards a puddle of red, and then towards the side door where red stains are. ] Even without touching it one can tell it's fresh blood.
[ back on his feet, he turns towards wendy as he pulls out the lady grey. ]
Hm? [She straightens up, grip tightening on the coat. She stops in her tracks, not daring to take another step.] We’re not?
[…Okay so maybe she wants to take a closer look. So she does approach specifically after being told not to. But she’s curious (as always) and is slow and careful about her steps (also as always). He has his gun out it’s totally fine. Nothing to worry about, right? There’s no one else here - at least close enough to notice. The storm is loud outside. That doesn’t help matters much.]
[ he nods to confirm that yes, someone else is here. if there's blood then it's a sign of danger to the both of them — august is going to keep her safe despite her scientific curiosity not heeding his words. hopefully it does later. ]
Stay here and let me handle what's behind the door.
[ an order as he heads towards the mystery. the door is unlocked and he finds himself in a quiet hallway, but he follows the trail to wet sounds and the crunching of... something. the results of his find, however, ends with a hail of bullets that wendy can't see unless she's there. a minute later he returns: still clean, and reloading his smg. ]
Found out what it is. [ the sound of his gun makes two clicks. ] Bloody zombies... so everyone fictional is simply reality here.
[Wendy stays put this time, her nerves getting the better of her. She’s not a fighter. Doesn’t know the first thing about it. More of a run-and-hider engaging only when extremely necessary.
She flinches when the first wave of gunfire pierces through the otherwise rather calm atmosphere of the place. He’s capable. It’s fine. But she’s still visibly relieved once he comes back.]
Of course zombies are real. What made you think they aren’t? [She’s so matter-of-fact about it. Miss Know-It-All. Get with the program, August.]
You destroyed the brain, right? [An amused little smile.] Or else we still have company.
More of I haven't encountered them yet. Felt like I was reading a book again. [ he lets his smg rest over his shoulder before he answers her second question. ] The brain, its muscles, and its bones. Shouldn't be able to get back on its feet anytime soon. Unless these particular ones come back even after being decimated... I know you're under a different department, but would you be able to recognize it if you see it?
[ and hope to god it doesn't regenerate. he has the bullets, but it would be nice if it stayed down. ]
Maybe? I can take a look. [She’s seen plenty of nightmare creatures in her time, both human and non. It’s worth a shot. Maybe the filing cabinet of knowledge inside her head will prove to be useful.]
Zombies are zombies regardless of what sub-class they fall into. As long as you destroy the brain you’re fine… Unless I’m missing some seriously important details.
[ there's a shrug of his shoulders as he leads wendy to the left of the hall they enter. there's a small space to rest with two chairs, a lamp hanging on the wall, and two bodies on the ground resting over a pool of blood. one of the bodies says S.T.A.R.S. on the shoulder. a man's head rests on the left, parted from his head. ]
The poor bastard was eaten alive from the looks of it. Signs of a struggle.
[No wait don’t stray too far. Wendy scampers to catch up with him and stay close, unable to stop her head from whipping around constantly while her eyes scan over every possible nook and cranny surrounding them.]
Oh. Special Tactics and Rescue Service. [There’s a familiarity there. She’s trying to keep her disgust in check. For someone who deals in death (basically), Wendy still doesn’t handle some things well. Like this. That sure is a severed head. Right there.]
Seems fresh. Definite signs of struggle. The zombie - do you think that was the only one here?
[ what august knows about zombies is that if one is there, there might be more around. perhaps the rest of the staff and residents were unfortunately infected is a thought, or this is a stray due to something in the water? should they feel peckish then they need to find canned or bottled supplies. already he doesn't trust the mansion's hidden potential and secrets. perhaps if he was alone he wouldn't be shy with looking for the source, but wendy is here and she need to be kept safe. ]
Best to find a room and barricade it. I can deal with whatever shows up, but I imagine we'll be safe that way. They're slow on their feet at least. [ and then he goes to the corner of the room and spots another door. ] How do you know of their team?
[‘Course there has to be more than one. Just her luck, right? She knows they tend to roam in packs. It’s inevitable thanks to their nature of spreading their… condition. She chooses not to say anything about his negativity, because he’s most likely correct. There are bound to be more of them around.]
Oh - some of them are in the rotation. I’ve read plenty about them and their world. Seems pretty bleak. Ex-military, special ops.
[ he's fought with ex-military and special ops in the games. he has the training to fight on equal footing with them. to see them decimated like this however... it makes him curious what kind of enemies he's going to be dealing with aside from the slow zombies. are there faster ones? are there other human beings out there? that august isn't sure of but it also means more people out of the binary in the fog, he assumes.
the door to the outside is locked. he'll break through it later — who knows if it's a protective barrier or jail. ]
You should go back. Keep yourself safe from this world. [ august pulls out the magazine of his smg and counts the bullets. all right, everything's in order as he places it back. ] We can speak later.
And I have no plans on letting you get hurt. [ ever, despite their unfinished argument. ever, because of what he's done before. ] I'm perfectly capable of dealing with the situation, but it would be safer for you to return for now.
[ this is the part where he begins to walk over towards the nearby door. august leans his head closer to the door — no sound. he tests the handle to see if it's locked. it isn't. he lets the door open up and it reveals a dark hallway. ]
You must go. Now. Surely you have a shortcut here that leads back...
[See her not moving? Because she isn’t. And she won’t. He’ll have to push her, force her to go.]
Not saying you aren’t capable. I just - I don’t even know where we are. Or what we’re truly stuck here with. You really think splitting up is a good idea?
[It’s not. It never is. She used to run those scenarios all the time. Force the kids to split. Divide and conquer for maximum suffering.
She’s shaking her head, muttering to herself, trying to keep herself together as she fishes her phone out and starts tapping.]
I’ll look. But you’re coming with me. Don’t even try saying no. [A brief glance up at him while he checks the door, her expression deadly serious. This is her putting her foot down.]
[ immediately he bites his tongue. this isn't the time to argue when all he wants her is to be safe. her work, he notices, tends to provide entrances and exits and safety because they're supposed to be immune to trials and what other shenanigans go on in the fog, right? so there should be one available wherever they are. the thought of no exit for employees doesn't come to mind as he looks back towards her.
in addition to that, he almost slips and raises his voice and he doesn't want to yell at her at all. august lets out a sigh. ]
I know your place of work is safe from all this nonsense. That's why I want you to go back.
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this is different from the games he's played. in the past it's a tournament, in the future there's no fear of death. this is a blood ritual to appease. in one point of view she's protecting the earth, but in the other she's a murderer.
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So nothing's changed at this point. Only the location and the style of rituals you do.
[ he shrugs it off before but now that he knows that she's done this before changes certain things in his mind. now, he doesn't forget that she wants to leave too. ]
How did you end up with such work? Reminds me of a cult, that.
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I uh - [Why is talking about this so difficult??] I guess I was more… involved… at my last job. We had to make sure the subjects did what we needed them to. [She looks at him. Then feels utterly guilty.] I drugged people.
[Yay.
Although just talking about it makes her chest tighten and her heart feel like it’s going to explode, she does it. She mentions the barest of minimums. And in turn feels the slightest wave of relief wash over her once she does.]
I was young and I was stupid. [A soft chuckle.] The internship seemed so appealing when I was working on my degrees, you know? Everything was going to be paid if I finished the program.
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And you couldn't leave after it was done? [ wait. ] Do you regret what you've done?
[ he doesn't forget when she says "constant food supply" — to who? ]
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We couldn’t even if we wanted to. Wasn’t exactly a job you could walk away from. [A pause.] High turnover though. [Connect the dots…]
I don’t regret it - mostly. It was work that had to be done. Someone had to do it. And being responsible for the fate of humanity… It’s a lot. Important. [A person gets used to it after a while. But she doesn’t say that out loud.]
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before he could say anything else, cold rain splatters on his head as it makes itself known to the two from its light beginning to its heavier middle point. a storm? immediately he tightens the thermos shut. ]
Come here. [ without hearing her yes or no however, august opens up his jacket and pulls her into it. no time to remove the auto loader when they need to find shelter now. ] I'll get back to you on that, but let's look for someplace dry for now.
[ where the hell are they in the first place? what august doesn't know is that he's headed in the right direction. ]
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He’s pulling her close and tucking her into his jacket, and she nearly stumbles from the surprise action. She falls into his side, warmth coming to her cheeks.] It’s okay you don’t have to- [Her words trail off to inaudible mumbles, shoulders hunching as she tries making herself small.]
Um - just keep heading along the trail. There’s bound to be something. [If map designs are good for anything it’s similarities.]
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he'll pull one of his guns out when his senses say the wolves are too close. for now, however, they persist through the cold rain and harsh winds. he almost thinks he should just carry the woman in his arms until he sees light up ahead.
a mansion with an open gate... once they pass it, he locks the gate so wild animals have no chance going inside. it's when they reach the porch that he tries opening the door, but it's locked. the jacket is removed from wendy's person.
with one mighty kick, august slams the doors open like thunder before he ushers her inside. ]
Bloody hell, haven't dealt with rain like that since I was still back home.
[ august runs a hand through his hair, squeezing water out of it. what follows is him shaking his hands and then trying to shake the rest off his coat. ]
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She ends up clinging to his side as they run down the path, squinting in the downpour. No wolves as far as she can tell, but it’s difficult to hear above the blustery wind whipping through the trees that surround them.
She isn’t quite sure where they end up - just that it’s warm and dry inside. The door kick isn’t missed by her - how could it be? It’s so impressive. Like everything else about him.]
I knew I was right. [She’s always right. And now she’s beyond chilled. They weren’t out there very long but - ugh. Wendy’s the type of woman who gets cold easily. She lets out a sneeze - it’s small and sounds like a mouse more than anything else.
How embarrassing.]
All of these places have a guaranteed main building. You might not know what’s there exactly, but you’ll have an idea of what to look for. It’s really coming down out there… [She pulls her hair down, looping her tie around a wrist while she rambles. Then she’s wringing the water out the best she can, leaving her hair a bit on the wavy side as she lets it dry.
Forget about the fact that her shirt is nearly see-through thanks to the thorough soaking it received. Just don’t even notice it (impossible).]
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[ it's the sneeze — she squeaks like a mouse — that finalizes his decision as he creates a fist with his right hand. from there, with a flick of his wrist, the sounds of metal and switches click as steam leaves the vents on his wrists. august rests it on the ground, removes his coat — hundreds of thousands of credits are now ruined due to water damage probably — flexes it so that most of the water is gone, and immediately moves to wrap it over wendy's cold form.
his cheeks warm up upon the sight of her which makes him cough for the briefest moment. be a gentleman, brinkman. ]
With a mansion like this I assume there should be some kind of fireplace... [ august pulls the coat together so that she can be bundled up. keep her from being sicker. ] We'll dry off at the first one we see.
[ now, because he can't help himself, august moves part of her messy hair to the side with the tip of his fingers before heading to the left door on the ground floor. it leads to what looks like a dining room and the sound of crackling wood. august doesn't know about the pool and smear of blood in front of the fireplace, and that it leads to the door beside it. ]
Ah, lucky us. There's one up ahead.
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I hope so.
[His fingers brush through her hair, and her gaze shifts upward to silently watch him. Nothing but smiles from her. She can't help it either.
She keeps close to him, only a few steps behind, taking in their surroundings along the way. Trying to rack her brain for anything she might know about this place. It seems familiar? But not entirely. Think, think. It must've been abandoned for a reason.]
You're good at this. A true professional.
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by the time they reach the fireplace however, august stretches one hand out with his palm facing wendy; stop. ]
Wait a moment... [ he says as he leans down towards a puddle of red, and then towards the side door where red stains are. ] Even without touching it one can tell it's fresh blood.
[ back on his feet, he turns towards wendy as he pulls out the lady grey. ]
We're not alone.
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[…Okay so maybe she wants to take a closer look. So she does approach specifically after being told not to. But she’s curious (as always) and is slow and careful about her steps (also as always). He has his gun out it’s totally fine. Nothing to worry about, right? There’s no one else here - at least close enough to notice. The storm is loud outside. That doesn’t help matters much.]
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Stay here and let me handle what's behind the door.
[ an order as he heads towards the mystery. the door is unlocked and he finds himself in a quiet hallway, but he follows the trail to wet sounds and the crunching of... something. the results of his find, however, ends with a hail of bullets that wendy can't see unless she's there. a minute later he returns: still clean, and reloading his smg. ]
Found out what it is. [ the sound of his gun makes two clicks. ] Bloody zombies... so everyone fictional is simply reality here.
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She flinches when the first wave of gunfire pierces through the otherwise rather calm atmosphere of the place. He’s capable. It’s fine. But she’s still visibly relieved once he comes back.]
Of course zombies are real. What made you think they aren’t? [She’s so matter-of-fact about it. Miss Know-It-All. Get with the program, August.]
You destroyed the brain, right? [An amused little smile.] Or else we still have company.
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[ and hope to god it doesn't regenerate. he has the bullets, but it would be nice if it stayed down. ]
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Zombies are zombies regardless of what sub-class they fall into. As long as you destroy the brain you’re fine… Unless I’m missing some seriously important details.
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The poor bastard was eaten alive from the looks of it. Signs of a struggle.
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Oh. Special Tactics and Rescue Service. [There’s a familiarity there. She’s trying to keep her disgust in check. For someone who deals in death (basically), Wendy still doesn’t handle some things well. Like this. That sure is a severed head. Right there.]
Seems fresh. Definite signs of struggle. The zombie - do you think that was the only one here?
[There’s no other door? That she can see. Hmm.]
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[ what august knows about zombies is that if one is there, there might be more around. perhaps the rest of the staff and residents were unfortunately infected is a thought, or this is a stray due to something in the water? should they feel peckish then they need to find canned or bottled supplies. already he doesn't trust the mansion's hidden potential and secrets. perhaps if he was alone he wouldn't be shy with looking for the source, but wendy is here and she need to be kept safe. ]
Best to find a room and barricade it. I can deal with whatever shows up, but I imagine we'll be safe that way. They're slow on their feet at least. [ and then he goes to the corner of the room and spots another door. ] How do you know of their team?
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[‘Course there has to be more than one. Just her luck, right? She knows they tend to roam in packs. It’s inevitable thanks to their nature of spreading their… condition. She chooses not to say anything about his negativity, because he’s most likely correct. There are bound to be more of them around.]
Oh - some of them are in the rotation. I’ve read plenty about them and their world. Seems pretty bleak. Ex-military, special ops.
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[ he's fought with ex-military and special ops in the games. he has the training to fight on equal footing with them. to see them decimated like this however... it makes him curious what kind of enemies he's going to be dealing with aside from the slow zombies. are there faster ones? are there other human beings out there? that august isn't sure of but it also means more people out of the binary in the fog, he assumes.
the door to the outside is locked. he'll break through it later — who knows if it's a protective barrier or jail. ]
You should go back. Keep yourself safe from this world. [ august pulls out the magazine of his smg and counts the bullets. all right, everything's in order as he places it back. ] We can speak later.
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[Wendy’s not quite sure what’s worse - being killed permanently or being killed and brought back, killed and brought back, over and over and over…
She blinks, shakes her head. Did she hear him correctly?]
What? No. I’m not going anywhere. [A frown.] We can speak later, but I’m not leaving you here. That’s absolutely out of the question.
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[ this is the part where he begins to walk over towards the nearby door. august leans his head closer to the door — no sound. he tests the handle to see if it's locked. it isn't. he lets the door open up and it reveals a dark hallway. ]
You must go. Now. Surely you have a shortcut here that leads back...
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[See her not moving? Because she isn’t. And she won’t. He’ll have to push her, force her to go.]
Not saying you aren’t capable. I just - I don’t even know where we are. Or what we’re truly stuck here with. You really think splitting up is a good idea?
[It’s not. It never is. She used to run those scenarios all the time. Force the kids to split. Divide and conquer for maximum suffering.
She’s shaking her head, muttering to herself, trying to keep herself together as she fishes her phone out and starts tapping.]
I’ll look. But you’re coming with me. Don’t even try saying no. [A brief glance up at him while he checks the door, her expression deadly serious. This is her putting her foot down.]
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[ immediately he bites his tongue. this isn't the time to argue when all he wants her is to be safe. her work, he notices, tends to provide entrances and exits and safety because they're supposed to be immune to trials and what other shenanigans go on in the fog, right? so there should be one available wherever they are. the thought of no exit for employees doesn't come to mind as he looks back towards her.
in addition to that, he almost slips and raises his voice and he doesn't want to yell at her at all. august lets out a sigh. ]
I know your place of work is safe from all this nonsense. That's why I want you to go back.
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warning lower the volume
what if i don’t tho
but ur ears??
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u sneak
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