[ Nanaly's eyes widen as she hears what Susato called the boy, and combined with the rush of power she felt as soon as the bars of his cell disappeared... She guesses maybe that makes sense. And she stops in her tracks, because suddenly... she doesn't know if she can do this anymore.
The guilt of ignoring that girl is still creeping up on her, and this man approaching her with the axe in his hand now -- she has someone else's memory of him playing with those kids she saw flash through her head a few moments ago. They felt important for some reason, and it's not that hard to imagine this kid among them. Free instead of locked in a cell, or who knows what.
She needs that money, but...
Sholmes's voice rings hollowly in her ears; the words don't register at all. And it's only the bullet in her back that finally snaps her out of it.
Huh. Well, that fucking figures, doesn't it.
She turns to look back at him before she falls, with a bitter half-smile and a long, fiery glare.
Dokja somehow lucked out in rolling a 10 vs the 9, so he will only take a bullet to an arm, then the one sent to his chest hits his opposite shoulder. At first, he seems confused, like he isn't sure who to go after. In the end, I rnged and it's Sholmes off a coinflip since Nanaly is down. Dark eyes lock on, no light in them at all. He bites back a groan, but grips onto his sword—Unbreakable Faith. The blade glows a bright light as a white flame swirls around it.
Whatever invisible strings are pulled, making Dokja run towards Sholmes to swing his sword into a swift arc (an 18, i will make it a 14 because of the gas) as best as he can despite blood flowing out. Something ink-like also trickles... Letters, words float in the air before cascading onto the ground alongside blood, gushing more because the force behind the swing is worsening his wounds.
The letters spell:
K im Dokj a looked a t th e Gr ea t Det ect ive, sm i ling, " So l ong a s p eo ple exis t, s om eone is bou n d to wr ite infor mat i on th at is i mp ort an t of thi s worl d d ow n ."
Herlock Sholmes i s a stra nge but qu aint man, Ki m Dok ja tho ught.
The edge is scalding as it comes down. There also seems to be a sound coming from the stairs... They're heavy footsteps. ]
[all of you will be able to feel this - the certainty that something isn't right. you are you. you have lived here your entire life, you grew up in this city, but these people? these prisoners. they mean something to you. or they did once. or they do now? it's hard to tell, it's hard to cope with two sets of memories in your head at once.
but you all have your goals, right? and you have to achieve them.
jurda stays pressed against the wall, even as susato is talking to him. he glances at her, his feeble angel wings trembling, broken and clipped. help me, he'd said. she's offering to help, but he's not sure if he can trust her. he's not sure if he can trust any of them, with the way they all just keep shooting each other.
but again - everything happens so much.
sholmes makes his way down the hallway. he lifts his gun, he shoots the prisoners - xie lian takes one to the chest, stumbling back. loni takes one to the arm, dropping his weapon momentarily before scrambling to pick it up again. and yujin takes one to the shoulder, a matching one to sholmes's shoulder wound, immediately lifting his hand up to try and keep the blood from spilling everywhere. these are real. they're real, living people, trapped, silent. none of them can say a word, none of them can control their movements, they're just - puppets. cogs, in a machine.
(but you don't have to be.)
BANG. a shot to the back, and nanaly drops. she gives sholmes a glare, just as dokja swipes at sholmes, with no mercy. it's a little overkill. sholmes will feel a sharp, icy-hot pain as the sword slices right through his wrist, severing his left hand. and really, before he can react to that, his heart explodes!
herlock sholmes is dead.
nanaly hits the floor with a thud. nanaly fletcher is dead.
and now it's just susato. it's just susato, surrounded by xie lian, loni, dokja, and yujin, all who turn to look at her, adjusting their weapons.
she'll feel a hand on her shoulder. jurda, with his broken wings, gives her a determined look.]
... You don't belong here. I will help you.
[and his eyes start to glow, as the prisoners (and those heavy footsteps) quickly start their advance on susato.
she can probably see the horror on all of their faces as they do.]
[It doesn't surprise her, when that man turns his gun on her.
After all, they all probably made the same calculation here. What's bigger, a reward or a reward split four ways? It would have been easier if they'd all died in the firefight upstairs while she made off with the treasure, but Jurda has complicated things, hasn't he? If he is a treasure, he must be quite powerful. And she doesn't have magic, or even a weapon. I'm just here for the money. And so is she, but there's one caveat. She needs that money for a way out, a way back to her family. But maybe a powerful magic user who trusts her could be a way out just as easily. So when she's looking down the barrel of a gun, she knows it isn't anything personal.
It does surprise her, when that man turns his gun on her, but it shouldn't, should it? It isn't personal, she knows, and that's the worst part. I keep wanting to trust you. I keep wanting to. When is she going to learn that lesson? Except, she never trusted this man, she didn't, she doesn't, so why does she feel so -
At lot happens at once. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees one man clutching his chest. She sees another, a terrible wound in his shoulder, and - ]
Father?
[No. That's the reason she's here. She's alone, she hasn't seen family in years. She has to get back to them somehow. She's alone, she's alone - except for her father, her wonderful, brilliant father. As long as he's there and loves her, she doesn't have to be alone ever again. So when, exactly, will this man stop trying to take him from her?]
You shot him - liar, liar!
[And then the swing of his sword, blood, and he drops. And somehow that isn't what she wanted, either. Jurda is by her side, and there are two Susatos mixed together. The one who needs a way out and wanted to use him, but also loathes the sight of another human being locked in a cage, treated as an object. And the one who felt only that kindness, only that desire to free him. The one who is reeling, as the great detective drops, as the other puppets turn on her.
Despite that Susato's slightly embarrassing tendency to shed tears easily, as often happens in situations of true urgency, a feeling of calm comes over her instead. It's that Susato who turns to Jurda, the hand on her shoulder, and gives a grim nod.]
Please, please get us out of here.
[But she won't leave it all to him. One Susato decided to pretend to be helpless, to draw the others into danger. The other Susato feels rather helpless, but won't allow it. She can't look at Xie Lian, or father, or that other person she doesn't know. She can't look at the expressions on their faces. So instead she darts, making use of this strange acrobatic feeling, the ease she's felt from birth to move her body only heightened, to the side of the sharpshooter, lying on the floor, dead. And she takes his gun, raises it, and shoots at the man with the sword, the man who just killed the great detective.]
[ Usually, Dokja is quick to act. His grip tightens around Unbreakable Faith’s handle and he runs straight to her, but his motor skills are failing him. Even when the “sharpshooter” is dead, he’s doing work from the grave. Blasted gas.
It makes it easier for her to shoot him, more difficult for him to dodge. Her bullet strikes true and leaves her with the last handful of “puppets” who seem too real. Blood and inky letters pool under this body with a story that finally has an ending.
The dragging footsteps from above descend the staircase and Yoo Joonghyuk makes an appearance with his gas mask still on, except he shares similar behavior with the other prisoners. There is a difference… He shouldn’t be alive with the visible injuries he sustained before and after death. Blood and letters pour from his multiple wounds, telling of a time and story different from here, until only one word streams in repetition.
Survive.
A gun still rests in this walking corpse’s hand. ]
[It feels like everything is moving in slow motion. There's a sudden pain in his hand, and he looks down to realize there is no hand, just blood and then suddenly, it's like everything explodes with light and pain and a finality he can almost taste at the back of his throat.]
Father...
[His beloved father, who will take care of him, now? Yes, his father, waiting for him in the middle of the night, shivering, his father, his father, all for his...]
[Daughter? There's a brief image of a bright pink-haired girl crying, and the warmth he feels as he picks her up, rocks her to sleep, sings some terrible lullaby about great detectives and solving crimes. She closes her eyes, peaceful. She's his world. She always has been, since that fateful day ten years ago.]
[He falls. He glances back at the mustachioed man, and there's something...so desperate, about the way the remaining hand he has reaches out, as if to grasp him. To hold him. To keep him from leaving. He can't leave. He can't leave him again. It's been ten years, not again, not again, please-!]
[Susato is above him, now, and his hand drops, eyes fixed on her.]
[Of course, it isn't to be.]
[And there, the great detective dies. He doesn't witness the rest. He can't. It's all over. This was his last dance. Sharpshooter? Detective? Does it really matter? Is there anything beyond those titles...?]
[Is there anything beyond the man on stage?]
[...]
[Suddenly, his body rises, jerking, a puppet cut from a string. He's no longer in control. He's throwing himself forward after Susato, but at this rate, he might fully collide with YJH instead.]
[ Loni knows who it is beneath that unfamiliar facade. Nanaly falls, and he should feel something. He should be ready to slam that cowardly bastard who shot her in the back down into the floor again as soon as he starts to rise to his feet again.
But he's not the one in control right now, and instead he's driven by whatever unseen forces are at work to strike out at the one person left alive — though if anyone else should get in the way, a little collateral damage isn't a problem.
His axe swings up and down in almost a dozen slashes as he blindly pushes forward, made quicker and stronger by a bit of elemental magic that manipulates the air around him to act as a tailwind.
[there's a silence in the hallway, after susato tells jurda to get them out. a silence too loud, too present.
and then it's broken, as sholmes judders back up to stand, as yjh appears at the bottom of the stairs, silent and grim, as loni - well, uh, fails. he tries.
jurda says:] Hold them off! Give me a minute!
[and then goes silent as he concentrates, as the glow in his eyes spreads to the rest of him, bit by bit. behind him, the wall starts to crumble. there's a rumble, and a sloshing sound, a building rush of water.
loni's punch hits kim dokja - it does... one point of damage.
xie lian slowly straightens, but it's not - natural. he looks like he's in pain, like he can't quite stand on his own but something is forcing him to. his sword comes up, and he moves towards susato, swinging. there's that horror on his face again, and susato will hear it again - help me!
but some things can't be helped. he swings once, twice, across susato's torso, aims for a stab, and the wounds he leaves behind will sting, burn in an agonizing way, and he's going to try and finish the job, but as his arm lifts, a sword pierces neatly through xie lian's throat.
xie lian gasps. chokes, on the blood, and collapses. behind him stands yujin, bleeding freely from the shoulder, struggling. fighting the compulsion, fighting the device. his eyes flick from susato to sholmes, as sholmes stands, and with an agonized look on his face, yujin throws himself into sholmes, trying to knock him away.
and - this is just for nanaly, from where she lies dead on the floor.
a voice cries out to her consciousness. somewhere - she's dead, but she can hear it. she can hear a little girl, crying. why didn't you come back for me?
a flash - of purple, and then something entirely different, a younger boy, with pink hair to match, a boy she knows, that she has always known. a boy lost to her, someone she couldn't save. he collapses, sobbing messily: come back for me! why didn't you come back for me?
the device on nanly's ankle activates, and then flickers out entirely.
[Susato tries to dance out of the way as Xie Lian comes near her. She's light on her feet, but not light enough; even with her swift, acrobatic movements matched with the martial arts training she's beginning to remember she has, eventually she steps wrong and the sword slashes across her. She swallows a scream, because she has to focus. She raises her gun towards Xie Lian, but she can't quite bring herself to pull the trigger in time. Her hand is shaking as he lifts his arm to strike her down.]
Please - !
[Oh.
It's hard to feel as though these people are truly real. Not when she can't piece out what's real and what isn't herself. But seeing the beautiful blade Karuma in her father's hands, piercing through her friend's throat, is not an image that will leave her for a long time. He's fighting it, father is fighting it, so that means the others. . . that means. . .
Her hands shake slightly on the gun she's holding, glancing from her father to Sholmes, and then, gritting her teeth, shoves down those feelings that belong to a different girl. She fires a shot at the detective, but her hand is shaking too badly and it is likely to go wide. she then swivels, takes aim at Yoo Joonghyuk, and fires again, and this time her aim is far more accurate.]
[ FATE HATES JOONGHYUK, but fortunately his zombie self moves fast enough to avoid getting another headshot (17). The bullet cracks his gasmask around the eye, off course, but the bullet stays lodged in the mask's inner shell. How fortunate the dead can't feel pain, so the gash goes without a reaction. The residual gas flits in, working on slowing his movements. There's still time to act before it takes him. He turns to Susato and tries to make his way to her, maybe even shoot, but Sholmes gets in the way with his revival dance (3). These men collide and Joonghyuk has to focus on SHOVING Sholmes (and Yujin) ASIDE with little delicacy and care.
Dokja is still on the floor, kind of accepting his fate with a wry smile even if he grips onto his sword and tries to rise back up. He laughs once and looks around, then squints when Loni bonks him. Everything is such a mess.
[The bullet grazes the side of his head - and even as the wound starts bleeding, Sholmes doesn't stop. His body presses forward, and then suddenly there's Yujin, forcing him back. How funny. If he was conscious, he might make a crack that this is not the dance he expected to have.]
[His hands are moving to shove the man back, uncaring of who he is, and what he is. His bleeding stump of his left arm stains the front of the other's clothing a deep red. The body moves on its own. And then, YJH, the savior, forces them aside, and Sholmes collapses as he pulls Yujin after him.]
the hallway is rumbling in earnest now, the sound of water rising behind the wall that susato and jurda are standing in front of. xie lian is crumpled on the ground with his hands at his throat, choking on blood, twitching. sholmes and yujin have been thrown to the side, yujin doing his best despite the device to hold onto sholmes, keep him down. it's getting harder - he's losing blood fast.
dokja stands, unsteadily. pauses, and then without a second thought, swings his arm out and slices loni's head off his shoulders. loni falls to the floor in two pieces. he looks up, looks at susato with her trembling hands, at yjh trying to shoot - the gun goes off, and the bullet ricochets across the stone wall, lodging itself into dokja's spine. he stiffens, eyes wide.
survive, survive, survive, the ink spells, spilling from the wound, and then: end it. end it. end it.
dokja lifts his sword and brings it down in a swift jab, stabbing himself in the stomach. the sword pierces all the way through, and dokja drops to the ground, gurgling.
and then, jurda grabs susato's arm, and shouts:] Hold on!
[and the room explodes. water bursts through the crumbling wall and floods the hallway, knocking the bodies of everybody but susato and jurda down the hallway, drowning them, pushing them far, far away. there's a flash of gold light, and jurda and susato vanish. after a moment, sholmes, yjh, and nanaly all do as well.
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The guilt of ignoring that girl is still creeping up on her, and this man approaching her with the axe in his hand now -- she has someone else's memory of him playing with those kids she saw flash through her head a few moments ago. They felt important for some reason, and it's not that hard to imagine this kid among them. Free instead of locked in a cell, or who knows what.
She needs that money, but...
Sholmes's voice rings hollowly in her ears; the words don't register at all. And it's only the bullet in her back that finally snaps her out of it.
Huh. Well, that fucking figures, doesn't it.
She turns to look back at him before she falls, with a bitter half-smile and a long, fiery glare.
Mmm, whatcha say. ]
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Dokja somehow lucked out in rolling a 10 vs the 9, so he will only take a bullet to an arm, then the one sent to his chest hits his opposite shoulder. At first, he seems confused, like he isn't sure who to go after. In the end, I rnged and it's Sholmes off a coinflip since Nanaly is down. Dark eyes lock on, no light in them at all. He bites back a groan, but grips onto his sword—Unbreakable Faith. The blade glows a bright light as a white flame swirls around it.
Whatever invisible strings are pulled, making Dokja run towards Sholmes to swing his sword into a swift arc (an 18, i will make it a 14 because of the gas) as best as he can despite blood flowing out. Something ink-like also trickles... Letters, words float in the air before cascading onto the ground alongside blood, gushing more because the force behind the swing is worsening his wounds.
The letters spell:The edge is scalding as it comes down. There also seems to be a sound coming from the stairs... They're heavy footsteps. ]
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but you all have your goals, right? and you have to achieve them.
jurda stays pressed against the wall, even as susato is talking to him. he glances at her, his feeble angel wings trembling, broken and clipped. help me, he'd said. she's offering to help, but he's not sure if he can trust her. he's not sure if he can trust any of them, with the way they all just keep shooting each other.
but again - everything happens so much.
sholmes makes his way down the hallway. he lifts his gun, he shoots the prisoners - xie lian takes one to the chest, stumbling back. loni takes one to the arm, dropping his weapon momentarily before scrambling to pick it up again. and yujin takes one to the shoulder, a matching one to sholmes's shoulder wound, immediately lifting his hand up to try and keep the blood from spilling everywhere. these are real. they're real, living people, trapped, silent. none of them can say a word, none of them can control their movements, they're just - puppets. cogs, in a machine.
(but you don't have to be.)
BANG. a shot to the back, and nanaly drops. she gives sholmes a glare, just as dokja swipes at sholmes, with no mercy. it's a little overkill. sholmes will feel a sharp, icy-hot pain as the sword slices right through his wrist, severing his left hand. and really, before he can react to that, his heart explodes!
herlock sholmes is dead.
nanaly hits the floor with a thud. nanaly fletcher is dead.
and now it's just susato. it's just susato, surrounded by xie lian, loni, dokja, and yujin, all who turn to look at her, adjusting their weapons.
she'll feel a hand on her shoulder. jurda, with his broken wings, gives her a determined look.]
... You don't belong here. I will help you.
[and his eyes start to glow, as the prisoners (and those heavy footsteps) quickly start their advance on susato.
she can probably see the horror on all of their faces as they do.]
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After all, they all probably made the same calculation here. What's bigger, a reward or a reward split four ways? It would have been easier if they'd all died in the firefight upstairs while she made off with the treasure, but Jurda has complicated things, hasn't he? If he is a treasure, he must be quite powerful. And she doesn't have magic, or even a weapon. I'm just here for the money. And so is she, but there's one caveat. She needs that money for a way out, a way back to her family. But maybe a powerful magic user who trusts her could be a way out just as easily. So when she's looking down the barrel of a gun, she knows it isn't anything personal.
It does surprise her, when that man turns his gun on her, but it shouldn't, should it? It isn't personal, she knows, and that's the worst part. I keep wanting to trust you. I keep wanting to. When is she going to learn that lesson? Except, she never trusted this man, she didn't, she doesn't, so why does she feel so -
At lot happens at once. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees one man clutching his chest. She sees another, a terrible wound in his shoulder, and - ]
Father?
[No. That's the reason she's here. She's alone, she hasn't seen family in years. She has to get back to them somehow. She's alone, she's alone - except for her father, her wonderful, brilliant father. As long as he's there and loves her, she doesn't have to be alone ever again. So when, exactly, will this man stop trying to take him from her?]
You shot him - liar, liar!
[And then the swing of his sword, blood, and he drops. And somehow that isn't what she wanted, either. Jurda is by her side, and there are two Susatos mixed together. The one who needs a way out and wanted to use him, but also loathes the sight of another human being locked in a cage, treated as an object. And the one who felt only that kindness, only that desire to free him. The one who is reeling, as the great detective drops, as the other puppets turn on her.
Despite that Susato's slightly embarrassing tendency to shed tears easily, as often happens in situations of true urgency, a feeling of calm comes over her instead. It's that Susato who turns to Jurda, the hand on her shoulder, and gives a grim nod.]
Please, please get us out of here.
[But she won't leave it all to him. One Susato decided to pretend to be helpless, to draw the others into danger. The other Susato feels rather helpless, but won't allow it. She can't look at Xie Lian, or father, or that other person she doesn't know. She can't look at the expressions on their faces. So instead she darts, making use of this strange acrobatic feeling, the ease she's felt from birth to move her body only heightened, to the side of the sharpshooter, lying on the floor, dead. And she takes his gun, raises it, and shoots at the man with the sword, the man who just killed the great detective.]
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It makes it easier for her to shoot him, more difficult for him to dodge. Her bullet strikes true and leaves her with the last handful of “puppets” who seem too real. Blood and inky letters pool under this body with a story that finally has an ending.
The dragging footsteps from above descend the staircase and Yoo Joonghyuk makes an appearance with his gas mask still on, except he shares similar behavior with the other prisoners. There is a difference… He shouldn’t be alive with the visible injuries he sustained before and after death. Blood and letters pour from his multiple wounds, telling of a time and story different from here, until only one word streams in repetition.
Survive.
A gun still rests in this walking corpse’s hand. ]
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[Why...do those words sting...?]
[It feels like everything is moving in slow motion. There's a sudden pain in his hand, and he looks down to realize there is no hand, just blood and then suddenly, it's like everything explodes with light and pain and a finality he can almost taste at the back of his throat.]
Father...
[His beloved father, who will take care of him, now? Yes, his father, waiting for him in the middle of the night, shivering, his father, his father, all for his...]
[Daughter? There's a brief image of a bright pink-haired girl crying, and the warmth he feels as he picks her up, rocks her to sleep, sings some terrible lullaby about great detectives and solving crimes. She closes her eyes, peaceful. She's his world. She always has been, since that fateful day ten years ago.]
[He falls. He glances back at the mustachioed man, and there's something...so desperate, about the way the remaining hand he has reaches out, as if to grasp him. To hold him. To keep him from leaving. He can't leave. He can't leave him again. It's been ten years, not again, not again, please-!]
[Susato is above him, now, and his hand drops, eyes fixed on her.]
[Of course, it isn't to be.]
[And there, the great detective dies. He doesn't witness the rest. He can't. It's all over. This was his last dance. Sharpshooter? Detective? Does it really matter? Is there anything beyond those titles...?]
[Is there anything beyond the man on stage?]
[...]
[Suddenly, his body rises, jerking, a puppet cut from a string. He's no longer in control. He's throwing himself forward after Susato, but at this rate, he might fully collide with YJH instead.]
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But he's not the one in control right now, and instead he's driven by whatever unseen forces are at work to strike out at the one person left alive — though if anyone else should get in the way, a little collateral damage isn't a problem.
His axe swings up and down in almost a dozen slashes as he blindly pushes forward, made quicker and stronger by a bit of elemental magic that manipulates the air around him to act as a tailwind.
shaking heaven fissure sky slash light whirlwind destroying smash divine punishment—
There's an incomprehensible shout as he prepares to make his final move...
And then he just weakly punches at whoever happens to be in front of him in that moment. ]
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and then it's broken, as sholmes judders back up to stand, as yjh appears at the bottom of the stairs, silent and grim, as loni - well, uh, fails. he tries.
jurda says:] Hold them off! Give me a minute!
[and then goes silent as he concentrates, as the glow in his eyes spreads to the rest of him, bit by bit. behind him, the wall starts to crumble. there's a rumble, and a sloshing sound, a building rush of water.
loni's punch hits kim dokja - it does... one point of damage.
xie lian slowly straightens, but it's not - natural. he looks like he's in pain, like he can't quite stand on his own but something is forcing him to. his sword comes up, and he moves towards susato, swinging. there's that horror on his face again, and susato will hear it again - help me!
but some things can't be helped. he swings once, twice, across susato's torso, aims for a stab, and the wounds he leaves behind will sting, burn in an agonizing way, and he's going to try and finish the job, but as his arm lifts, a sword pierces neatly through xie lian's throat.
xie lian gasps. chokes, on the blood, and collapses. behind him stands yujin, bleeding freely from the shoulder, struggling. fighting the compulsion, fighting the device. his eyes flick from susato to sholmes, as sholmes stands, and with an agonized look on his face, yujin throws himself into sholmes, trying to knock him away.
and - this is just for nanaly, from where she lies dead on the floor.
a voice cries out to her consciousness. somewhere - she's dead, but she can hear it. she can hear a little girl, crying. why didn't you come back for me?
a flash - of purple, and then something entirely different, a younger boy, with pink hair to match, a boy she knows, that she has always known. a boy lost to her, someone she couldn't save. he collapses, sobbing messily: come back for me! why didn't you come back for me?
the device on nanly's ankle activates, and then flickers out entirely.
the rest of you can brawl as you wish.]
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Please - !
[Oh.
It's hard to feel as though these people are truly real. Not when she can't piece out what's real and what isn't herself. But seeing the beautiful blade Karuma in her father's hands, piercing through her friend's throat, is not an image that will leave her for a long time. He's fighting it, father is fighting it, so that means the others. . . that means. . .
Her hands shake slightly on the gun she's holding, glancing from her father to Sholmes, and then, gritting her teeth, shoves down those feelings that belong to a different girl. She fires a shot at the detective, but her hand is shaking too badly and it is likely to go wide. she then swivels, takes aim at Yoo Joonghyuk, and fires again, and this time her aim is far more accurate.]
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Dokja is still on the floor, kind of accepting his fate with a wry smile even if he grips onto his sword and tries to rise back up. He laughs once and looks around, then squints when Loni bonks him. Everything is such a mess.
gives dokja back to flurry. ]
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[His hands are moving to shove the man back, uncaring of who he is, and what he is. His bleeding stump of his left arm stains the front of the other's clothing a deep red. The body moves on its own. And then, YJH, the savior, forces them aside, and Sholmes collapses as he pulls Yujin after him.]
[At least he's out of the way. For now.]
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but first - a general set of the scene.
the hallway is rumbling in earnest now, the sound of water rising behind the wall that susato and jurda are standing in front of. xie lian is crumpled on the ground with his hands at his throat, choking on blood, twitching. sholmes and yujin have been thrown to the side, yujin doing his best despite the device to hold onto sholmes, keep him down. it's getting harder - he's losing blood fast.
dokja stands, unsteadily. pauses, and then without a second thought, swings his arm out and slices loni's head off his shoulders. loni falls to the floor in two pieces. he looks up, looks at susato with her trembling hands, at yjh trying to shoot - the gun goes off, and the bullet ricochets across the stone wall, lodging itself into dokja's spine. he stiffens, eyes wide.
survive, survive, survive, the ink spells, spilling from the wound, and then: end it. end it. end it.
dokja lifts his sword and brings it down in a swift jab, stabbing himself in the stomach. the sword pierces all the way through, and dokja drops to the ground, gurgling.
and then, jurda grabs susato's arm, and shouts:] Hold on!
[and the room explodes. water bursts through the crumbling wall and floods the hallway, knocking the bodies of everybody but susato and jurda down the hallway, drowning them, pushing them far, far away. there's a flash of gold light, and jurda and susato vanish. after a moment, sholmes, yjh, and nanaly all do as well.
and then... you wake up.]