Post by LadyEvatrice on Sept 27, 2017 1:21:33 GMT
A day passed after the deaths of Cry and Yune with nothing to show for, though perhaps that was more the witch choosing to follow her epitaph to the letter than choosing to let nothing happen. Several servants, though tasked to watch the guest house, were often too horrified to follow through on their tasks and instead chose to sleep in the same rooms to avoid being targeted. At exactly 59 minutes past midnight, Eli stepped out of a room, locking the deadbolt and the room with her magic. She clenched her fists and teeth, and took a moment to recollect herself, surprised by how she had lost control for this killing, even moreso than her last killing. "... You furniture, you never learn, you'll never be human, you'll never know love. You look human, but you're even lower than maggots... furniture, furniture... you aren't very... harasho." She laughed, touching her bloodied hands to her face. "Kanon, the ritual is complete~!" she declared as she vanished in a puff of butterflies.
In the morning, the servants noticed that a guest known to frequent the island and one of the more well-loved furniture was missing, fully dreading what seemed to have become the inevitable and the unfortunate norm during this storm. What a horrible way to have spent the celebration. In any case, they took the master key and bolt cutters to a room that was locked, and got through the locked door and the deadbolt keeping them from entering the room. There, they found a certain violet-haired woman and a blue haired-woman in a tight embrace next to the bed, smiles on their faces despite the holes in their chests and the stakes sticking out of Mone's knee and Chieri's leg. It seems that even in their deaths, they had refused to be torn apart from each other, looking the picture of serene love, especially in contrast to the completely thrashed room. The mirrors were smashed, the light fixture had the glass and the bulbs destroyed, the sheets on the bed were violently torn, the window and its curtain were broken beyond repair, books were thrown around the room, and the walls were not spared from the attacker's rage, either. The walls had been violently kicked in, with the Japanese kanji for "love" written in red repeated across the walls.
The seventh and eighth twilights have commenced.
In the morning, the servants noticed that a guest known to frequent the island and one of the more well-loved furniture was missing, fully dreading what seemed to have become the inevitable and the unfortunate norm during this storm. What a horrible way to have spent the celebration. In any case, they took the master key and bolt cutters to a room that was locked, and got through the locked door and the deadbolt keeping them from entering the room. There, they found a certain violet-haired woman and a blue haired-woman in a tight embrace next to the bed, smiles on their faces despite the holes in their chests and the stakes sticking out of Mone's knee and Chieri's leg. It seems that even in their deaths, they had refused to be torn apart from each other, looking the picture of serene love, especially in contrast to the completely thrashed room. The mirrors were smashed, the light fixture had the glass and the bulbs destroyed, the sheets on the bed were violently torn, the window and its curtain were broken beyond repair, books were thrown around the room, and the walls were not spared from the attacker's rage, either. The walls had been violently kicked in, with the Japanese kanji for "love" written in red repeated across the walls.
The seventh and eighth twilights have commenced.