[ so, he has a bleeding hand because he picked a fight with a squirrel and lost—embarrassing. meanwhile izumo has a bleeding foot because she thought it was fine to go into the water without shoes on???
wow who would have known they'd be played like this? anyway, hello claude, here she is standing before you soaked from her adventure in the river with only one shoe on and her hoodie draped over her left arm. ]
[ her other outfit was the kimono and that's... vague gestures. either way, she'll be keeping pressure off of the foot that's bleeding and... well, she was going to ask about the message but one look at his hand and she gets a better way to go about it. ]
(He frowns and starts to shrug off his cape and coat,)
Here. (He holds it out to her,) I'll be right back. I'd say don't go anywhere but I don't think you're going anywhere.
(And he'll dip out super fast!! And return with some paper towels and a little zippybag full of ice.)
Put this on there. It'll slow the bleeding.
(His own injury is pretty mild in comparison. It's just in an obnoxious place in his hand where his thumb and index finger meet so it's bleeding more seriously than it should. Once she takes it, he'll just place a cool cloth over his own hand and just apply some pressure.
Then he'll FINALLY answer her question,)
I was bit in the forest. (Ugh,) By a squirrel, believe it or not. And you?
unlike the first time he saw her injured, he left absolutely no room for her to argue with him or protest. should she be happy that he learned how to handle her so quickly or upset? regardless as he dashes off to...whatever she'll dress herself in his coat and cape.
it was almost long on him so it might as well be a dress on her. ...if she wasn't so thin. by the time he returns, she's rolling up the extra length of the sleeves so it's more manageable on her person. with a sigh, she'll take the bag and ice and lean over to remove her thigh high and use it to bind the paper towels and bag of ice to the bottom of her foot.
rip her sock. it wasn't going to be saved with how bloodied the bottom was anyway. she's still favoring her uninjured foot over the iced one when she responds. (finally.) ]
I saw something in the river and went to go look for it when I stepped on some glass. [ her voice flat for a moment before she livens up for a fraction. ] What did you do to that poor squirrel?
[ and now she looks like yet another golden deer. ...though it would not be the house she'd be sorted in. put in. digression from the actual topic. he may sigh but she will mumble because she feels like an idiot. ]
I didn't find anything else.
[ mods said izumo will step on glass for the hell of it. maybe. ]
Well? Are you the bad guy? I haven't heard anything.
[ hmmm... nothing by the river on wednesday, huh? there's still all of thursday to account for but at least that's One Day. ]
I believe Clementine was carrying something back with her that she found.
[ izumo cut her foot, clem found a notebook, and mob found a headband. the world is cruel but! as for the matter of sora, hilda, and claude verses a squirrel. ]
Clementine, huh? (He knows her! It should make approaching her easier.) I imagine everyone will want to speak to everyone who found something. We'll have to organize some way to keep things in order.
(Don't worry, Claude. It's a Murder Game so the organization is built in already.
I'd say only a suspicious person would hold back information that they've found given the circumstances but a convincing liar could just as well play along.
[ good liars are the ones you don't catch, after all. ]
It's nice to see it happen once in a while. [ something something humanizing... ] Now, even though I'm curious to know what you saw, I want to know if you're aware of the memory that you've lost.
[ derails this bc sora is her roomie and i have deets galore. ]
(Usually light and cheery, it really isn't like Claude to drop his smiles and airs in front of others but given the day and their circumstances, perhaps he can be forgiven for letting his mask slip a bit.
He folds his arms across his chest and raises his good hand to his face, covering his mouth with the palm. He's thinking. And he watches Izumo with thoughtful regard, weighing pros and cons, calculating values, formulating steps, and picking his words and actions carefully.
[ don't think she's not paying attention to the change in his demeanor and comparing it to everything else that she has been picking up along the way. it was obvious from the start that it was all a show and she's starting to see the parts of claude... it's interesting.
though she casts her looks to the side and considers the answers she has heard. ]
I wonder why there's nothing for me.
[ nothing out of place. nothing strange. ]
I only know there's something missing because I know something needs to be missing.
(The corners of his mouth twist up into a smile visible even from behind his hand and his eyes brighten, teasing,)
Maybe you forgot one of your secrets. You should talk more.
(Answer more questions. Open up to those around her.)
But if you insist on keeping them... I found out after speaking to someone I know.
(It's a suggestion he tosses out while fully remembering her warning before. Izumo's probably recognized a certain pink haired girl wearing a uniform similar to his own.)
[ she makes that extra clear with being harsh. he's making an entirely reasonable suggestion but...hilariously, what claude teases her about is about on par with what she wanted to suggest. ]
...but I have thought about talking about them, except, there's no certainty that even if I said anything that the memories would be safe.
[ she pauses for a moment to think about it. perhaps she should leave it here? it leaves some things exposed for further exploration but if she really wanted to blow the door open— ]
I have started to write them down—treating myself as a stranger as I've described everything.
[ stop pushing shima onto her. he is the last person she wants to talk to about so many different things. that said, she'll give him a strange look when he mentions the paper.
sorry claude, but that derailed her from maybe letting him know a few secrets. tough cookies. ]
Our PHS has a notepad that you can use to write whatever you want and for however long you want.
(Oh don't worry he's spent plenty of time playing around with the PHS and he laughs,)
And what if I prefer paper? It's easier to figure out my thoughts when I can see them all laid out.
(Really... you should... see his note-taking style it's definitely something that needs to be put on paper first with crazy circles and lines all and things scratched out all over the place.)
[ this. doesn't explain anything, or well, nothing explicit but color her not surprised to have an idea of the level of chaos his thinking process is. it seems all very on brand for what she's gathering. ]
(Eventually he gets his mess together and it ends up all nice and neat and organized so no one exatly knows what he was thinking.)
Everyone thinks differently. You could give someone the problem and come up with three or four different ways to solve it. Write down your memoir, Izumo. Hey, maybe it'll become famous some day.
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wk 0; friday......again. pt 3??
wow who would have known they'd be played like this? anyway, hello claude, here she is standing before you soaked from her adventure in the river with only one shoe on and her hoodie draped over her left arm. ]
Got a moment?
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Yeah, sure.
... You sure you don't wanna get changed first, though?
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[ her other outfit was the kimono and that's... vague gestures. either way, she'll be keeping pressure off of the foot that's bleeding and... well, she was going to ask about the message but one look at his hand and she gets a better way to go about it. ]
What happened to your hand?
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Here. (He holds it out to her,) I'll be right back. I'd say don't go anywhere but I don't think you're going anywhere.
(And he'll dip out super fast!! And return with some paper towels and a little zippybag full of ice.)
Put this on there. It'll slow the bleeding.
(His own injury is pretty mild in comparison. It's just in an obnoxious place in his hand where his thumb and index finger meet so it's bleeding more seriously than it should. Once she takes it, he'll just place a cool cloth over his own hand and just apply some pressure.
Then he'll FINALLY answer her question,)
I was bit in the forest. (Ugh,) By a squirrel, believe it or not. And you?
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unlike the first time he saw her injured, he left absolutely no room for her to argue with him or protest. should she be happy that he learned how to handle her so quickly or upset? regardless as he dashes off to...whatever she'll dress herself in his coat and cape.
it was almost long on him so it might as well be a dress on her. ...if she wasn't so thin. by the time he returns, she's rolling up the extra length of the sleeves so it's more manageable on her person. with a sigh, she'll take the bag and ice and lean over to remove her thigh high and use it to bind the paper towels and bag of ice to the bottom of her foot.
rip her sock. it wasn't going to be saved with how bloodied the bottom was anyway. she's still favoring her uninjured foot over the iced one when she responds. (finally.) ]
I saw something in the river and went to go look for it when I stepped on some glass. [ her voice flat for a moment before she livens up for a fraction. ] What did you do to that poor squirrel?
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Ouch... did you find out what it was, though?
(AND HE SIGHS)
Everyone keeps asking what I did like I'm the bad guy.
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I didn't find anything else.
[ mods said izumo will step on glass for the hell of it. maybe. ]
Well? Are you the bad guy? I haven't heard anything.
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Huh... I didn't notice anything in the river on Wednesday.
(When he, Hajime, and Alphonse were tearing up the river looking for a dang duck.)
Hilda, Sora, and I went into the woods to see if anything was up. We found something and when I went to get it, a squirrel bit me.
(BREATHES.....)
Go ahead, laugh if you'd like.
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I believe Clementine was carrying something back with her that she found.
[ izumo cut her foot, clem found a notebook, and mob found a headband. the world is cruel but! as for the matter of sora, hilda, and claude verses a squirrel. ]
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....
... ]
I see; so you're capable of being lame, too.
[ is being subjected to blatant disappointment better or worse than being laughed at? ]
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(Don't worry, Claude. It's a Murder Game so the organization is built in already.
Anyway
Hmmmm. He runs a hand through his hair,)
... Everyone has their falls once in awhile.
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[ good liars are the ones you don't catch, after all. ]
It's nice to see it happen once in a while. [ something something humanizing... ] Now, even though I'm curious to know what you saw, I want to know if you're aware of the memory that you've lost.
[ derails this bc sora is her roomie and i have deets galore. ]
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He looks up, his attention effectively caught at the question,)
... Are you?
(JUST GONNA ANSWER THAT QUESTION WITH ANOTHER QUESTION)
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Not at all. It's why I'm asking.
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He folds his arms across his chest and raises his good hand to his face, covering his mouth with the palm. He's thinking. And he watches Izumo with thoughtful regard, weighing pros and cons, calculating values, formulating steps, and picking his words and actions carefully.
After a while, he finally replies,)
... Yes.
(But he doesn't explain.)
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though she casts her looks to the side and considers the answers she has heard. ]
I wonder why there's nothing for me.
[ nothing out of place. nothing strange. ]
I only know there's something missing because I know something needs to be missing.
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Maybe you forgot one of your secrets. You should talk more.
(Answer more questions. Open up to those around her.)
But if you insist on keeping them... I found out after speaking to someone I know.
(It's a suggestion he tosses out while fully remembering her warning before. Izumo's probably recognized a certain pink haired girl wearing a uniform similar to his own.)
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[ she makes that extra clear with being harsh. he's making an entirely reasonable suggestion but...hilariously, what claude teases her about is about on par with what she wanted to suggest. ]
...but I have thought about talking about them, except, there's no certainty that even if I said anything that the memories would be safe.
[ she pauses for a moment to think about it. perhaps she should leave it here? it leaves some things exposed for further exploration but if she really wanted to blow the door open— ]
I have started to write them down—treating myself as a stranger as I've described everything.
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Writing everything down is a good idea. I haven't really thought about doing it myself... I think I'd run out of paper.
(Also he doesn't want to leave any evidence behind tbh. Loose papers are dangerous.)
If you want to talk, I'd be more than glad to listen.
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sorry claude, but that derailed her from maybe letting him know a few secrets. tough cookies. ]
Our PHS has a notepad that you can use to write whatever you want and for however long you want.
[ has...he not figured that out? ]
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And what if I prefer paper? It's easier to figure out my thoughts when I can see them all laid out.
(Really... you should... see his note-taking style it's definitely something that needs to be put on paper first with crazy circles and lines all and things scratched out all over the place.)
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Oh, so you're like that.
[ this. doesn't explain anything, or well, nothing explicit but color her not surprised to have an idea of the level of chaos his thinking process is. it seems all very on brand for what she's gathering. ]
I tend to keep things neatly organized.
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(Eventually he gets his mess together and it ends up all nice and neat and organized so no one exatly knows what he was thinking.)
Everyone thinks differently. You could give someone the problem and come up with three or four different ways to solve it. Write down your memoir, Izumo. Hey, maybe it'll become famous some day.
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though she'll frown at the idea of her...stuff being published. ]
I would rather have it destroyed. I'm only writing it for me while I'm here.