[He didn't miss Wiwaldi, but there's something kind of nice about seeing somewhere you've seen before.
Before he knows it though, there's some stardust in the air.
The setting is night, at what seems like a farm. It seems that the two of them have been talking for the moment. Bradley is standing across from Byleth, a three headed dog at his side. His gun is drawn and he has her in his sights. Ready to shoot her down. Right as he's about to pull the trigger there's the noise of a galloping horse. He shoots, misses just barely, turns to look at the horse-
He gets trampled by its hooves, and he sets off another shot at the horse and its rider. The dog attempts to bite both the horse and the person getting away.
Why when he goes to check out the school, which should, in theory, be a decent place to look around, does he get THIS? A HORSE DEATH?
The emotions in the moment leave him feeling bizarre because he's so astounded by what happens when he is flung back into focus. Okay. Well. It wasn't great, sure.]
[Okay, but this is actually kind of a cool-looking broom.]
Yikes. Horses are pretty powerful.
[He's sure Bradley understands this better than anyone. Being killed by a horse and all. At least Bradley isn't along in the dying! Because more stardust happens much to Jason's initial flinch of panic and irritation.
[If he wasn't too exhausted to sigh, he would. Isn't it bad enough he died once at already a home? He has to die again in a game of murder, then RELIVE it later in another game of murder?
It's fucked up.]
...No. There was a group of them. They were called the Generals. About seven or so, I think. Two of them would hunt every night. Just happened to be my night. They thought I was the Gunsmith, or the Fox.
No. The Foxes could investigate one person a day to see if they had some kind of role, or if they were innocent, normal. They wanted to get rid of them because they had that power.
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W3: Tuesday
Before he knows it though, there's some stardust in the air.
The setting is night, at what seems like a farm. It seems that the two of them have been talking for the moment. Bradley is standing across from Byleth, a three headed dog at his side. His gun is drawn and he has her in his sights. Ready to shoot her down. Right as he's about to pull the trigger there's the noise of a galloping horse. He shoots, misses just barely, turns to look at the horse-
He gets trampled by its hooves, and he sets off another shot at the horse and its rider. The dog attempts to bite both the horse and the person getting away.
Too late.
He's dead.]
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Why when he goes to check out the school, which should, in theory, be a decent place to look around, does he get THIS? A HORSE DEATH?
The emotions in the moment leave him feeling bizarre because he's so astounded by what happens when he is flung back into focus. Okay. Well. It wasn't great, sure.]
...There was a horse.
[It isn't a question.]
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There was a horse.
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A surprise horse. Marksman, but not much of a jockey, huh?
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[Like any proper wizard or witch should.]
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What does he do with this? BRADLEY RIDES A BROOM. The image is hysterical to him, but he can't find it in him to laugh or anything.]
Guess you could technically still be a jockey on a broom. Was that it? Boom, you were gone?
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That was it. Think it snapped my spine.
[CRUSHED to death by a HORSE.]
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Yikes. Horses are pretty powerful.
[He's sure Bradley understands this better than anyone. Being killed by a horse and all. At least Bradley isn't along in the dying! Because more stardust happens much to Jason's initial flinch of panic and irritation.
He gets a memory.]
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Yikes. [He gets it, a little. Better to go out on your own terms.] They the only killers from your group?
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It's fucked up.]
...No. There was a group of them. They were called the Generals. About seven or so, I think. Two of them would hunt every night. Just happened to be my night. They thought I was the Gunsmith, or the Fox.
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Was gettin' the Fox a condition of endin' the hunt or somethin' like that?
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[Since Jason was speedrunning his murdergame, that was probably equivalent? More or less.]
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[So yeah. One week, speedrun.]
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This your first time sharin' memories, or did that island have this thing going?
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Yeah, shit sucks.
[Not a fan of broadcasting his death, of all things.]
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At least we can bank on it only lasting a week? Gotta get through Saturday with all of us stuck together for 9 hours, though.
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[Hm. He was dead for that trial.]
Could end up chaotic if memories are bein' shared left and right. [Please they only have 9 hours and they already scapegoated somebody.]
W4: Monday
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How long did it last?
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Who knows
Might be somebody with a romance book from last week? Probably three of those around.
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Great. Three is not the quantity that should be floating around.
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You want more than that?
Look at it this way, they're probably one use.
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NO. I'll take hair ruffles over gropes.
Getting rid of one curse isn't going to help me if they curse again. Hopefully, I'm not involved.
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Plenty of other people to embarrass. Who knows.
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