Suitedreams: Jason

[battling]

It took me 3 weeks to have a pc with just jason

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[unrecked]

[He follows his gaze to the farm too.]

A surprise horse. Marksman, but not much of a jockey, huh?

[battling]

Nah. I ride a broom.

[Like any proper wizard or witch should.]

[unrecked]

[he

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?

[battling]

[It's a very... broom-like broom! I can't even say it's nice, really.]

That was it. Think it snapped my spine.

[CRUSHED to death by a HORSE.]

[unrecked]

[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.

He gets a memory.]

[battling]

[He's stuck watching it, not like there's anywhere to look away.]

Yikes. [He gets it, a little. Better to go out on your own terms.] They the only killers from your group?

[unrecked]

[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.

[battling]

[You'd think dying would be a one time deal, but here they are again and again. And again, in Jason's case.]

Was gettin' the Fox a condition of endin' the hunt or somethin' like that?

[unrecked]

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.

[battling]

Heard of somethin' like that, but it there was a group and they'd find one person a week.

[Since Jason was speedrunning his murdergame, that was probably equivalent? More or less.]

[unrecked]

Must be similar, except ours was condensed.

[So yeah. One week, speedrun.]

[battling]

I'd say wanna get outta here, but I get the feelin' the dust'll just show up.

[unrecked]

Yeah, it probably will. If not with the two of us, with us and someone else. It'll last all week, I imagine.

[battling]

Yep. That's exactly how it'll go.

This your first time sharin' memories, or did that island have this thing going?

[unrecked]

No, the island didn't have half the shit that's going on here. So it's my first time. Not a fan at all, I gotta say.

[battling]

[Nods to himself]

Yeah, shit sucks.

[Not a fan of broadcasting his death, of all things.]

[unrecked]

[MOOD.]

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.

[battling]

Yeah, whatever weird effect shows up, it'll be replaced next week.

[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.]