10)) mourning

[andcountry]

Ben has [ pause ] died.

[ A drop of water soaks into the page but is hastily smeared. What drop? You didn't see a drop. ]

There is no body, just [ another pause ] some personal effects.

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[npc_kun]

Has he now?

Tragic.

How did it happen?

[andcountry]

[ It's kind of a combination of factors, really, but those three sentences have "creeper" written all over them. Not to mention that Cephiro isn't particularly comfortable going into detail over the journals about his theories on how Ben died.

So he'll not-quite lie. ]

I don't know the details.

[npc_kun]

I see. But there must be something you can tell his loved ones, correct?

[andcountry]

Yes, and I will.

[npc_kun]

How noble of you, Cephiro.

[andcountry]

[ That was sarcasm, wasn't it? Probably the first bit was, too. This prick just came here to gloat, didn't he? Like he had something to do with it.

Like he was some gloating creeper prick who knew Cephiro's name and had something the fuck to do with it. ]

Who are you?

[npc_kun]

Nobody important.

Just a friend.

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[ooc: The two font styles look like two different styles of hand writing at first, but if you look closely they are similar.]

[andcountry]

Friends aren't afraid to give their names.

[npc_kun]

Most of the names here aren't real.

Nothing is real.

[andcountry]

[ If you were to ask Cephiro right now if he felt like playing riddles the answer would be a very loud "no," possibly punctuated with a kick to the shins. ]

If the names aren't real but Nothing is, that must be your name.

[ ... So, that's basically him saying, "fuck you" in riddle-ese. He never could figure the damn things out, anyway. ]

[npc_kun]

You catch on fast.

Faster than your friend.

Shame he didn't take you with him.

[andcountry]

[ There is no written response because this is where Cephiro displays incredible amounts of maturity and throws his journal across the campsite. It hits a tree with an immensely satisfying thwack! and lands open in the dirt. ]