Continuation for Shaun

[eaglecocktail]

[gosh it's easy to get lost in the corn fields. By the time you get there, desmond's moved on, though the direction isn't clear]

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[sharpasafawkes]

[Well then going by the best method he can think of, snapped cornstalks and impressions in the ground. Here's hoping that someone's not blending]

[eaglecocktail]

[oh you bet he is.]

[sharpasafawkes]

[... well shit.

Then it's just following broken stalks and hope to god one's on the right path]

[eaglecocktail]

[Yeah, there's a few that are broken, and then you get to a clearing...

And there is the stench of rotting flesh up ahead]

[sharpasafawkes]

...

[oh hell.

SOLDIER ON SOLDIER ON]

[eaglecocktail]

[LOOK, THERE ARE BONES, WHEN YOU GET TO THE CLEARING! and they, and rotting flesh, are scattered everywhere in a very thorough manner.

Bones are broken, into little pieces, though you can see an eye socket with a knife in it. And a very, very bloody white hoodie.

Good thing you can tell this was done a few days ago, though.]

[sharpasafawkes]

[OKAY. GOD NO JUST-

YEAH NO SELF YOU CAN KEEP FROM FREAKING OUT ABOUT THIS. IMPORTANT DATA IS THERE. IN YOUR TEMMATES' REMAINS. MAN UP AND LOOK AT THE BODY SHAUN.

Just going to see if there's any part of the body still in the natural pose, and if not, getting a look at that skull.

Also trying not to lose one's shit and/or lunch, that might be good too]

[eaglecocktail]

[-- oh hey, while you are data gathering, a few minutes later]

Shaun?! What the fuck are you doing here?

[sharpasafawkes]

[... Should've learned to blend]

Right now, being slightly dizzy, in a moment checking for any other sort of weapon damage. If you can put the rage on hold for just a moment, I'll get back to you.

[eaglecocktail]

Don't you think I've already looked?

Why the hell were you following me?!

[sharpasafawkes]

Not for what I'm looking for, at least I assume-

Can we have this talk after I'm done? I really don't have forever to look this over.

[eaglecocktail]

You're trying to look at how we died, for clues on what happened.

Jesus Shaun, even if I missed it, Malik wouldn't have. Why were you following me?

[sharpasafawkes]

Not just that, but if this is caused by a camper or camp itself, which... [gesturing in the direction of the knife] -that is a rather large clue already.

Because that's the only way I'd find out, isn't it?

[eaglecocktail]

We didn't want to tell you because you have enough on your plate. And judging by your reaction when I didn't go to bed, it was probably the right decision.

[sharpasafawkes]

[... But using words that aren't sarcastic are hard.

FINE, damnit tiny]

Not really, I'm not an invalid Desmond. Right now I wouldn't mind just tucking away into a spot unseen and emptying the contents of my stomach, hopefully that somehow getting through this little dizzy spell while I'm at it, but that's not an option. I didn't get this far along by going a bit mental whenever I see something like this, if I did, I wouldn't be fit to be much of an Assassin, now would I?

[eaglecocktail]

We never said you were an invalid, Shaun. The only one saying that is you.

Sure, maybe Malik called you a novice. But he calls everyone a novice. It's not even the same.

What we did say is you have a lot on your plate-- and you do.