The mirror spoke to me and showed...
Who: snuffdoll and riddlemered
When: Morning of the 29th, around 9ish.
Where: Back of the Starter Apartments
Summary: Hey, look, Battler's on another date! But what a strange date it is. Battler and Triela are going to sneak a closer look at the crimescene in front of the Starter Apartments. Much as Battler doesn't want to see such a thing again, he would like to know more about it and Triela needs to investigate a few things.
Warnings: Blood. Lots and lots of blood. Mmmm~
To be honest, Battler didn't want to see such a thing again. When he had arrived home from yet another long night at Club 24, ready to go collapse on his bed and sleep for the rest of this muggy Saturday, he had been greeted by a shocking scene much like what he thought he had left behind him. It had been a terrifying wake-up call and he had stood there frozen for a good five minutes before the landlord and police noticed and dragged him away. Dragged because he was too shocked to even move. It was only until he was in the supposed safety of his apartment before he broke down and vomited. He hadn't even made it to the bathroom.
He just had a nasty habit of puking all over himself, didn't he?
I don't wanna see I don't wanna see I don't wanna see anymore I don't wanna I don't wanna...
Oh sure, and then what? Battler couldn't pretend or ignore what was going on downstairs. What was more shocking, really? He couldn't deny that it wasn't the scene itself that had shocked him. It had been its familiarity. The newcomer was a stranger. Battler never met the sorry sod. Of course, being a gentle person, he did feel sympathetic, but as a stranger that was all he was allowed.
Don't run away because you're afraid of finding out if you're being tricked again, a small voice inside him spoke up, obviously irritated at Battler's hesitation. In fact, it might not have to be a trick. You know how she is. The fact that you've been softening up to her so much lately is why such thing is shocking to you now. If you had kept your game face on, this blow wouldn't have dealt as much damage. You've got no one to blame but yourself here so stop whining!
All the more reason for him to occupy the girl waiting for him downstairs. Locking his apartment, he went down toward the back door, a plan forming in his mind on how they could sneak a look without the investigators noticing.
When: Morning of the 29th, around 9ish.
Where: Back of the Starter Apartments
Summary: Hey, look, Battler's on another date! But what a strange date it is. Battler and Triela are going to sneak a closer look at the crimescene in front of the Starter Apartments. Much as Battler doesn't want to see such a thing again, he would like to know more about it and Triela needs to investigate a few things.
Warnings: Blood. Lots and lots of blood. Mmmm~
To be honest, Battler didn't want to see such a thing again. When he had arrived home from yet another long night at Club 24, ready to go collapse on his bed and sleep for the rest of this muggy Saturday, he had been greeted by a shocking scene much like what he thought he had left behind him. It had been a terrifying wake-up call and he had stood there frozen for a good five minutes before the landlord and police noticed and dragged him away. Dragged because he was too shocked to even move. It was only until he was in the supposed safety of his apartment before he broke down and vomited. He hadn't even made it to the bathroom.
He just had a nasty habit of puking all over himself, didn't he?
I don't wanna see I don't wanna see I don't wanna see anymore I don't wanna I don't wanna...
Oh sure, and then what? Battler couldn't pretend or ignore what was going on downstairs. What was more shocking, really? He couldn't deny that it wasn't the scene itself that had shocked him. It had been its familiarity. The newcomer was a stranger. Battler never met the sorry sod. Of course, being a gentle person, he did feel sympathetic, but as a stranger that was all he was allowed.
Don't run away because you're afraid of finding out if you're being tricked again, a small voice inside him spoke up, obviously irritated at Battler's hesitation. In fact, it might not have to be a trick. You know how she is. The fact that you've been softening up to her so much lately is why such thing is shocking to you now. If you had kept your game face on, this blow wouldn't have dealt as much damage. You've got no one to blame but yourself here so stop whining!
All the more reason for him to occupy the girl waiting for him downstairs. Locking his apartment, he went down toward the back door, a plan forming in his mind on how they could sneak a look without the investigators noticing.