Written (Hylian/Common), Open Commentlog [Backdated to Tuesday night]

[unamvirtus]

[It's a very, VERY poorly written post, and the contents may give away why.]

simba is dead.//

i cnan't movet him on my own. i need help.,

[And he will proceed to sit and wait beside the less than beautiful corpse, staring at the wall ahead where there's nothing bloody and horrible to see. He's not going to move for a long time

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[nothinglikegod]

...Where are you, kid?

[Wolfwood doesn't like the idea of Link sitting out there if there's a monster roaming the halls, killing passengers. God this like a wake up call or something. They've got to get this shit cleaned up and fast. There are children here for crying out loud!

He makes a mental note to talk to Vash about doing something later.]

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[unamvirtus]

[Oh. He stares down at his tablet for a few minutes, blinking furiously before he can discern what he's typing, but it's not entirely helpful anyways. He's not sure how to even express how grateful he is for what he can assume must be help, so he doesn't mention it. He can save it for later when he has more words, if he can bring himself to think about it.]

deck twelvwe. near 1235.

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[nothinglikegod]

Already on my way.

[He's a priest, he'll be willing to say a few words for your friend, Link. Don't worry, It'll be okay.]

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[unamvirtus]

[That will make him feel a little better, at least. For now, he just works on an effort to stop crying before Nicholas shows up. He's not entirely keen to the idea of embarrassing himself publicly, if he can help it-- which is apparently a negative, since his attempts aren't working out too well.

Eventually he just gives up and continues staring ahead, willing his eyes not to stray to the red he can still see in the corner of his vision. He feels too frozen to move facing away, and even doing so would be blinding himself from danger on one side, which he knows is a bad idea.]

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[nothinglikegod]

[Wolfwood strolls out of the elevator and into the hallway, but stops mid-step at the sight. Blood smeared across the floor, the walls...the hell. He pulls his sunglasses down and frowns. It's not that he hasn't seen this kind of carnage before, but...still. He takes a deep breath then walks over to Link when he spies him. They'll have to hurry. Whatever killed Simba could come back.

He swallows at the sight of the corpse, but otherwise keeps his composure. Squatting down in front of Link, Wolfwood tries to give him a reassuring smile.]

Hey, it's gonna be all right.

There was a "log" at the end of that "Comment" when I posted it 8|

[unamvirtus]

[He automatically looks up when he hears the ping of the elevator, but his gaze immediately falls back down once he's ensured that it's Nicholas. His expression is that of forced blankness, and Nicholas's smile doesn't evoke any change at all.

He shakes his head, plainly; no, it won't, and he isn't going to pretend. It doesn't feel like it'll ever be okay again at all after letting a friend die. That isn't okay.]

Maybe it rolled away /shot

[nothinglikegod]

[Wolfwood sighs. Nobody should have to deal with this kind of stuff. He looks thoughtful for a moment.]

Gimme your hands.

.....oh my god that was just horrible, sparky

[unamvirtus]

[His blank stare cracks and gives way to some mild confusion, but he trusts Nicholas very much as a nice adult and all. He looks down at his hands, but he only pauses for a second before offering them up.]

:3

[nothinglikegod]

[He takes Link's hands in his own then glances around to ensure their safety before bowing his head and closing his eyes.]

Guide this weary soul to rest in Your great kingdom.

[Okay there we go.]

You wanted to move him? Where?

oh u 8|

[unamvirtus]

[He listens in a kind of detached wonder, unsure of what Nicholas is referring to, but he knows it's not polite to interrupt. Besides, he's grateful for the thought alone. He has more important things to worry about than what Nicholas means.

He looks down the hall in both directions, confusion joined by an utterly lost look. He didn't exactly think about where he wanted to put Simba when he decided he wanted to move him...]

:>

[nothinglikegod]

[Wolfwood is hesitant about just scooping up a dead cat without any idea as to where he'll be taking said dead cat. But it's clear this Simba was important to Link, so he'll scoop him. He knows how to balance his weight, considering he's lugged around that giant cross for ages. ]

Is there a place to bury him?

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[unamvirtus]

[He can't help but feel really badly for making Nicholas carry Simba by himself, but at least he seems to be managing it okay. If it looks like he's having trouble, he can help then.

He's concerning himself on his own about where they should bring Simba, but "bury" sparks a memory of that graveyard. It must still be there, won't it? He doesn't like it there, but if there's already a grave...

Rubbing his eyes impatiently, he shakily gets to his feet and glances towards the elevator, pointing. No matter how much he dislikes the thing, he's willing to take it if it will cause Nicholas less grief in getting there.]

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[nothinglikegod]

[Wolfwood nods. He'd tell Link not to worry about it. He's doing this because he wants to help. It doesn't matter that he's getting blood all over his suit. That's just dandy. He just wants to make sure that Simba gets a proper burial and that Link gets back to his room safely.

Pressing the button on the elevator, Wolfwood is careful not to move the corpse too much. He chances a glance at the boy then sighs. Better try to comfort him again.]

He might come back, you know.

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[unamvirtus]

[Ahahaha. He almost smiles mirthlessly. 'Might come back'? He's aware that Nicholas is only trying to make him feel better, but somehow he can't find this news happy at all. All he can imagine is Simba remembering what happened to him, maybe even being angry that Link didn't help. The idea scares him, even if he doesn't want Simba to stay dead-- and that's still the point, isn't it? Simba is dead. Coming back isn't going to change the fact that he died.

He "mhm"s quietly, but only to try and satisfy Nicholas. He doesn't want the man to think he's taking the effort of comfort for granted.]