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night seven - kill log
Who: Dickson and ???
When: The seventh night
Where: The Complex Apartments
[ You get to sleep soundly as always, thanks to whatever it is that allows people in the Complex to do so. But did you know that a sharp shock can break the "spell" of whatever that is? Considering someone has decided to come visit your apartment during the night, you might just find that out first hand... ]
When: The seventh night
Where: The Complex Apartments
[ You get to sleep soundly as always, thanks to whatever it is that allows people in the Complex to do so. But did you know that a sharp shock can break the "spell" of whatever that is? Considering someone has decided to come visit your apartment during the night, you might just find that out first hand... ]
OOOOH BOY
Dickson feels like he should have a plan, himself, but he doesn't. Coast by, see what answers they dredge up, but the cost is always a person. Which is fine, but there's no guarantee it won't be your neck on the line. Part of him feels like he ought to be prepared, like he should be an audience, not a participant until given the motion to do so. He feels like he's waiting for a command that will never come, something that would spark some recognition, make this all make sense.
Is this what it means to be powerless? He doesn't like it.
Waking before everyone else isn't new in comparison, but tonight, it's unexpected, a jolt that runs from his ankle up his body and he lets out a hoarse cry, reaches for his Sabre reflexively because pain means danger, and danger means there's an attack. His Sabre, it's always propped up at his side, separating him from the wall, but it might not be there, depending.
There's someone else awake here, and they might just be one step ahead of a man who has lost his footing and never really recovered it.]
surprise :)
In fact, it doesn't seem to be anywhere in sight. That's unusual. Also unusual is the fact that his apartment door is open, and there's someone peeking through the doorway.
That someone is Alice - probably one of the last people he wants to see. Only her face and the upper parts of her shoulders are visible - she seems to be standing a bit to the left of the entrance, leaning over so that she can look in.]
They woke you up too, huh...? Do you... Do you know why we're awake right now?
THIS IS THE WORST SURPRISE but better her than Alfendi tbh
And maybe there's frustration behind it too. He doesn't answer right away, sitting up and taking a deep breath. Fishes out a cigar from his pocket but a lighter...he has a feeling that's not around either. He holds on to the cigar anyway, rolling it back and forth between thumb and forefinger before his gaze slides toward Alice. Not fond of her, but other than getting him whacked and dunked in fountain water, she's mostly been a nuisance. But...]
...Not a clue. [A rumble.] What brings you 'ere anyway?
[Did she...know he was going to wake up? He's listening for Judy.]
Are you sure about that.......
[Alice hesitates. For the moment, she looks every inch the uncertain 18-year-old that anyone would expect her to be in a situation like this, and it doesn't look entirely unnatural. If it is just a front, it's a very good one.
Perhaps her tough-girl attitude is the real front? ...nah.]
Everyone I've looked at so far has been fast asleep. [Her brow furrows.] ...but you don't seem very surprised to be awake.
better a kid than a talking stick
He listens to her answer, and it makes sense, doesn't it? Go and see if anyone else has mysteriously been shocked awake. Whatever is going on however, is not normal. It's not like before...]
I'm more mad than surprised. Hurt like hell.
[He moves to stand, shaking out his leg.]
What about you? Here you are snooping around, when there's killers sneaking around. Ain't safe to poke your head into our rooms knowin' that.
[They can deactivate their devices by request -- not good odds, little lady.]
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[Alice smiles briefly, remaining where she is.]
If there's anyone not in their bed right now, then I know they're up to something, right? And unless they're very convincing at the next trial, I'll know to start pushing for people to vote for them. ♡
[She falls silent for a moment, studying Dickson's face - or at least as much of it as she can see from here.]
...but if you're worried about safety, maybe you want to come with me~? You know, to keep me out of trouble if I run into someone dangerous?
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[He nods, sticking his cigar in his mouth still unlit. He'll get another lighter for it during this apparent adventure?]
But I ain't so sure that we've been woken up to investigate. Nah, something's fishy.
[Usually, the one who is prodded awake with him...why is Alice here instead? He scoffs, taking a quick survey of the room to see if anyone else is stirring, just in case, before stepping past Steve's unreasonably huge axe that exists and is inconvenient.]
Besides, if it weren't for these damned ankle rings, I'd be more worried about whoever ran into you.
[Ha, it's a joke, he's hilarious. He stops at the doorway, putting a hand on his hip. Can't quite squeeze past you there, Alice.]
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...but, as he's about to find out, he's right. Alice just giggles as he says he'd be more worried for whoever she encountered, and as he starts for the doorway, she backs up a little to give him enough space to pass through.
Once he's through enough that she has a shot at hitting him in the back of the head, she twists at the waist and hefts up the weapon he'd groped around for but hadn't been able to find. It's a big weapon - heavier than she's used to - but this is hardly the first time she's wielded something large enough to be unwieldy, and she powers through it.
He may or may not have enough time to dodge, depending on how aware of his surroundings he is.]
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There's a question on his lips, a wonder: he was going to ask Alice if the whip she pilfered from Miss Prosecutor had gone missing like his Sabre, but Alice answers his question more swiftly and brutally than he could have imagined.
He sees it out of the corner of his eye, trained reflexes stumbling - arm, or back? He tries to spare his arm, and ducks to the side, but Alice's inexperience with it actually helps her here. He knows that weapon well, and misjudges the speed of her strike. He lets out a hoarse cry when it hits his shoulder, then, the wedge fo metal blasting apart the joint there. Damn it all, he was trying to avoid that, and pain and adrenaline forces him to think fast.
He's unarmed (ha), and the more distance between him and her range, the better. Funny, it's reminiscent of when she whacked him with that pool cue. Funny, but not anymore. He reacts with a swift, blind kick to try and trip her up, before making a break for it across the walkway above the bottom floor. Assuming she even lets him get that far.]
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[There being no struggle on Dickson's part is a little much to hope for, and Alice, having killed plenty of people before winding up here, is aware of that. The force of his kick doesn't quite catch her by surprise, but it does send her stumbling back a few steps.
She doesn't bother waiting to catch her breath before she pursues him, though. She pushes through the pain and darts forward, her grip on the handle of the weapon tightening.
...it has a longer reach than she does, and she pivots, extending her arm so that she can swipe it forward an slam it into him in an attempt to knock out his kneecaps from behind. Whether it works or not, though, she's quick to take off after him, swinging the sabre at the back of his neck again.]
that icon omg
No, that's not quite right. If he knew better, didn't look down on her (figuratively and literally), maybe this wouldn't be happening. It was a big mistake.
He doesn't incapacitate her as much as he would have liked with that kick, either, hears her footsteps come back much too soon and when she swings his Sabre it strikes the back of one of his knees, the one lagging behind midstep, his other leg launching him forward, and he hits the the floor. He hisses through his teeth, using his good arm to drag himself forward in a bid to keep some distance. Stubborn, isn't he? But he's not going anywhere anymore, not like that. Alice is free to casually walk her way to catch up. Or end it quick.]
You're just gonna play their game, huh?!
[Dickson spits behind him.]
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[Satisfied that he won't be escaping from her, Alice slows her approach so that she can exchange a few last words with him.]
You were way too calm about being awake for you to not have been waking up regularly since we got here... so? What is it? Are you a staff member, or are you one of the others?
[She comes to a stop just beside him and and starts to raise the sabre.]
Can you give me a reason not to kill you right now~? Better speak up quickly...
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He doesn't answer right away, spitting a wad of mucus aside. Ugh, that illness.]
I haven't killed anyone, if that's what you're askin'. I got nothin' to hide.
[He watches the Sabre rise, weighing his options, of which he has little. ]
It's funny, really...you're the one beating on me, and I'm the suspicious party.
[But if she's not staff, or the helping roles...why is she awake? She has no reason to lie, especially if he's the only witness, soon to be no witness if she drops that thing on his neck.
Which she just might do. He's waiting for it. Damn, he wishes he could have had one last smoke. His shoulder and leg are killing him.]
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[If he was going to spill any useful information, he'd have done it already. He wouldn't have been trying to deflect, to say that he shouldn't be the one branded suspicious here, to try and tell her she's doing the wrong thing by attacking him.
(He's right, of course, but Alice would never, ever admit that.)
She isn't a patient person, and when it seems like he's not going to talk, she decides that's it. She voted for Adam in the last trial because it had seemed like he wasn't going to be helpful in any future trials. She's about to dispatch Dickson for the same reason.]
Bye-bye. ♡ If there is an afterlife, say hello to the others who have died for me, okay~?
[And then she brings the sabre down on his neck. Over, and over, and over again, until the dull crunch of his broken vertebrae makes it clear enough that he won't be recovering from this. Of course, one wouldn't need to listen for the crunch to know this - just one look at the grotesque angle his neck is bent at would be more than enough to tell. Once she's satisfied that he's dead, she grips him by the ankle and pulls him all the way back to his apartment.
She remembers how he was positioned before he woke up, when she first took his sabre, and so she places him back in that same position. The sabre she props up next to him, just as it had been before their encounter.
At first glance, it will look like he's sleeping. It will only be when they see that his chest isn't rising and falling with his breathing, or when they try to move him and his head flops over again, that it will become obvious that he's dead.]