damedana | [UMINEKO SPOILERS] Heart (Scored)

".... n-no. It's... is Kanon there? Can I..." There's a broken sob like she can't really make the sound less... distorted. And wet. "Is he there? Please I want to talk to him..."

Please try and hold on a moment longer, miss. I'll be right back.

[and he leaves the phone off the hook and goes to the wardrobe. for reasons. Kanon-related reasons, perhaps.]

Sure, except you can probably hear the click and dial tone of a disconnected line as you make your way over to the wardrobe.

Hm.

... well, be a shame not to peek ...

[so yes, he's opening the wardrobe anyway, even as he has to walk through a few shallow pools of blood to do it. spish spish spootsh]

It's time to witness this lady just get murdered lots.

Pretty sure you'll enjoy that.

[you'd be correct.]

[but that doesn't answer the burning curiosity Merlot has about what clothes Battler keeps in his wardrobe.]

It's an empty wardrobe. There's only wire hangers with nothing on them. This isn't his bedroom, Merlot, gosh.

[well]

[perhaps not]

[but it could've been]

Not even Big Brother Kanon's clothes, huh ... ah, well. they wouldn't fit me anyway.

[so he goes to try the phone again, because while that obviously meant something he's unfamiliar with a disconnection tone entirely, and so.]

There's no voice on the line anymore, just dead (ha) air.

By the way, you got some red on your hands from touching the phone. That's fun.

[puts that stain up to his lips]

[and licks it off his fingers, contemplatively, as he's already shrugging away from the phone and moving towards the door, leaning down to pick up the sword where it fell.]

It would be very unfulfilling if the same trick works twice, father. Just so you know. But I'll respect your commitment to personal integrity, all the same. It's a kind of honor, and I understand that.

[but he is going to try and cut the chain with the sword, again, anyway.]

Probably there is a feeling of seeing a faceless girl laying on the floor to bring some delightful horror upon licking.

The thing about this chain is that... in fact, the sword will not work against it. There is a key lock attached to the chain lock in addition to everything else to keep it sealed.

[oh. well. so this one actually has a key, for real, this time.]

[the first thought Merlot has, then, is "perhaps the key is buried in the candy-basket?" and so that's what he's going to check first.]

There are no keys in the candy basket. And you already got that memory, so...

[not to worry, he's not going to stop there - but there's only so much one wants to throw at a poor room with a view at a time, after all, especially when one is working their way up to something like - say - pulling the beds apart, to see if there's a key hidden beneath the mattresses, and also opening literally anything openable, again. i.e., the dresser, the nightstand, and if there's a cabinet under the sink in the bathroom that too. he's going to get his hands on them all - and if need be he's going to try and pull on the electrotoxin that is his right to call on as well and see about disintegrating anything that gets in the way of tearing through the room to find - that - damn - key.]

The key to that lock is somewhere in this room, after all.

Well. At least one of the beds has a corpse on it. What do with the corpse?

Also, that is so many memories of murder you're hitting hunting around, do you want the breakdown of when and where?

[you know what, might as well. there's a certain threshold past which he's going to lose it and dissolve into a puddle of orgiastic violation and it's important to know when he crosses it.]

[also i forgot about the corpse entirely lmao so yeah Merlot is definitely getting his gross blood-coated fingers - because tearing the room apart absolutely means getting some of what's on the floor on your hands, at least if you're Merlot - all over that corpse, too.]

So...

The bed without the corpse sure has the memory of seeing Eva laying dead with a spike through her head.

Beyond that, there's nothing hidden in the mattress or under the bed.

The dresser has poor George laying out in the rain near the arbor with a single hole in the middle of his head.

There's nothing hidden in the dresser, but there are random clothes there that smell of nostalgia and family, memories of baby to preteen Battler interacting with his mom Asumu. They WERE packed away nice and neatly but I guess they're a mess again from the rummaging.

There are 3 photos on top of it, all covered in that red substance. One of the 3, however, has a small spot where there is no red and Ange is 6 years old and smiling happily at the camera.

There is nothing in or on the nightstand other than the phone which still rings a dead line.

There is nothing under the sink.

Please explain the electrotoxin tho because uuuhhh huh???

Moving the corpse does get an "Oof!" from it, though!

[electrotoxin is a manifestation of the Originium Arts which Merlot inherited from Yuzu, ahem. imagine if electricity were rendered into a viscous fluid, like a wet corrosive shock capable of being expressed through the pores of one's skin like sweat. like a decaying mist that also gives you little goosepimple tingles all over.]

[basically he's trying to disintegrate things with a touch.]

[he almost electrotoxins the corpse for going "oof!", then stops himself. what the fuck?]

... I'm sorry, what?

[HAVE THEY BEEN ALIVE THIS ENTIRE TIME. DID THEY OVERHEAR EVERYTHING HE DID IN HERE.]

That is a lot of stuff in drawers and such just sitting in poisonous ash and blood-not-blood goop.

But also can a corpse without eyes see anything? ... well, overhearing's still possible, supposedly, since the corpse grins a death-grin up in vaguely Merlot's direction.

"Just what kind of mess is this newest guest making of my humble abode, hm?"

It sounds like an old man but too crusty and gross to tell.

Edited 2023-02-18 04:25 (UTC)

[... well. a little politeness never hurt. might as well make his last memories pleasant, hm? so he doesn't suspect too much.]

If anything, Grandfather, I'm helping make it easier to clean up in here, like any good servant would do - particularly if some of the mess winds up being self-inflicted.

[the "Grandfather" is ... not meant familiarly, as much as it's simply an overly friendly way to address an elderly gentleman, but his player's got a sinking suspicion he may be more "correct" in that assertion than he's aware.]

:)

"Kiyahahahaha, I see, I see! And do you really think that no one else is watching as you wreak havoc?"

Gramps is wise to your nonsense, pal.

[he grins.]

Well, I suppose maybe someone might've "seen", or "heard", something - but as for what state I'd assume that someone might've been left in, it seems fair to me to suggest a live man wouldn't have been in the room to see anything, but a corpse is a blameless witness.

"Corpse? Where's this corpse! You should probably call the police! Gyahahaaha!"

Listen, he thinks he's funny.

Sure, I might. [what's a "police", he wonders, idly.]

But it's getting late, and I have to wonder if that'd really be good for an old man's heart. And you strike me as a man who appreciates having a fine life. Maybe even a fine wife?

[okay, he's just guessing here, but - he's pieced together some things about the scenario whence Beatrice and Battler came. there's ... types, surely.]

"Bah! Marriage... what did that get me but four spoiled children who can't even manage their own affairs without bringing down everything I've built? Whether a fine wife or not is irrelevant if the woman can't even manage to bear me children worth anything!"

He's a real piece of work, this one.

[UMINEKO SPOILERS] Heart (Scored) - Merlot

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