So, you're dead. Shame, that.
But on the other hand, it's actually kind of nice.
When you "wake" in some odd version of it, you'll find yourself lying on a rather plush bed. It's cozy and warm and just soft enough to tempt anyone back into sleep. The room is equally nice, if small, and when you turn and open the curtains to look out the window, you will see... wait, is that the town?
It is, actually. The town is laid out quite simply across the window and no matter how many times you may bang or wave through the window, no one seems to notice you. If you're smart enough to give up the venture and leave the small bedroom, you will notice that, of course, you are on the train.
The train that, is actually pretty fancy.
Moving through it, past the sleeping cabins and through to the main carts, you will find a dining car with fine dishware and meals of all kinds made at a push of a button or a request given to the air. They'll appear, freshly made and ready to eat at the table of your choice with any drink you could want. There truly doesn't seem to be any limits when it comes to the luxury of the meal.
There is also a bathhouse car with private bathrooms and saunas to fit up to four. Even one rather large room containing a small pool/hot tub of sorts is available for just about anyone to take a dip. It's kind of outlandish, honestly.
Then the lounge car, with its library and plush armchairs and couches. A pool table, a darts board, even a small area dedicated to painting. There's a bar too, fully stocked and ready for anyone who needs a drink. All it would require is a request from the bartender who... looks surprisingly familiar?
The Sheriff is there, much cleaner cut than his counterpart outside of the train. He looks up mildly at any arrivals, giving them a nod of greeting before going back to organizing bottles or setting cigars out for a smoke. He doesn't seem to be surprised at all by anyone who appears. Just... ready to serve them, whatever they may wish.
It all sort of seems okay for a moment, until you realize you're just here to wait for the game to end. Awkward. |
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sheriffexe) wrote2017-01-13 11:14 am
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[Until Shinnosuke reassured him that it was probably just... Higekiri calling him out on being a tsun... (Which was awkward as hell, thanks Higekiri.)
He snorts.]
You really think Mr. Sheriff was trying to do us a favour there? Though it did make me suspicious, but for the wrong reasons—when you then sent Milla a letter suggesting that she join you, I wondered what took you so long to start wishing death on her as well.
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[ Even if he considered him a full-out criminal for being an accomplice to murder... he does feel sorry for justice dad. ]
...With the exception of Milla, those who I wrote to died. It's funny, I couldn't help you, I even said that in the last letter. But I guess I can make people drop dead, because I get what I want, so easily.
[ It's coincidence, right? There are a lot of factors that went into all these deaths, but it makes him relieved. Relieved and he shouldn't be. He doesn't tell Shinnosuke that wish to Milla was pretty serious. He's got a weird, twisted sense of luck that works. But it's also selfish.
The Sheriff just taps the rulebook. "You gonna deprive this guy of his reward just cause you don't wanna help? ... What would you ask for a reward? You'll be granted anything, even the impossible. So, tell him what he's gonna deprive you of."
His wish wasn't even as selfless as Ezio thought, if it was to make him feel better about what he can't do for his family. Serving himself to the end.
Higekiri clutches his chest and laughs. Bitterly, painfully. ]
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[Though sympathy is a sentiment a bit beyond Shinnosuke, both in giving and taking it. It's why he watches Higekiri laugh with passive eyes, not sure how to respond.
All beings are rooted in selfishness. A game like this is simply meant to take advantage of that fact.]
Great, think you can write to Ash next?
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...Right. He's used to Shinnosuke's callousness, but like that, he can come to a conclusion. Whelp. ]
Ah. I guess he went there.
[ That's still depressing on all counts. Genocide Route Barnhamham. ]
... Hal wouldn't let me grab more letter paper. I think we sent too many for his liking earlier this week.
Um, how were you able to read letters when you were blind?
[ Something stupid bread would only realize now to ask. ]
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I had other people read them for me, obviously.
[He's not going to mention that one of Higekiri's letters broke his brain, and it was very awkward.]
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Would you be willing to tell me about your sister? I resisted asking, because I didn't know if you could write back to me.
[ He's apparently always ready to break Shinnosuke in some way. No mercy. 100% gross? ]
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What do you want to know?
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[ Hey bracket ellipses, meet more internal ellipses.
... ]
My reward wasn't for my brother directly, because he wouldn't be happy with such a tainted thing. So, it was for the person who loved him dearly. I had to come up with something that I could not not achieve normally and sounded nice, or else Ezio might have abandoned me to pointlessly kill someone.
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[He smiles dryly.]
How manipulative of you.
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[ He smiles with a tired look in his eyes. ]
My owner was a shrewd man. I like to think I didn't take after him, but I suppose when we swords were never human, we do that anyway.