Rebecca Bunch (
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Week 2: After investigation
[Rebecca's eyes are red, she's pacing outside of Akechi's door and waiting for the others to show up. In her arms are two collections of fairy tales. She can't talk she can't fix Natsuo this time around. There's nothing she can do for him now.
Nothing but find his killer tomorrow and get them what they deserve.
It takes a moment more before she shoves it open and signs
Body
N A T S U O ]
Nothing but find his killer tomorrow and get them what they deserve.
It takes a moment more before she shoves it open and signs
Body
N A T S U O ]

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. . .
Excuse me?
[he doesn't know sign language and he doesn't have the translator book with him]
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She opens up the book of Grimm fairy tales and taps out
N A T S U O
D E A D
letter by letter with a page of Cinderella. It's just what she ended up with and she doesn't feel like flipping further through the book]
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Excuse me?
[there's disbelief in every syllable]
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K N I F E
IN
back
Rebecca looks pretty damn murderous right now.]
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[completely and utterly stunned]
[he doesn't say anything. he doesn't know what to say. he doesn't know if he should say anything. it's like he's bluescreened, and rebooting again is taking a hell of a long time]
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But Rebecca's not one of those people and she puts a hand on his shoulder. She starts to shake him.
Don't fucking do this to her, you fuck. Wake the fuck up! Shit has happened!! He can't bluescreen forever!]
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Do not shake him too hard.
[It's said mildly though because really, shake that asshole if you feel like it.]
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[as skittish as Akechi is about physical contact? he lets Rebecca shake him, limbs hanging loosely at his sides. and then he growls, face contorted into an ugly, irritated expression]
. . . impossible.
No one would dare harm a hair on that stupid idiot's head.
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D E A D
Natsuo is dead. He was found in the ballroom with a chandelier on top of him and a knife in his back! He's as dead as dead can get.
F I N D
K I L L E R]
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[he raises his voice, irritation lacing every word. he denies it, but he also feels like Rebecca wouldn't lie to him about something this important]
He's as harmless as a fly. Who would even think to kill him, of all people?
[who would think to kill him, while actively leaving Akechi alive?]
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[the book smacks him in forehead, between the eyes]
-- Bunch!
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She looks huffy and annoyed, but at least she isn't accosting him anymore.]
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. . . you aren't lying.
Someone was-- someone was really stupid enough to kill him, of all people.
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Why the hell would she lie about who died? Especially when Natsuo was her favorite person in this place?]
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instead, he'll get right to the details. ]
While this is no trial, and I don't expect a truthful answer, has anyone here been contacted by the Crafters to do away with Natsuo?
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No. And quite honestly, if they asked, she'd probably try to kill one of the Crafters. Beauty and the Beast be damned.]
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[ who? the crafters, for forcing someone to kill? for the two narrators involved in his murder? all of them, most likely.
damn them all. ]
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She'll spell it out in the book she didn't hurl at Akechi's head.]
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Why would they? Natsuo was stupidly devoted to his role.
[he sure did shake Akechi a lot when he found out he was a Historian, and spoke about how Historians had to make friends!! and stuff!!]
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[ but that makes the situation only more upsetting. waver sighs, dragging a hand down his face. ]
What an idiot he was...thinking he could just befriend his way out of this.
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He was a fool.
This is what happens to fools who think too idealistically.
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I always told him he needed to think before acting. [ he scratches his throat ] But now we must find the even bigger fool that thought it would be a grand idea to target him.
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Yes. . . we must.
I would almost feel sorry for them, for making the mistake of targeting someone so widely beloved.