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6/24: veronica
[ Throughout the day, he's heard bits and pieces about what had happened throughout the weekend. There are things that still don't make sense to him, things he can't remember or corroborate when people insist on it, just a giant leap from Thursday night to this morning when he'd opened his eyes to darkness and suffocation.
Late afternoon, after people disperse from the woods the execution was held, Natsuo did too but then he comes back. He'd gotten Dave's sword back. It hadn't killed him directly, but... Well.
He stabs it into the dirt in front of him, and then sits, a glower on his face. ]
Late afternoon, after people disperse from the woods the execution was held, Natsuo did too but then he comes back. He'd gotten Dave's sword back. It hadn't killed him directly, but... Well.
He stabs it into the dirt in front of him, and then sits, a glower on his face. ]
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She's jerking up the moment the sword slices through the trunk with ease, and rushing to her feet as soon as Natsuo falls over.]
Oh my god! [Running over to him, offering her hand to lift him up.] Are you okay?!
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I'm okay! That surprised me... I thought for sure I'd be able to cut right through it. [ He takes her hand to haul himself up, and then strides over to the sword, giving the hilt a tug. It's stuck fast. He moves over to the side and places the heel of his shoe on the edge of the blade. ]
Help me out? I'll kick and you pull.