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Heart Game: Hurricane - Run 3

[At first, all is still; all is silent.]

[The only light is the light from your phone, where a checklist has taken over the screen. It reads:]

___ Make a change
___ Repair something
___ Protect something
___ Find the True Heart
___ Survive

[Then the light comes up, bright, and then brighter, and you are in…]

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[ NOT GOOD. Alright okay... ]

Hurricane...?

[ He supposes if he was anywhere nearby he'd answer. Either way... ]

. . . We have to keep those things from getting in here.

[ For that reason, he'll start looking for bricks, boards, and anything else he can find to help board this room up and keep others from getting in that aren't welcome here. ]

[Inside, light is streaming in through the shattered windows, the late afternoon sun catching the dust motes, slow and lazy. The rest of the room is dark, all elegant lines and deep shadows.]

[The pews are full.]

[There are a lot of people – more people than you've seen in one place since the day the skies were torn apart.]

[You squint, half sun-blind from stepping into the church from bright daylight; the silhouettes are familiar shapes, the features all familiar faces.]

[There's Nemesis, all her scars unzipped, more blood than person.]

[There's A, his intestines a tangle on the ground.]

[There's K, the axe marks bloody crescents all up and down his side.]

[There's Requiem, her head cut away]

[There's Nemesis, skin waxy-pale, dead of a bullet wound.]

[There's an angel, riddled with needles that protrude from his skin.]

[There's D.Va, her back a red mass of shredded flesh, like so much strawberry jam.]

[There's Emet, clawed and chewed to little more than raw meat.]

[There's Requiem, deep claw marks scoring her chest and arms.]

[There's King, and Yugi, and Intensity, and Requiem, motionless and charred.]

[There's Nemesis, burnt and blackened, her still face lined with pain.]

[The sight of them comes with pain, a low, persistent throb somewhere in the center of your chest. Your eyes sting with tears; the sense that this is your fault closes in on you, near suffocating.]

Oh gross. Are you okay?

[There is a pile of bricks and some extra mortar in the corner; also, some boards, rusty nails, and a dusty hammer.]

Ah.... I'd seen them before in Hurricane's memories, but not so close-up. Are you all right? You didn't have an encounter, did you?

Wednesday, are you okay?

. . . Maybe it is not best to linger there.

[Okay.

[That has to be the worst set of photos Wednesday has ever shared.

[Since there doesn't seem to be much else to do here but sigh over what a mess it all is, she's going to head North.]

[ GUESS HE'S GETTING TO WORK. And he's trying to move fast since he knows there isn't much time. He doesn't know if this is helpful... if this is considered 'fixing'. But it's a small way of trying to protect, and he hopes it helps in some meaningful way. ]

[ Walking along behind him after dismounting and--

SQUEAKS, leaping into the air when she accidentally trods on what turns out to be a corpse. With her naked toe beans. ]

--Okay, this is way worse than I expected!

Just checking in—

Sabre and I are in Ruined San Francisco.

Where is everyone right now?

Please don't worry, Hiryuu-chan. I think they were all dead.

[She's not sure she'd be here if they weren't.]

They're pretty big...?

[The work goes quickly enough. How are you barricading the room, and from what side?]

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Sorry. I'm all right though, Cobalt-san... it's just not very nice here, that's all.

[to the north]

Yeah, wow. I'm not sure I know even know how to begin repairing this.

[He's thinking about it really hard but only got a 7 INT roll]

I'm okay. I'm moving on, Levi-kun, please don't worry about me.

[ She probably ought to have realized from the graves outside what this was for. She freezes in the doorway. ]

How....

[ How can she help this? Rebuild the building--maybe. If there was time. But. A church full of bodies? The bodies of friends? Loved ones?

... They're not real. She has to remind herself... they're not real, but representations of--things Hurricane has witnessed. The things he's feeling. His pain, almost suffocating.

... ]

[With an 7 Int, you are pretty sure it's hopeless.]

[But maybe if you looked around some more...?]

[ While he thinks really hard she's gonna start kicking dirt over some of these corpses YIKES YIKES YIKES ]

Where are you guys?

[Actually this looks like a terrible idea maybe let's go NORTH again.]

[ ...

She has to help him bear this. And these--things, they shouldn't be left alone like this--lined up like this. The dead should rest.

She's going to carry the dead bodies one by one to the graves. Hopefully they're empty. ]

Uh?

[WAVES???]

[ He's securing the window as best as possible-- he'll add brick if possible!! He'll double seal the door with the brick also if possible, and any parts of the walls that look as though they might have a weak point he's hammering some boards on in with them rusty nails. ]

I will always worry about you.

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