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Love the pics! Here, have the last update for Rebecca's route, and have some nice holidays! Link to update: Rebecca XII: Literary smackdown HenryEx fucked around with this message at 17:24 on Jan 4, 2018 |
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I'm guessing you don't care for Ash, either. It would help if he had a personality beyond being a pointlessly cryptic douche who thinks he's clever, so far.
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Just got caught up with this thread and man did I pick the best place to do it. I wasn't really a fan of Rebecca's characterization, either. But I gotta respect that she hit a goddamn ghost in the goddamn head with a book.
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The holidays gave me a good excuse to let this rest for a while, but it's about time i stop procrastinating and get this ball rolling again. Let's get started on the sixth route. Link to update: Ashton I: Out of a job HenryEx fucked around with this message at 19:43 on Jan 6, 2018 |
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On one hand, good on them for cutting so much of his 'I'm too cool for this' whining. On the other hand, if you're having to cut out most of the lines that go to the bedrock of the character's personality maybe he's not that great a character.
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Are you able to choose whichever character you want at the beginning? Because if so, this is a really good choice for progressing through the characters.
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Apologies for the mini rant about to occur. I didn’t mind Ash in previous chapters, but he’s somehow worse than Rebecca in his own mind. However, my big gripe is his whole narrative setup. He’s an anti social dick who hates everyone and everyone seems to hate him. Except his boss is close enough to him to randomly call when drunk or in the mood to complain about his wife? And then there’s the whole undercover thing. I’m not a cop, but isn’t there supposed to be oversight and not just sneaking into parties and calling it an undercover assignment. He comes off as an action movie cop getting vengeance on the villain, but they haven’t done enough to explain why the Luke hate boner to justify Ash going rogue. Sorry again for the rant. Looking forward to much internal rage this chapter.
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Kitala posted:And then there’s the whole undercover thing. I’m not a cop, but isn’t there supposed to be oversight and not just sneaking into parties and calling it an undercover assignment. I think he's just "undercover" in the sense that he's basically a plainclothes detective who doesn't openly wear a badge. But it seems like all of his friends know he's a cop and openly talk about it in public, which doesn't really help you maintain cover well.
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chitoryu12 posted:I think he's just "undercover" in the sense that he's basically a plainclothes detective who doesn't openly wear a badge. But it seems like all of his friends know he's a cop and openly talk about it in public, which doesn't really help you maintain cover well. I guess when he says undercover I’m thinking something like a stakeout where he’s just watching and waiting for something to happen. But if that were the case, I’d expect his boss to know about it. If he’s supposed to be hiding he’s a cop, there’s a different can of worms with that.
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He is an Anime Protagonist Cop, which means he gets to wear a dumb jacket with a fur liner and carry around a handgun that won't do poo poo to the ghost when it comes down to it.
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I don't know, that book did enough to knock away the ghost, maybe a gun might knock her out for a while to buy them some time to figure out how to get rid of her
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Yikes, I really wanted to like Ashton, thinking maybe his inner monologue will reveal some depth. But nope! It's done him no favors. Kinda disappointed, cos I think he had potential. Instead they're playing him completely straight. Maybe the remainder of his route will yet reveal something, but as it is he's pretty insufferable.
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I have a hard time imagining Luke as a criminal mastermind, but we'll see once we get there. In a moment of boredom at work, I decided that the butler should be the mastermind, and that's how he gets away with being an rear end to Luke. Probably won't happen but kept me entertained for a few minutes.
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I think Ashton does get slightly better over time, but it's a painful process. At least y'all don't need to rifle through most of his discarded acerbic musings, too.  Link to update: Ashton II: He saw her face, now he's a believer HenryEx fucked around with this message at 18:07 on Jan 12, 2018 |
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HerpicleOmnicron5 posted:Luke's actually alright deep down. The issue is that it's very deep down. Very deep down. I just have to go back and remind myself of people thinking that Luke is secretly decent when he's a racist who may have murdered an old woman to replace her bakery with a hotel.
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chitoryu12 posted:I just have to go back and remind myself of people thinking that Luke is secretly decent when he's a racist who may have murdered an old woman to replace her bakery with a hotel. Ok yeah, that's pretty damning evidence against him. He's a shitter.
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To make up for the fact that i didn't get to post an update this week, you'll get two today! The first one didn't have a vote, either. Sorry for the wait. Link to update: Ashton III: Enter Z-man HenryEx fucked around with this message at 21:12 on Jan 16, 2018 |
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Link to update: Ashton IV: Entering and breaking HenryEx fucked around with this message at 21:13 on Jan 16, 2018 |
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I was curious and apparently the "Gecko" Ash mentioned is a real thing. You install it inside a card reader and it records the signal of a valid card swipe, which you can then repeat.
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chitoryu12 posted:I was curious and apparently the "Gecko" Ash mentioned is a real thing. You install it inside a card reader and it records the signal of a valid card swipe, which you can then repeat. Neat! The thing used to hack Wiis and use cheats on them was also called a Gecko USB and ran a GeckoOS, so i just assumed it's some kind of name for hack-y tools. Oh, and i should mention something: We're in the second-to-last route of the game, and as we're quickly going to run out of choices, this is about where we start to "lock in" certain relationships and the endings they influence. So these are the last few chances you'll get to decide who Ashton ends up with. This is the latest on Ashton's interpersonal relationships:  So, currently we're having him on fast track to end up with Isabella - or rather, we're having her end up with him? Zachary is sadly out of the game, and the option to have Ash end up like that is still out there - but just in case Ashton survives and you don't want him to go out with Isabella, now's the chance to torpedo their relationship.
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I gotta admit, this was probably my favorite escape sequence so far.  Elevators already have the potential to be a little unsettling for me, and so to couple that with Sadako just scurrying closer bit by bit...brrr. This game can be wordy as gently caress, but I do like the horror.
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Pangurban posted:I gotta admit, this was probably my favorite escape sequence so far. Yeah, i've said before that most of the horror doesn't work for me, but the evelator scene works really well. And a fun fact: When they first released a kickstarter beta of the game (presumably a mockup of early parts of Isabella's route), one of the biggest points of feedback aside from wanting this like a journal, an event flowchart and a relationship chart, was that the game was too wordy. There was just too much to read. The devs were very surprised that someone would complain about reading in a VN. quote:The game is too wordy, shorten the narration. This feedback surprised us the most. Since we're making a VN, we never expected people to say that our demo is too wordy, detailed, and that we should shorten it. Fate Stay Night, Grisaia and other renown VNs are excruciatingly long and detailed, yet people loved it. Anyway, we'll do our best to shorten the narration (or transfer some details to another section of the story) without sacrificing content. Mind you, this was even before many of the backer characters were set in stone, and before writing on routes 4-7 had even begun. So it might have been worse than even Ashton's route before the great Monologue Axing.
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HenryEx posted:And a fun fact: When they first released a kickstarter beta of the game (presumably a mockup of early parts of Isabella's route), one of the biggest points of feedback aside from wanting this like a journal, an event flowchart and a relationship chart, was that the game was too wordy. There was just too much to read. The devs were very surprised that someone would complain about reading in a VN. See, Routes 1 - 3 were solid in that respect. I even thought Marianne's route was pretty solidly paced. So I could absolutely believe they took an axe to those and had it be for the better. But I've also been watching an ongoing video Let's Play of this game, and they went from doing Isabella and Zach's route in one six hour video to Rebecca needing six hours on her own and Ashton needing close to seven. I do get that a lot of that time is probably inflated by design since a two-person video LP can have a lot of diversion, but still. I think part of what bothers me about Rebecca and Ash's route so far is that it's not just a lot of internal pontificating, it's the same internal pontificating, sometimes back to back, only rephrased just slightly. Sometimes it seemed like Rebecca had to describe how much things had changed since she was a kid three different times in any given scene before she was satisfied. I'd imagine that, even if these other VNs they listed were long, it could have actually, y'know. Involved more plot. I don't know how many of you are familiar with Nanowrimo, but the basic idea is that you write 1666 words a day and end the month with a 50k manuscript. Rebecca and Ashton's narration reminds me a lot of late nights I'd spend using every trick in the book to inflate my word count because I lost track of time. Using 20 words to say 5 is a common one I'd rely on. I know this shouldn't bother me as much as it does, admittedly. But I needed to vent that a little bit.
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Elevators are never good times in a horror game. They're a big metal cage you walk into and then trust it moves to the right place and opens. There is so much to go wrong.
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Glazius posted:Elevators are never good times in a horror game. They're a big metal cage you walk into and then trust it moves to the right place and opens. There is so much to go wrong. They're also never good times in real life. Make sure to use stairs as often as you can!
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I have some assistance for Rebecca's VA. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c42dvgPIfSk
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chitoryu12 posted:I have some assistance for Rebecca's VA. Judging by the video's comments, she appreciates the help.  What a timely thread revival! Been gone for a while. If you're wondering what i've used most of my free time on in the last two weeks, just imagine me dumping thousands and thousands of liters of rain/floodwater down the toilet for most of that first week, manually. Wish i'd had a pump to do that instead of sucking the water from a small hatch in the wall just below the floor's level with an industrial vacuum, and tossing out the water every minute. But the pump i rented turned out to be broken when i wanted to use it, and the van that a friend wanted to lend me to transport all the not-yet-ruined furniture (there was a living room in that flooded basement) died on the way here - it was just a calvacade of misfortunes and stress. So, many many hours of holding a vacuum into a small chute and dumping water into the toilet. But the good news is that i have the next week off and nothing to do aside from checking up on my recently hospitalized father from time to time, so i should finally be able to get this thing back on track! I'll begin work on that immediately, with the next update: Ashton VI: Alone with Isabella But this already answers all of it, doesn't it? Those deaths? Just how many copies of the letter are out there? Isabella can't have the only one if other people are also getting cursed. Could it be that the one she has shown us is just one of five? Maybe even more? That whole pass this to five people business is ridiculous, but at this point, is it still? All in all, we've found twenty-one people who might've read the letter. Seven of them, deceased. Eight, if we count Cooper. And that's only with what we can find right now. We have no idea how the contractors and specialists hired from outside the company are doing, if we are in any way affected. How many more people are suffering? How many are missing? How many are dead? Can I still even blame the Wrights for this? If anything, they might be in danger as well. I don't think I can wish a curse upon anyone, no matter how big of a douche-bag Luke Wright is. There's also that woman. How do we get out of this mess? How do we get away from her? poo poo. Still so many things we need to look into. Yet all my body wants to do is pace, burn out whatever excess energy there is in me. Inside mine? There are too many and none of them would sit still.  (*Isabella laughs*)   Despite that, she still reaches out to me, tugging at my sleeve, almost desperately. Her hands are trembling and there's a tremor in her voice when she speaks. Without the cheer, only fear remains. One that she has been burdened with from the beginning.  Yet, despite my reluctance, I find myself returning her hold in kind. A grasp. Warm and light enough for comfort. Not a promise, but the closest thing to it.  Black tendrils twist and coil around my limbs. Soft footfalls echo from the far distance. Scurrying. Scampering. Moving in an odd rhythm with the sharp, piercing notes of her laughter. A scream threatens to burst, but my throat closes off. Ever so slowly, a chill seeps into every nerve in my body, washing away every sensation in me, apart from one. There is only fear. (*ghostly laughter*) The ground trembles. The world slows to a stop. (*gasp*) Isabella's apartment. Pushing myself upright, my eyes wander idly towards her prone form. She's hunched over the coffee table, both her arms under her head while she continues to rest. Then, to the chaos of papers and folders we've left scattered over it, before sleep has claimed both of us. We've bunkered down here last night. After both our nerves have calmed down; mine, for the most part. Staying together was an unspoken invitation. And anyway, I'm pretty sure neither of us wants to remain alone, when there's that— that woman. Is she still one in the first place? One that we'd normally call a 'human'? Can it still feel guilt? Does it understand pain? The paper sitting on the edge of the table calls my attention, at this, light against my hand when I reach for it. It has caught my eye the night before, but with the lot we still need to go through, I've simply ignored it. The logo emblazoned at the top of the page, however, provides this paper a whole new meaning. Not for me, but definitely for her.  Despite how things have panned out with her father, she's one step closer to this part of her life. As silly as this may sound, coming from a 'friend', I— I'd like to give her the chance to have this. Whether this means stepping out of my comfort zone and figuring what the deal with this curse is, I'll do so. If only to see that same smile on her from that time again. These days, the only moments she seems to show it is when she's asleep. Like right now, no matter how uncomfortable she appears. A smile of my own forms, despite this, when I glance at her sleeping form again. She hasn't moved since; her shoulders rising and falling in a slow, even rhythm with her breathing. You won't think she has any problems this way. (*heavy sigh*) Isabella shifts when I carry her off from the floor and over to her bed, but doesn't wake; simply tucks herself comfortably under the covers I pull over her. Briefly, though, she mumbles something to herself and draws in another deep breath.  In the meantime, I still have two other people I need to check with. Isabella will definitely get in a tizzy if I don't check on them. Not unusual in itself. This is what Luxbourne's weather is supposed to be. A bit cold, damp for the most part, and more often than not, terribly drab with an occasional sprinkling of rain every few hours. The sky's still clear, but I'll give it a day or two, before the weather takes a turn for the worse. I've complained about the awful rains for years, despite having lived here my entire life. I have to admit, though, seeing it return to the usual feels extremely reassuring. At least, something's still normal in the world, when I can no longer think the same for the situation we're in. A nightmare... that's probably all this is. Usually, I'll say: I've been through worse. But that's simply another lie I've often told myself, isn't it? And I've fed myself a great deal of lies through the years, just so I won't have to think about it the next day. Maybe we won't even have this problem, if I haven't been running away and ignoring things; hiding them someplace no one will see, because I've since believed doing so is a show of weakness. Zach's probably right. Perhaps I've always been afraid there's some drat truth to what Isabella's been saying, knowing I've no clue how to deal with it. And now... after it has stared at me right in the face, I'm at a lost. Scared shitless, in fact. Z-man has shown me photographs, mentioned weird things happening around him these past few days. Bottomline? He likely knows as much about this as I do. Why else would he approach me? 'The guy who knows stuff', according to him. In the end all I've done is give him the brush-off. Some 'reliable guy' I am. Hell, Rebecca's probably in the same boat — grasping for anything that might provide an answer, a way out of this. What can any of us do, when all of us lacks any understanding of what's happening? One thing's clear about this, however: that thing is after us because... because of the letter. It's the only reason we didn't check on her last night, aside from the ungodly hour Isabella and I arrived. We'll only alarm her by showing up in her home in the middle of the night, acting like babbling lunatics. And her anger can last quite awhile. These days, it seems the only one she can easily forgive is Isabella; but even with her, Becca's fuming still takes hours. I run my hand through my hair and straighten out my jacket before knocking. Once, twice, and three times just to be sure she has heard me, even if she is asleep. (*knock knock*)  I've been trained to handle dire situations, but the feeling has been doing that quite frequently, since last night. My mind begins to anticipate the worst, and in the next minute, concern has mixed in with my thoughts and I bang my fist on the door. Louder, this time. She'll definitely be livid. But I'd rather face her wrath than a dead body. (*urgent knocking*) ???: Your girlfriend left early this morning, pretty boy! So, if you could do us a bloody favor and shut up, that'd be real loving polite! He's a huge rear end in a top hat, too. Course of action, so people like him won't ruin your day? Act like the nicest person on the planet. Has done me wonders when I was a rookie patrolling the streets. No need to match his temper. NEIGHBOR: I don't know. She said something about meeting someone or something. In case Filipina girl over there asks. But what am I? Her keeper? You know, some people want to sleep in on a bloody Sunday, so keep it down! I was looking forward to this weekend. Thanks, you drat git. (*slam*) So, Rebecca's not here; I must've missed her by an hour or so. But at least she's not alone. She should be safe... in theory. More so, if the person she's meeting with is who I am thinking. There's Zach, to boot. Rebecca's not alone but I can't say the same for the big guy. A simple phone call to the both of them should do the trick. It'll ease my nerves, at any rate. It's better than rushing over to Zach's place or assuming Rebecca's whereabouts, and finding out they're not where I've guessed they should be. Assuming the worst will come next, which I'd rather avoid this early. Any other reason, I won't bother them, but an emergency begs for urgency. This is one, right? Even if it isn't, anxiety from concern dulls judgement. Something I most certainly can't afford to lose at any given time, especially right now. Any means to calm it will do wonders for the muddled mess my mind is already in.  But these three — these three have chosen to stay for some reason. Without wanting or asking for anything. Unlike the others, none has Zach's kindness, Rebecca's patience, nor the sincerity in Isabella's eyes. One day, these guys are just there, the next thing I know, being with them eases it. That heavy, sombre feeling lingering in the air when you stand alone in your apartment, or something as simple as spending your day-off without anyone. I'll say it's loneliness, but this carries much more depth than that. If I can help it, I don't want to lose any of them to some stupid curse. A phone call may be the least comforting thing at the moment— Honestly, I prefer being in the same room with them right now, but I'll take what I can get.   (*phone ringing*) Another second passes. Two. Three. But when, on the ninth ring, it goes straight to her voicemail, a cold feeling instantly lodges in my stomach.  In the event that woman shows up, she'll have someone with her; someone she'll be able to ask for help. She's safe. She can handle herself. Becca might have a fiery temper, but she knows when she's faced with something she can't handle herself. Rebecca will see my missed call and she'll call me back. Though I don't express it enough, Rebecca is someone I consider important to me.  No one believes it when I say it, but I've surely had my awful moments as a bratty kid and as a horrible teen. Issues. I've too many of them to count and refused to deal with for a time... At least, that's what Andrew likes to tell me. I tend to think nothing of it. It has mellowed down over the years, thanks to the Professor, mostly. But at times, I do wonder if it still burdens me the way it did all those years ago. After all, I was terrible, especially around the time of my parents' separation. Looking back at it now, I had no reason to direct all my frustration towards everyone else. While I wasn't a kid who lashed out at anyone, preferring to keep it to myself and turning those negative feelings into more productive things— I've grown distant from a lot of people because of it. From my old friends back in my old school and the neighbors I've hung out with before moving. A habit I've likely brought with me into adulthood. I was just so... angry with everyone and everything. All I kept thinking about was myself, wondering why me? In retrospect, I was a selfish, little bastard who thought the world revolved around me. That I shouldn't have been going through it. I believed my behavior was entitled; that I had the right. Tough times, but she stuck with me. 'Snapped me out of my little sulk', as she often phrases it, whenever she sees the chance to bring it up. She didn't tolerate my bullshit, but she didn't leave me alone either. If anything, the whole thing made her stick around. Her concern may have grown a bit overbearing as the years went by, but she's still an old friend, nevertheless. I owe her a lot. That won't change.  Zach, on the other hand... That guy attracts trouble no matter how much he tries to avoid it. Doesn't help how he hasn't been too hot lately with a lot of people. His mention of plans yesterday doesn't sit too well with me, either. He might be the next responsible adult after Rebecca, out of the four of us, but I've still gotta check on the big guy. Make sure he's doing okay, at the very least, whatever he has planned on doing. All I'm asking is for it not to be idiotic. He's a sensible guy, I'm sure. However, desperation clings and pushes people to do things; rational or irrational, it doesn't matter. Clear thinking flies out the window the moment you're in danger, and I sincerely hope he has not found himself in a tricky situation. His phone doesn't even ring before he answers. Or his voicemail, at least.  Unlike Rebecca and I, he took the time to listen to what Isabella said. And even if he didn't believe it, he was definitely the first one to offer help or try to do something. If he ends up trouble doing whatever it is, so help me, I'm going to— Well, I can't be rash. I'm aware of that. Been running the same reminder in my head since last night. But if something happens, I'm certain my reaction won't be pretty. The added guilt from those times I've repeatedly dismissed him will surely haunt me.  It wasn't anything sudden and some part of me is still that rookie. But I've grown, thanks to him; he tempers that part of me. Considering how our first impressions went, I'm lucky he stuck around. Becca and I may have spent a lot of years together as children, but Zach? He's— He's probably the closest thing I'll call to a 'best friend', though it's more than that; a camaraderie no words can express. He has my back and I'll always have his. He's a brother I've never had the luck of ever having; only child and all. Regardless, I continue dialling for his phone another three times, like I've done with Becca's.  (*click*) Just not when it comes to people I'm close to. Much as I keep reminding myself to maintain a level-head, it's a whole different matter when it's someone you know. Personal feelings will likely get involved at some point. It's starting now, actually. With the anxious strings coiling and uncoiling, causing a racket, inside my stomach. It annoys me that all I can do right now is grit my teeth and trudge back to Isabella's apartment. Useless. That's what I am in the face of this. A mad dash around Luxbourne and Anslem isn't going to help things. It's not like I'll simply stumble across them on the side of the road during a drive. This city's too-big a place for one person to go searching for only two people. I'll be lucky if I even glimpse the hair of either of them. With one last frustrated glance towards the open skies, I slip back into Isabella's apartment and slam the door behind me. (*blam*) More so, when it's the people you care about. After that close call, Ashton spent the night at Isabella’s, only to be kept awake by nightmares. At an utter lost and with all of his beliefs overturned, Ashton decided to check on Zachary and Rebecca. Unfortunately, neither returned his calls… ???: Ash, did you really have to shut it like that? After that, whenever our schedule allows it, one of them will invite everyone to dinner or lunch, instead of eating out. Rebecca prefers it that way; healthier, she claims. Zach's just too happy to be able to cook for everyone. Isabella, on the other hand... As long as there's food, she's happy. Me? I've been banned from the kitchen ever since the pressure cooker incident. Easier times. Good times. Right now, however, the scene brings an odd sense of normalcy. A strange fit with all of the things going on around us. Not unwelcome; only... bizarre, I suppose? Isabella doesn't follow-up on her question earlier, but she does raise an eyebrow my way when I take too long to answer. For that, I only offer a casual shrug in response and a short answer. Nevertheless, it's clear she has plenty of questions. It's right there in the subtle crease between her eyebrows and the inquisitive gleam in her eyes. Curious as she is, though, she decides against voicing all of her questions out. Instead, she shifts her attention back to the stove and gestures vaguely with her hand in the couch's direction.  The papers we've gotten from BRC doesn't provide any comfort, either. Seriously, is there even a point to those after last night? What will asking those people do? If anything, this only proved there might be more copies of that dumb piece of paper? We have one here, but how many exactly is there out there? More importantly, how do we get out of this stupid mess? ???: Ashton.   So much for trying not to alarm her with bad news.  Though, from the get go, it doesn't look as appetizing. She tells me my tastes are weird, yet here she is, handing me something equally as... strange. In fact, she has already started digging in hers. I'm just not sure if the taste will be equally as appealing. Baffled, I glance her way. She offers no immediate answer. Simply continues eating as if she hasn't done so in a week, with her focus solely on the television. She's not watching, however. Just listening. As a background noise, the voices from it seems too cheerful; a welcome distraction, if anything. It's only after she has finished off half of the bowl, does she acknowledge the question in my eyes. With a sigh, she cradles the dish on her lap and looks down at it. Briefly, her lips part, then closes. A hesitation, though I don't push her. There's a distant air on her, as if she has remembered something that warrants a poignant thought. When she speaks at last, it's in a tone too careful. Like she's still weighing her words, considering the proper phrasing for it. Yet, sincerity underlies each syllable once they're out in the open.  But that's it, isn't it? We don't know when, and at present, we have a chance at respite; maybe the only one we'll have. Even if it's as mundane as sharing food between us; quietly, just seating side by side like this, without exchanging any words. The intent hangs unspoken in the air; something that probably goes as far back as the second she offered food. Still, in the end, Isabella's never pushes it. Rather, she lets her own silence convey her hope.  It seems like a very Ashton thing to do to refuse Isabella's offer. Well, not refuse, but more like worm your way out of it with some vaguely defined notions. You know, the thing he's also doing whenever someone asks him about the Wrights. Look man, if you don't want that, i'd gladly take it off your hands! OTOH, he seemed to have some kind of mini-epiphany just now. He actually inferred the intended meaning and, let's say, symbolism of the gesture, even if he finds it to be silly. Have the recent happenings shaken him enough to go against his character? Will he actually eat the (alleged) food crime? POLL: Chocolate, uh... rice pudding?
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Clearly if we encounter a disgusting ghost it will only slow us down to lose the contents of our stomachs first.
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No matter how much I hate the idea of anyone ending up with Ash I can't help but always vote for him being less of an arse.
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Feb 10, 2018 16:28
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Thesaya posted:No matter how much I hate the idea of anyone ending up with Ash I can't help but always vote for him being less of an arse.
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How is your father doing?
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