Day 13: Investigation

[pandatreasure]

[Morning comes, and with it, a distinct sense of unease. The raccoons spared no feelings in their offers yesterday, and even tried to ensure a murderer could get away with it... Only if everything goes according to the raccoons' plans, though, and that hasn't really been the case so far, has it? Haven't you been doing so well these not-quite-two weeks?

In some cultures, thirteen is considered an unlucky number, you know.]

((Groups of 2-3 tops under each toplevel, please! We shouldn't need more than one person at each toplevel so please don't double up and give other people a chance to explore.

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[respendent]

[ Sorry Tsumugi— the dolls catch his attention way before the book does. Tsmugi, with all that's happened, catches his eye first and he picks it up very carefully, and then sets it aside, back down with the Eichi-kun. It's clearly where he belongs, with the four of them in the outfits from fine. Days that were both cruel and more shining than anything— with everything else happening, Tsumugi-kun had turned back to those days and created a set that would be forever together, standing side-by-side in that era. He'll leave Tsumugi-kun with the others, his imperfect Hiyori doll and Eichi.

But Hiyori can't help but to pick up the Nagisa-kun and hold it tight in his arms a moment either.

He sits with it in the closet a moment, then opens his eyes and finally notices the book. ]

[fineprinted]

[ yep, that sure is a book. it looks ordinary for a hot second (just like tsumugi, really), but he did try to hide it when hiyori was snooping around on their first day here...

hm.

when hiyori does choose to open it though, the book does tell the story of tsumugi's exploits during the war, how he was at eichi's beck and call every time while keeping an eye out for nagisa and hiyori back in the day - same old, same old.

until it mentioned something that the rest of the former members did not know, even eichi himself - that tsumugi had set fire to these records on a wintry day. there's even a bit of ash here and there if you turn the page to further prove this point. ]

[respendent]

[ Hiyori skims for the most part. He knows it, he remembers these times. He chooses to look upon them with fondness most days, especially when showered with affection from upon the stage but sometimes— when he looks at Touri from the new fine— he remembers how many ruined idols they scaffolded their success with. He left Yumenosaki because of that.

And here Tsumugi had burned the records, so their misdeeds never marred their records, even if left a black mark on their souls.

For whose sake was that for, Hiyori wonders. It doesn't seem like Tsumugi-kun to do it for himself, but he'd never even known. Eichi-kun either, according to this book. He runs his hand through the ash, then wipes his dirty fingertips clean on the pages— Tsumugi-kun is gone now, just like the records, and with him any chance of making sense of it again.

Ah, it really is a foul Eve, isn't it?

He stands up, taking the book with him, along with the Nagisa doll. ]