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( KILL LOG - QUER )
[It's quiet out in the city. The sun perpetually hangs over the horizon, granting illumination to the cobbled streets even after nighttime. Under any other circumstances, perhaps taking a stroll from the Botanical Gardens back to the motel would have been peaceful — but. Well. That's not really the case here. Not with the murders and trials hanging over everyone's heads, alongside this week's night terrors.
It's no wonder that as Quer heads out of the gardens, intent of returning to the motel, that misfortune strikes. Now, it's time to set the scene.]
It's no wonder that as Quer heads out of the gardens, intent of returning to the motel, that misfortune strikes. Now, it's time to set the scene.]
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[which is the truth. every now and then the ones she had in there would fade and die, so she replaced them.]
...You've been crying. What are you doing out here this late? Trying to clear your head?
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[Lies. Akane glances down and sees Junpei at Quer's feet, a knife sticking out of his back. Lies. She takes another step closer.]
Actually, I was looking for you.
[One more step. Now.
She swings the cleaver, but having to bring it out from behind her back makes the arc awkward. It's not going to hit its intended goal at Quer's throat.]
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she sees the cleaver brought out, brings up an arm to hold off a glancing blow and steps back, the other grabbing for the file in her clothes. it's small, but Quer knows it can cut, the bright shine of it like a dagger in her fist.]
What's wrong with you?
[the words are a screech, loud and piercing, a reaction. she's done nothing to Akane, and she wasn't going to be a pawn in this game. if she can be shaken to her senses, Quer wants to try instead of needing to rip her heart out in revenge.]
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It doesn't matter, though. There's no backing out now.]
What's wrong with me? Are you kidding me? You killed them!
[There are tears in her eyes again, catching a glint of sunlight as she raises the cleaver into another swing.]
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[not here. not in this place. the only things she's killed have been insects bent on killing them, and she's been playing this smart.
but this body is so fragile. Akane's next swing catches that upraised arm, and Quer feels pain and bleeding - foreign sensations, still. if she's too cowardly, she'll die here.
so instead of running back, she lunges out with the file, aiming for whatever part of Akane she can reach. she'll teach this one to think she can so easily land blows on her.]
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[She's punctuating every word with a swing, but the third one is cut short by the file catching her arm. It tears easily through cloth and skin, leaving a small but painful cut.]
So you already had a weapon ready, huh? There's no point even trying to deny it now!
[She's burning with adrenaline, but Akane still has to slow down and catch her breath a little after that initial burst of action. She's simply not built for this.]
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[Akane needs a minute, but Quer's taking advantage, slashing out again and trying to avoid her slashes. she's not as nimble as she wants to be, but she's driven - that rage that she hides is welling back up. strike, get her to back off and stop. she'll leave this one to the fog if she has to.]
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Like me? You mean people trying to get revenge?
[Nothing's going to stop her now. She needs to finish this.]
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[her hand's already weakened from the acid earlier in the week, and the blow causes her to drop it. fine. she loses one weapon, but she has some that can't be dropped. her nails are filed sharp as claws, and they can still do damage.
closer. she needs to get closer to Akane if she's got any chance of doing what she wants.]
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[Fortunately for Quer, the distance between is about to get closed right now. Akane lunges forward, emboldened by disarming her foe to go for another swing at her throat.]
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With a snarl, she grabs at Quer with her free hand and tries to push her away. She's so close now, all she needs is a better angle to strike and...]
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the cleaver. quickly, Quer reaches for the cleaver with a hand, but it leaves her neck unprotected.]
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Then the moment breaks. As Quer's hand snakes out for the cleaver, Akane slashes it one final time. It cuts through the carotid artery, releasing a stream of blood in its wake.
The sight of her success makes Akane pause, her grip on the weapon loosening. What has she done?]
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the metal bites into her throat, the blood flowing, and Quer knows a fact as keenly as she did once before. this is enough. this will end it.
I curse you, Akane Kurashiki.
though she cannot speak the words through the pain and the dark, she says them in her heart, loud enough to reach heaven. she curses this one for killing her, when there was no need. when she did nothing, when it was not even fortune turning and saying that justice would be enacted by a divine hand.
a hand comes up to pathetically try and stop the flow of blood, her other still lunging forward to grab the weapon. she gets it from loosened grip, she has it, and Quer has one final plan. before she dies, she needs....she needs to do this. for the others. to make it easier. she can't do this secretly, but there is so little time to care.
she lets go of her neck, reaching for her head to take down something that Akane can't see, and Quer drops the cleaver-]
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the deed is done. it will be hidden until it is found, and that is her gift to those who will find her. no worrying about what did this. it will be there, with the marks she has left on Akane's body.
cold comes in, and she finds herself too weak to stand, her legs collapsing. she's not tired, but the blood flows, taking her energy with it. she can't barely breathe, the rage and emotion that requires energy and life draining from her face, because all there is in her is pain and her own heartbeat.
life fades as she thinks about those that she prays are safe, away, hidden, and the last thought is half of a memory.
sister...I can smell the flowers...
Quer has gone quiet and still.]
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Then the life bleeds out of Quer, and Akane knows she has done something unforgivable.
She's never killed anyone with her own hands before. There's blood on her hands, blood everywhere, and everyone's going to know. They're going to know, they're going to execute her for it, and for once in her life she can't afford to die now.
It's all gone wrong.
She flees the scene of her crime, tears streaming down her face, and tries to think of how to fix this.]
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a bouquet of fresh picked flowers, and a bloody cleaver.]