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ghosts i guess

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So you're probably dead. A couple of your party members made it to the L4D safehouse and triggered a respawn point, yaay. Anyone that's died is up and mobile again, you're in a sunnier part of the forest just after a large glass greenhouse that has more green foliage and less evil black junk. Regroup, figure out where to go next, avoid murderfest round two.

[Mission: stick together this time and find a way out. don't get murderized by ghosts. whatever ]

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[yeah doctor you go...scan things with the screwdriver. don't wander out of sight]

[sits down because fuck it's been a long night running around trying not to get killed]

Were we supposed to have come here? Like, was it on the map?

Yeah. Don't know if it's always been like this or if it's a recent development. You'd think they'd warn a guy, "hey, watch out for Haunted Forest if you like being alive"?

[leans back against a tree with hands in pockets. gonna wait it out.]

[frowns a little and picks at a blade of grass]

Maybe it's testing us.

Yeah well then flunk me out already cus I'm done playing the hunger games.

[pulls the little nametag out of his pocket and turns it over in his hand. it still grosses him out. looks at it with the most dismay]

[looks over and watches him a moment before looking back out to the field with a big breath. stubborn jaw.]

Chin up, we'll make it through. I know we well. I'll be damned if I let this place take me or you or any of them again. I'm not losing any one of you again.

[sighs through his nose and stuffs it back in jacket. he'd just chuck it but ditching important plot points isn't in his blood]

You giving me the we'll muddle through speech? Sister, I invented that speech. But I'm not playing any more freakin games or taking any tests.

[glances over at her and kind of smiles she's looking away, but it's like a post traumatic limpness smile that doesn't last long]

[takes a moment to not fall back on her own speech. usually there's some grounds for bullshiting a light at the end of the tunnel, but she's not quite so convinced herself this time.]

See to it you cut a way through. Works just as well since any other option seems to be bloody and gruesome. I'm not saying we play, I'm just saying...stop dying.

Yeah I'll get right on that.

[any other pro advice]

We're all holding our breath, hero.

[ chop chop. oh chosen one, save us. ]

Good. Keep it up.

[looks at him bitchily before throwing a glance toward the greenhouse. he'd check his watch if he wasn't sure time was screwy here too. taking a while in there. kind of tempted to bust the doors open and dig him up if he doesn't get his feathery ass front and center pronto]

[ yeah someone's taking their sweet time. ]

You reckon he took a wrong turn on his way back from hell?

Well if you managed to find your way out.

[raises eyebrows at him.]

Happened to know the lass who runs the place.

Old friends, you know how it is.

[ convenient eh. ]

You should be kissing the ass of whoever's pulling the strings around here, I bet she's not gonna be happy to see you when you do book that ticket downstairs. A bitch scorned, yadda.

[friendly protip. still staring out over to the green house though. distracted. you get half his attention, that's good enough]

Oh, I don't plan on returning down there any moment soon. You'll take care of that for me, won't you?

[ also looking at the green house now. maybe he'll drop from the sky and hit through the roof again. that would be fun. ]

Again.

You're giving me way too much credit.

[you have five more minutes cas or he's going to kamikaze it]

[ don't do anything reckless now. ]

If I know anything is that the man is hard to kill, he'll be back to bother us soon enough.

There's a lot of "it's gonna be okay" speeches going around today.

[finally looks at him but it's more out of what the fuck than anything. are you like trying to make him feel better or what is this, it's weird]

It was actually an attempt at "forget about him for a moment so we can leave this place already", but if you want to make it sound like I'm worried for his well-being, go ahead.

A little bit of sensibility will do good to my character.

[ you think i care? b-baka. ]

[so tsundere hook-chan. lifts eyebrows again and turns away. he'll accept this meager explanation in place of having to see hook in any kind of good light however bleak]

You could always try running off in the woods alone, I hear that worked great for everyone last time.

[go ahead. cmon.]

I'm too much of a team player to do that, mate.

[ ditch you assholes? never. ]

[ has the absolute worst case of flowerbedhead. ]

[ looks about as wobbly as he did after expelling the contents of purgatory, but he's made it about three steps out of the broken glass door by the time he spots dean. ]

...It's so disconcerting, that term. I think I prefer "dude."

Ah there he is!

[ turns to dean with the fakest relieved smiled ever. ]

Can we go now?

[his relieved smile otoh is not fake]

[wrapping an arm around his to help him with his case of the wobbles before you can say gay]

Took you so long?

[actually don't answer that you were left unattended with my corpse for an unreasonably long amount of time and there's no good answer to that question]

[ what use could he possibly have for your corpse dean it's your soul he has a profound bond with how's that for gay. ]

[ steadies himself with dean's help. ]

I'll tell you later. Much later. We're moving?

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