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soul_campaign2012-03-21 02:39 pm
dissenter) wrote in soul_campaign2012-03-21 02:39 pm
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002 (feb. 3) / video.
[qilby looks no more old or haggard than usual, which is a little weird considering the events of the past few days. if anything, he looks... energetic. tired about the eyes -- like he hasn't slept -- but he's got a bright, attentive look in them.
the possible reason for both his lack of sleep and strange vigilance is readily apparent. the table he's recording from is covered in papers -- any paper he could get his hand on -- and the papers are covered in messy, foreign letters and drawings. the one he's writing on now is visible from the camera...]
Before I forget -- and yesterday's a day I'd certainly like to forget -- I feel I owe some individuals my gratitude for their assistance. [a pointed look. white-haired broody guy, demona, natsu, hades... you know who you are.] It's thanks only to them and the rest of the city's defenders that neither I nor many others ended up a statistic in the Death City Times.
[now that that's over with, qilby taps his pencil idly on the paper before him.] I need to know something, though. Do we know what a soul is? I mean, I've read as much as I can on the subject, but... [his ever-present smile falters, for once.] Forgive me for the morbidity, but if ours are destroyed, what happens to us? I'd heard of guests who've died in this world only to return later with no memories of what happened. And I've heard of guests who've been sent back to their world, souls intact, to show up again recalling everything they'd previously experienced.
As far as us other-worlders are concerned, it seems like our souls in particular are... Almost a repository for all our accumulated knowledge and power gained since coming here. But the same can't be said of people originally from this world, it seems.
[a pause, a pained look.] I saw... Many humans have their souls removed, yesterday. I don't suppose there's the possibility of a return for them -- not like we've the privilege of having.
the possible reason for both his lack of sleep and strange vigilance is readily apparent. the table he's recording from is covered in papers -- any paper he could get his hand on -- and the papers are covered in messy, foreign letters and drawings. the one he's writing on now is visible from the camera...]
Before I forget -- and yesterday's a day I'd certainly like to forget -- I feel I owe some individuals my gratitude for their assistance. [a pointed look. white-haired broody guy, demona, natsu, hades... you know who you are.] It's thanks only to them and the rest of the city's defenders that neither I nor many others ended up a statistic in the Death City Times.
[now that that's over with, qilby taps his pencil idly on the paper before him.] I need to know something, though. Do we know what a soul is? I mean, I've read as much as I can on the subject, but... [his ever-present smile falters, for once.] Forgive me for the morbidity, but if ours are destroyed, what happens to us? I'd heard of guests who've died in this world only to return later with no memories of what happened. And I've heard of guests who've been sent back to their world, souls intact, to show up again recalling everything they'd previously experienced.
As far as us other-worlders are concerned, it seems like our souls in particular are... Almost a repository for all our accumulated knowledge and power gained since coming here. But the same can't be said of people originally from this world, it seems.
[a pause, a pained look.] I saw... Many humans have their souls removed, yesterday. I don't suppose there's the possibility of a return for them -- not like we've the privilege of having.
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he nods. no, the thought isn't particularly comforting -- considering he wasn't a fan of being without his powers for very long -- but he won't intimate that thought. le change of subject.] A detective, eh? The city seems to have quite a few of those.
[a keen look.] You've heard about those recent murders then, I take it? Nasty business, that...
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I understand that many criminals end up becoming kishin eggs in their own right -- I hope this isn't what we're seeing take root here.
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[from the look on his face, it's apparent he doesn't think this is the nicest possible explanation.]
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I don't want to jump to too many conclusions and theories without further investigation, but judging by the articles in the newspaper alone, one man had a criminal record and the other had an episode of drunken criminal activity. What if our suspect believes he's doing good for this world?
Another possibility is this is all related to the black blood incident in the water supply. Whether our killer was a victim of the poison or whether he was the one who poisoned the supply in the first place remains to be seen. But the first murder puts him near the main water supply and shortly thereafter the announcement about the black blood was made. It certainly is suspicious.
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I suppose we won't know for sure if it was the black blood until either the culprit is found and explains himself or... Until he kills again. Hopefully it won't come to that -- the Agency seems like a capable bunch and you especially so, for your age.
But if it wasn't because of the witches, then it seems we simply have an arrogant madman loose in the city. [le sigh. neither situation is particularly heartening.] I do hope it's not one of the guests.
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My father was a detective so I've been exposed to it for most of my life.
[ The smile drains and he nods in agreement. ]
I, too, hope it isn't one of the guests. There hasn't been any evidence to lean one way or the other. The only thing I have is a hunch -- the murderer must have access to the Watch's shifts and locations to have killed so cleanly without being caught or even seen. And if this is the case, our killer may very well be not just a guest but a member of the guest-run police force.
[ Light intentionally leaves this feed public in case he's correct and the killer just so happens to overhear. After all, he could stand to have an ally of justice on his side, and this would certainly lead the killer in his direction if he was trying to cover his tracks. ]
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I believe this is one of those moments where one would rather be incorrect. That's quite a betrayal of trust.
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[le pause.] What would you suggest, then? Would it be best to place our trust in our fellow guests, as a general rule? Or should we remain guarded, in the event that trust is misplaced?
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That's wise advice, however disappointing it is to hear it. As long as I ruled, I always made sure that my people remained open individuals, an open society. [he looks... sad.] But these are very different times now, I suppose.
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For what it's worth, I'm a bit envious. If your people are so open to trust and free of suspicion, it sounds like an ideal way to live. I imagine it's quite peaceful.