Jun. 29th, 2018

fragileprophet: (why did I do that uuugh gonna faint)
[Oh cool, great, more people are dead and there's smoke everywhere. Ion can't even make it into the kitchen, honestly. Even if the smoke is billowing out, he's in the doorway coughing, his weak lungs struggling against the foul smell. Gripping the wall, his legs bend, but he manages to keep himself held up.]

What happened? Who would've--

[This is horrible? THEY EAT FROM HERE?]
fragileprophet: (1)
[Ion didn't have any particular attachment to those who were found dead this week...of course, he's always been the sort to feel saddened and regretful about the passing of others. This is no different. But he has other things on his mind, and returning to his dorm feels...unpleasant, at the moment. There was a body found in here earlier today but, uh, Ion's in the music room. It's the only place he can think of to clear his mind. Shirasu should be able to hear the familiar sounds of the harp being played from within.]

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