[ WEEK THREE – INVESTIGATION ]

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INVESTIGATION

The beach is quiet, eerily so. All animals, all insect noise, all gusts of wind have come to a complete stop this morning. The only sound is that of the ocean, but even that seems muted. Everything is hushed and as the doors of the huts opens, the only sensation that rings utterly true today is this: One of your own is gone. And now, as the rules state, it is your job to discover their fate. Welcome to the investigation post! If your character decides to search an area, please post the name of the location in your header and wait for the mod replies. Anything to discover or not to will be indicated during the course of the thread. After the body is discovered, an announcement will be made and characters are free to spend the rest of the afternoons how they like. If there are any questions, please shoot a message either to this journal or at tikirobo.

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[jettisons]

[That's becoming a common statement from her, and Bellamy just sighs and slips his arm around her shoulders instead..]

I can worry about more than one person at once, you know.

[rightfully]

[ Impulsively, she dips her chin, hiding her expression somewhat. There's a reason for it. ]

I know.

[ And... ]

That says a great deal to the quality of your heart.

[jettisons]

[Bellamy tenses, the movement obvious with so little space between them. He almost pulls away, almost, because he can practically hear Clarke. You've got such a big heart, Bellamy. Dead because of him, because he had no choice.

It's only because he knows how terribly Lucina would take it that he stays where he is, far too still. It's her turn to hear his breathing hitch, just for an instant, but he still doesn't trust himself to speak. He just shakes his head.]

[rightfully]

[ It is obvious, he's not wrong about that. Lucina is pulled out of her own concerns for a brief moment, head turning at the neck to peer up at him. The proximity is hardly dangerous, but she does find herself becoming newly aware of the little imperfections in his face, the subtle freckes across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose.

And then, because it's necessary, or perhaps just safer, she looks away again. Forward. There's no need to look at him when she knows he's there.

It begets an odd sensation in her breastbone, a flinching. She doesn't like it.

Very quietly, words murmured in a low tone, only for them -- ]

I hope you can see in yourself what everyone here sees in you.

[jettisons]

[That renders him speechless. No one has ever said anything like that to him, not that straightforwardly. It's a little hard for him to believe since he's been failing so spectacularly here, but it's sweet of her. He hopes he can live up to her view of him.]

Thank you, Lucina.