Murderers weren't the only thing prowling around the camp grounds at the dead of night.
After her successful, and... seemingly
amicable hostile takeover of cabin 23, Shiki had, for perhaps the first time, been left... truly nonplussed. She found herself watching the room's front door for a time, eyebrow raised skeptically, trying to determine if they were setting up an ambush of some kind; but no. On the surface, it seemed as though the two girls had simply complied with her demands willingly-- perhaps placidity was a trait that ran deep after however long they'd spent at the camp in such a loathsome state of non-resistance. It was reasonable enough to assume such. After all, what struggle did the gazelle offer the lion after a peaceful week's grazing?
But Ryougi knew better than that.
She was a deeply cynical, mistrustful person by nature. Death wasn't the only thing her eyes were accustomed to perceiving; dishonesty, too, was something they ended up witnessing more often than she would've honestly liked. The world was a cruel place, filled with liars and deviants, and so she regarded just about everything with the scathing eye of caution at first glance. It saved her a lot of trouble down the line. Made things easier.
So suffice to say, when the two girls the cabin belonged to simply rolled over and accepted her forceful intrusion, when she herself
knew she was by all rights in the wrong... Shiki suspected foul play. She wasn't the sort to accept a gift horse if it looked like it'd spit in her eye; plus, the two pioneer campers offering no resistance made this completely pointless, anyways. The goal was to cause a scene, not deprive two innocent chicks of their stupid room... and since they hadn't moved any of their stuff out when they left, this was obviously a trap of some kind, anyway.
"Sheesh, why'd they have to be so accommodating..." she complained petulantly, as though irritated that the two had chosen
not to fight. They were such pushovers, it almost reminded her of Mikiya... even if they were planning a prank or something stupid like that. She had wasted her time in coming here, that much was clear.
Well, she wasn't going to waste any more of it.
With a weary sigh and a shake of the head, she left the procured key for the place on one of the dressers before casually leaving the room, giving Tsukimi a withering look that said "follow me if you want, I don't care" as she passed her. Whatever. She had better things to do than sleep, anyway. She had committed most of the map to memory when she got a chance to look at it, earlier, so she had a pretty good idea where she was going at this point... and among the camp's various facilities, a few buzzwords had stood out to her as places worth looking into. The question was, how did she go about doing so? Sure, she could've just gone it alone, but...
that hadn't always worked out so well in the past. And who was she gonna count on if she found herself in a tight spot, or cornered by the killers in their midst? Princess Jellyfish over there?
To be frank, Shiki had almost zero self-worth. Her regard for her own life wasn't much higher. She hadn't felt a connection to her family since waking up from her coma and completely losing touch with her past life, and all the people with reason to hate her had played their hands and been killed by her. As it stood, only one person in the world cared about her either way; just one.
But that one person...
...Well, he was kinda like a puppy, anyway. She had to live, had to make it back home, or he probably wouldn't have a clue what to do with himself.
The idiot. Tch.
So, trying to find an ally of sorts... probably wouldn't have been a bad idea. She wanted to stay as far away from the major groups as she possibly could, but a single ally to confide in... well, that wouldn't have gone amiss.
Luckily, she already had a candidate in mind.
***
It wasn't hard for her to track the source of the general hubbub and commotion in the camp to the canteen, and while what she found when she arrived there didn't surprise her, it was... unfortunate.
"Another one, huh...?"
That made two dead. The killers, whoever they were, were working quickly. Which meant she had to work quickly, too.
Good. A glimpse of the raven-colored head of hair and telltale bow told her what she needed to know... she was here already. Whatever opinions she may have had about her temperament, the girl seemed capable enough... and while Shiki was a long way from actually
trusting anyone here, if she had to pick someone...
She tried to get her attention in her own way; a pair of shining blue eyes glinting from what happened to be one of the darker corners of the room, their owner hidden in the shadows, leaning up against the wall. Her left hand was extended before her, and as she tensed her digits over there, the application of force somehow traveled all the way across the room; far beyond a natural human's reach.
In simple terms, it was as though an invisible ghost squeezed Blake's shoulder.
It'd only take a quick glance behind her to determine that wasn't the case, though, and if it succeeded in drawing her over as she hoped, Shiki didn't waste any time in getting to the point.
"I need your help."
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