[The convenient thing about crumbling into dust — or seeming to, anyway — is the fact that it tends to make people perceive your death as a moot point. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust; why bother investigating more closely, when there's clearly nothing left but bone and powder?
Clearly.
But little by little, the investigations into the depths of the hotel begin turning up things that don't make sense — and moreover, things that may begin to ring a little too familiar, for those who were paying attention. The operating theater, the documentation that always seemed to fuse elements of the occult with standardized medical practices. Charts of cell viability. Clones. Academic papers recounting the intricate process of summoning the dead back to life. And again and again, two characteristics repeated — the name DELILAH, and tarot motifs.
With evidence like that, there's really only one person the mastermind could be, now is there.
When she steps out into the trial chamber, perfectly laced up as always in a black dress with white trim and lace, there's fanfare and theatrics from the assembled cosplaying Monobears — an entrance fit for a queen.
And oddly enough, she barely seems to notice it at all, her expression hovering on the verge of blank, conveying nothing so much as weariness and perhaps even a touch of impatience.]
We made an admirable go of it this time, didn't we, everyone...?
[She takes her seat on Monobear's throne, one elbow finding its way to the armrest to support her as she props her head on her hand, surveying the survivors tiredly.]
Very well, then. Let's see if this time, you've finally worked out a proper reasoning for why it isn't simply wiser all around to hurt others first, before they can ever hurt you.
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Clearly.
But little by little, the investigations into the depths of the hotel begin turning up things that don't make sense — and moreover, things that may begin to ring a little too familiar, for those who were paying attention. The operating theater, the documentation that always seemed to fuse elements of the occult with standardized medical practices. Charts of cell viability. Clones. Academic papers recounting the intricate process of summoning the dead back to life. And again and again, two characteristics repeated — the name DELILAH, and tarot motifs.
With evidence like that, there's really only one person the mastermind could be, now is there.
When she steps out into the trial chamber, perfectly laced up as always in a black dress with white trim and lace, there's fanfare and theatrics from the assembled cosplaying Monobears — an entrance fit for a queen.
And oddly enough, she barely seems to notice it at all, her expression hovering on the verge of blank, conveying nothing so much as weariness and perhaps even a touch of impatience.]
We made an admirable go of it this time, didn't we, everyone...?
[She takes her seat on Monobear's throne, one elbow finding its way to the armrest to support her as she props her head on her hand, surveying the survivors tiredly.]
Very well, then. Let's see if this time, you've finally worked out a proper reasoning for why it isn't simply wiser all around to hurt others first, before they can ever hurt you.
[EXAM: START.]