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Heaven's BBS - Text
From: Anonymous
Date: January 19
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This one came out easily for some reason, despite everything being on fire. - keiyuki
[Is this what they call... artistic inspiration?No it's just him venting.]
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
[The next chapter starts off with Casimiro immediately asking his partner where he thinks he's going, which surprises Elio, who had thought he'd managed to make it un-tailed. There's a little bit of bickering before Elio finally admits that, when he'd been at the scene of the crime, he'd picked up the scent of something that had seemed familiar to another crime scene... The one him and Casimiro had been shooed away from only a couple chapters ago. He'd wanted to investigate some more, but he'd been ordered out of the way while the perp had been arrested, and forensics had swept over the scene. It's still bothering him, however, and so he's trying to return to the scene of the crime. Casimiro argues with him a little more before conceding that he'll let Elio do it so long as they go in together as partners. Together, under the cover of a dark night, they manage to sneak to the house through backstreets and go in through the backdoor. Casimiro's POV, through the narrative, makes it clear that they can do this well because they know what good criminals and bad criminals do when breaking into places. With a spare key taken from underneath some pottery, the two enter inside.]
[While Elio starts sniffing around, the narrative (courtesy of Casimiro) recaps the perp and victim. It was generally accepted that the perp was part of the Triad and that a pair of needle-like puncture wounds into his skin were signs of drug use. Despite all the signs and the fact that he'd been threatened with a gun, the victim had been insistent that it was unlike him, but the police had quietly dismissed him since it was clear the pair had been living together and the victim was clearly in shock. He hadn't even wanted to press charges, although part of it had been out of his hand. A gun was involved, after all, and he'd threatened the police.]
[And in the midst of their searching...]
Casimiro had to admit that the place didn't look like the kind of residence where a drug-addicted Triad member dwelled, a fact he came to after doing a quick but cautious sweep of the interior. It was clean and well kept; all indications showed that it was tended to regularly. Perhaps that was the work of the victim. From what he had managed to overhear, the man had been a school teacher. Perhaps he brought some of that tidiness home. Coming to a stop, something caught Casimiro's eye, and he looked down at the small end table near to him. There was only one thing on it: a single picture frame propped up. Spurred by a rare spark of curiosity, Casimiro drew down into a crouch to better look at it.
In the picture, the pair actually looked happy. It was a simple scene: both of them somewhere near one of the luscious seaside towns Italy boasted, the victim's mild mannered face shifted into a warm smile and the perp looking boisterously delighted past his ragged face. No blossoming bruises on the victim's face or his long braid in a state of disarray. There was no red flush of exertion on the perp and his mouth wasn't twisted into a snarl. Even if it had only been that moment, they had that moment to look into a camera, pressed tight against each other with the perp's arm around the other man's shoulders, and smiled. As he stared into the frozen faces of the two, Casimiro felt strangely agitated. How had it gotten to the point where a gun had been involved? There was no trace of this happiness when he'd settled his sniper sights on down onto the scene which had been far below him. If he hadn't followed after his reckless and curious partner, he wouldn't have any glimpse into this life at all. One that had been so easily warped into something violent and unpleasant. Distantly, in the back of his mind, he wondered if the victim would change his mind on the traitorous feelings in his own chest.
Casimiro knew he had, a long time ago, and only one person had ever given him any reason to make him try opening himself up to such vulnerability.
"Hey." Lost in thought as he had been, Casimiro wasn't paying attention to notice Elio coming up to knock his knee against the back of Casimiro's back. When he looked up at his partner, he noted that the other man still seemed agitated. "I'm done."
[The two of them take the chance to leave the house and lock the door behind them, courtesy of Casimiro having questionable talents. (Lockpicking got him in, and it'll have him lock himself out.) He offers to take Elio to get some Chinese takeout, since they're in the district, and, after getting things like shrimp dumplings, Casimiro takes Elio to his apartment where they talk about the house some more over a very late dinner. Elio says the he's positive now that the same smell was in both the street murder and the display of violence at the house... but he couldn't find anything else. Casimiro points out that it might have gotten drowned out when the forensic team went through, or that it was just the drugs the perp had to have, the latter of which Elio dismisses immediately. In the end, neither of them seem to reach a satisfactory conclusion, and Casimiro just has Elio sleep on the couch where he can stay overnight instead of bothering to make his way through the city to get to his own place. They wake up the next morning, with Casimiro noting sourly that Elio doesn't even care about tidying himself up like he does, and then head back to work together... ]
[Only to be greeted with the news that, last night, the perp they'd just arrested was murdere! Dun dun duuuun.]
Date: January 19
--------------------------------------
This one came out easily for some reason, despite everything being on fire. - keiyuki
[Is this what they call... artistic inspiration?
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
[The next chapter starts off with Casimiro immediately asking his partner where he thinks he's going, which surprises Elio, who had thought he'd managed to make it un-tailed. There's a little bit of bickering before Elio finally admits that, when he'd been at the scene of the crime, he'd picked up the scent of something that had seemed familiar to another crime scene... The one him and Casimiro had been shooed away from only a couple chapters ago. He'd wanted to investigate some more, but he'd been ordered out of the way while the perp had been arrested, and forensics had swept over the scene. It's still bothering him, however, and so he's trying to return to the scene of the crime. Casimiro argues with him a little more before conceding that he'll let Elio do it so long as they go in together as partners. Together, under the cover of a dark night, they manage to sneak to the house through backstreets and go in through the backdoor. Casimiro's POV, through the narrative, makes it clear that they can do this well because they know what good criminals and bad criminals do when breaking into places. With a spare key taken from underneath some pottery, the two enter inside.]
[While Elio starts sniffing around, the narrative (courtesy of Casimiro) recaps the perp and victim. It was generally accepted that the perp was part of the Triad and that a pair of needle-like puncture wounds into his skin were signs of drug use. Despite all the signs and the fact that he'd been threatened with a gun, the victim had been insistent that it was unlike him, but the police had quietly dismissed him since it was clear the pair had been living together and the victim was clearly in shock. He hadn't even wanted to press charges, although part of it had been out of his hand. A gun was involved, after all, and he'd threatened the police.]
[And in the midst of their searching...]
Casimiro had to admit that the place didn't look like the kind of residence where a drug-addicted Triad member dwelled, a fact he came to after doing a quick but cautious sweep of the interior. It was clean and well kept; all indications showed that it was tended to regularly. Perhaps that was the work of the victim. From what he had managed to overhear, the man had been a school teacher. Perhaps he brought some of that tidiness home. Coming to a stop, something caught Casimiro's eye, and he looked down at the small end table near to him. There was only one thing on it: a single picture frame propped up. Spurred by a rare spark of curiosity, Casimiro drew down into a crouch to better look at it.
In the picture, the pair actually looked happy. It was a simple scene: both of them somewhere near one of the luscious seaside towns Italy boasted, the victim's mild mannered face shifted into a warm smile and the perp looking boisterously delighted past his ragged face. No blossoming bruises on the victim's face or his long braid in a state of disarray. There was no red flush of exertion on the perp and his mouth wasn't twisted into a snarl. Even if it had only been that moment, they had that moment to look into a camera, pressed tight against each other with the perp's arm around the other man's shoulders, and smiled. As he stared into the frozen faces of the two, Casimiro felt strangely agitated. How had it gotten to the point where a gun had been involved? There was no trace of this happiness when he'd settled his sniper sights on down onto the scene which had been far below him. If he hadn't followed after his reckless and curious partner, he wouldn't have any glimpse into this life at all. One that had been so easily warped into something violent and unpleasant. Distantly, in the back of his mind, he wondered if the victim would change his mind on the traitorous feelings in his own chest.
Casimiro knew he had, a long time ago, and only one person had ever given him any reason to make him try opening himself up to such vulnerability.
"Hey." Lost in thought as he had been, Casimiro wasn't paying attention to notice Elio coming up to knock his knee against the back of Casimiro's back. When he looked up at his partner, he noted that the other man still seemed agitated. "I'm done."
[The two of them take the chance to leave the house and lock the door behind them, courtesy of Casimiro having questionable talents. (Lockpicking got him in, and it'll have him lock himself out.) He offers to take Elio to get some Chinese takeout, since they're in the district, and, after getting things like shrimp dumplings, Casimiro takes Elio to his apartment where they talk about the house some more over a very late dinner. Elio says the he's positive now that the same smell was in both the street murder and the display of violence at the house... but he couldn't find anything else. Casimiro points out that it might have gotten drowned out when the forensic team went through, or that it was just the drugs the perp had to have, the latter of which Elio dismisses immediately. In the end, neither of them seem to reach a satisfactory conclusion, and Casimiro just has Elio sleep on the couch where he can stay overnight instead of bothering to make his way through the city to get to his own place. They wake up the next morning, with Casimiro noting sourly that Elio doesn't even care about tidying himself up like he does, and then head back to work together... ]
[Only to be greeted with the news that, last night, the perp they'd just arrested was murdere! Dun dun duuuun.]
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I guess so. Still, not every character that has a lot written about them is likable or supposed to be.
For example, whatever the reason, the guy who just died hurt someone he was supposed to love. Isn't that bad?
[He'll keep it simple for Goku.]
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lotsof people hurt people even if they like them
its bad but it doesnt mean people stop caring about them
havnt you done that before?
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[...Ignoring all the- Well. Ways he's bad at emotions. And mental health. Okay so-]
Never physically.
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id rather get punched than somethin else
specially if it was one of my friends
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Also there was a gun involved.
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didnt the guy in your story say his friend was actin weird
maybe he didnt make the choice
[Goku may be conflating this with other issues that Chikusa is not yet aware of.]
are guns a big deal? sanzo shoots at me all the time and i still like him
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You know guns can kill people right.
Anyway, I didn't think you'd pick up on that sort of small detail.
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anyway punches can kill peopl too
i read all of it youknow!! even the bits with lots of words
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Thanks, by the way. I guess.
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you just punchthem or smething
are you done with the next bit yet i wanna see what happens
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You need to learn patience more. It takes a while to write things you know.
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do you just need stuff to be on fire
thats really weird
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Everything being on fire with the volcanic eruption has nothing to do with it. I thought I would be more tired and not have enough time to write with what had happened.
This was a rare case. I don't know why I was able to write a lot, and faster, this time. The words just came easier. Have you never had a day where you've been able to do something better than usual?