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[sundead]

This may sound like a strange question, but does anyone know if there's a graveyard somewhere around here?

[...] Ah, not that I need it for anything. I was just curious.

[...He lets the entry end there.

Although Ayumu is more than used to weird events in his unlife by now, the stress of being suddenly transported to a new world is starting to get to him. It's nights like this he'd normally go drink coffee in the cemetery, but so far he hasn't run across any relaxing places like that in his wandering around the village. The guide did say no one dies permanently here... but there's no harm in asking, right? Even a shrine or something might work.

But he has other things to do tonight besides make journal entries. After his encounter with Batman the other night he's given up on breaking into the buildings around the square, but it's still difficult to get things done when people keep locking the stores at night. After posting that message, he picks up the journal and heads out as early into the sunset as he can risk, heading to the square and hoping to make it to the item shop before someone closes it.]

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[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

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[sundead]

[The scream is enough to attract his attention. Someone in trouble, here? Before he can really think it over his feet are taking him through the door and towards the sound. This isn't like the last time, he can actually protect people now--]

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[sundead]

[and then he sees what's actually happening.]

...Mystletainn?

[The pink chainsaw revs even more when he enters the room. Sorry about your bench, Winry.]

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[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

AHHHHHHHH! Get off, get off, get - STOP THAT!

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[sundead]

Hey! Watch out - [he tries to grab the handle at the same time, but this results more in them bumping heads over a running chainsaw. Careful, Winry...]

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[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Hey, this is dangerous! What are you doing!?

[Action]

[sundead]

I'm trying to stop it, obviously. [but as soon as he laid his hands on it it seems to calm down and stop running. No one's injured... except her bench.]

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[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

It - it's destroyed! How am I supposed to work now? Making another could take weeks....

[Voice]

[aphephobic.livejournal.com]

You don't think that's kind of morbid?

[Voice]

[sundead]

[yes, yes it is.] Cemetaries are quiet. It's sort of relaxing to visit.

[Voice]

[aphephobic.livejournal.com]

It's where people shove their dead to keep their houses from smelling like decaying corpses.

[Voice]

[sundead]

[...] You should have a little more respect for the dead.

[Voice]

[aphephobic.livejournal.com]

The body's just a vessel. It's not like there's any soul left in it after someone's passed.

[Voice]

[sundead]

...Well I guess that's the case usually, but it's not really the point.

[Voice]

[aphephobic.livejournal.com]

The point is that you think we should respect something that's going to rot back into the dirt anyway.

[rain-of-bullets.livejournal.com]

What's the point if no one dies here?

[sundead]

Well, maybe it wasn't always that way?

[rain-of-bullets.livejournal.com]

What does it matter?

[sundead]

It doesn't really. [He's starting to reconsider even asking this question...] But not even having something like a shrine or a pet cemetery just seems odd.

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[mirrorblade.livejournal.com]

[Claude happens to be leaving the item shop as Ayumu is making his way inside. Normally, he might not say anything, but it is kind of late, and it's a little strange when most people are leaving right about now.]

Isn't it late to be going shopping?

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[sundead]

[It's worth noting that at this point he's also carrying a pink-handled chainsaw... or well, he set it down outside before opening the door, so Claude might not notice it. He's not risking a repeat of the smithy.]

It's only sunset. [well, closer to actual night than sunset by now.]

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[mirrorblade.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but... Won't the stores be closing soon?

[He hadn't been out that late here before, but it was safe to assume the stores would be closing eventually, right?]

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[sundead]

That's why I'm trying to get it done fast.

[not that he actually seems in a rush, he doubts anyone is going to lock him in since he's already made it here.]

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[mirrorblade.livejournal.com]

[Oh... Then he's probably holding him up. Hmm.]

Well, what are you looking for? Maybe I can give you a hand.

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[sundead]

Oh, well... just some household things. [He reaches into his pocket ad pulls out a list. It's various ordinary things that he's discovered he needs for the apartment, like pots and cleaners and dishtowels.]