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mayfield_rpg2012-07-10 09:56 pm
hintcoinplz) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-07-10 09:56 pm
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Puzzle 031
[726 Anderson Lane]
[The last thing Luke remembered was being dragged back through the funhouse by Lucas, right before he fell unconsciousness. He doesn't remember how he got home, but here he was, feeling exhausted and sick. A quick glance at his hand and he realizes that his fingers are still missing, but he doesn't dwell on it long before trying to climb out of the bed and towards the nearest food source.
At least it was over now and he was home again. Right as he clumsily lands on the floor, he's greeted to the sight of a familiar man in the doorway. Luke's face brightens in relief. As much as he thought he'd get used to how death works in Mayfield, it was always hard to watch a loved one die. But of course he was back and in good health again.]
Mr. Nigma, you're alive-
[Luke's relief is cut short, when he notices the blank stare and the eerie smile on the other man's face.]
Hey there sport! You're not gonna spend all day in bed, are you?
[...What? No no, that's not-
Luke frowns, a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach.]
...Mr. Nigma? You're-
Hey now, is that any way to talk to your old man? Anyway, I'll be in the garage. Why don't you help your mother out today by cleaning up the kitchen, eh?
[Luke watches as he leaves, a feeling of dread and horror washing over him. He stumbles forward on unsteady legs, trying not to collapse out in the hallway as he makes his way towards Edward's room, trying to find any trace of his Mayfield father's personal belongings.
But as much as he searches the room, going through closets and desk drawers, everything that was ever owned by Edward Nigma was gone.
A crash comes from the upstairs room, followed by a loud cry.]
[Outside 726 Anderson Lane - Evening]
[It didn't take long for it to sink in. After not being able to find a trace of Edward's things, it was obvious that Edward wasn't coming back. He feels a sense of numbness going through him as he approaches the swing in the yard, carrying the cane that Edward gave him as a gift.
Without saying a word, he sticks the cane into the ground hard enough to make sure it'll never be moved again. He takes a step back, admiring the makeshift memorial for a moment. It was foolish to get attached in the first place, after all the ones you loved where always the first to go. He thought maybe he could make up for the loss of his first family with his new family, but he...
He couldn't. He was weak and useless, incapable of protecting. He couldn't even hang on to the people he truly cared about.
Edward Nigma's number one apprentice. What a joke. It was...
...it was almost funny...
...if it weren't so sad.]
[The last thing Luke remembered was being dragged back through the funhouse by Lucas, right before he fell unconsciousness. He doesn't remember how he got home, but here he was, feeling exhausted and sick. A quick glance at his hand and he realizes that his fingers are still missing, but he doesn't dwell on it long before trying to climb out of the bed and towards the nearest food source.
At least it was over now and he was home again. Right as he clumsily lands on the floor, he's greeted to the sight of a familiar man in the doorway. Luke's face brightens in relief. As much as he thought he'd get used to how death works in Mayfield, it was always hard to watch a loved one die. But of course he was back and in good health again.]
Mr. Nigma, you're alive-
[Luke's relief is cut short, when he notices the blank stare and the eerie smile on the other man's face.]
Hey there sport! You're not gonna spend all day in bed, are you?
[...What? No no, that's not-
Luke frowns, a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach.]
...Mr. Nigma? You're-
Hey now, is that any way to talk to your old man? Anyway, I'll be in the garage. Why don't you help your mother out today by cleaning up the kitchen, eh?
[Luke watches as he leaves, a feeling of dread and horror washing over him. He stumbles forward on unsteady legs, trying not to collapse out in the hallway as he makes his way towards Edward's room, trying to find any trace of his Mayfield father's personal belongings.
But as much as he searches the room, going through closets and desk drawers, everything that was ever owned by Edward Nigma was gone.
A crash comes from the upstairs room, followed by a loud cry.]
[Outside 726 Anderson Lane - Evening]
[It didn't take long for it to sink in. After not being able to find a trace of Edward's things, it was obvious that Edward wasn't coming back. He feels a sense of numbness going through him as he approaches the swing in the yard, carrying the cane that Edward gave him as a gift.
Without saying a word, he sticks the cane into the ground hard enough to make sure it'll never be moved again. He takes a step back, admiring the makeshift memorial for a moment. It was foolish to get attached in the first place, after all the ones you loved where always the first to go. He thought maybe he could make up for the loss of his first family with his new family, but he...
He couldn't. He was weak and useless, incapable of protecting. He couldn't even hang on to the people he truly cared about.
Edward Nigma's number one apprentice. What a joke. It was...
...it was almost funny...
...if it weren't so sad.]
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[Not getting it.]
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Another moment.
Another....]
WHAT?
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He died in the other Mayfield. He died and then he was droned. He's gone, all right?
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[Just no.......no no no no. Eddie wasn't supposed to leave. He just wasn't! Eddie CAME BACK. Eddie STAYED while everyone else left her. She seems to be on the verge of tears.]
....but he can't...
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Sorry. He's gone home now.
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[Harley just looks over at the house and then nods.]
....thanks for telling me.
[She's just going to turn and walk off now, she needs to be alone too.]