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bloodofgrima) wrote2001-05-03 12:32 pm
bloodofgrima) wrote2001-05-03 12:32 pm
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Robin's Journal [@ Hunter's Game]
[The first pages of Robin's journal outlines what she knows about this place and their situation:
--> Everyone here appears to come from different dimensions and even times.
--> Dimensional travel in her world is possible, but she doesn't know anyone who could do it without a gigantic gate. Furthermore, various types of magic are present in her world (such as harnessing elements), but she is equally clueless as to who could use it to this degree.
--> Whoever runs this place is more dangerous than the Hunters, as not only did they do the above, but they were able to relieve her of her weapons without her noticing even slightly. As she works with assassins, this is a terrifying skill.
--> There seems to be no real pattern or reasoning to the Hunter deaths beyond brutality, which actually make her find the name unfitting -- real hunters kill animals for survival in ways that leaves them with as little time and pain as possible, not in agonizing ways to make them suffer.
--> The lone killer ("Scavenger?") must be an incredible swordsman to be able to handle different types of swords with at least lethal efficiency. On the side of this is scrawled the question "Multiple Swordsmen?"
--> "Roles?" is written with a list under it of the known roles, along with some guesses of her own (things like "Assassin" or "Soldier").
--> One page is empty except for a sparse bit of writing that reflects on whether or not the village is a "punishment" of sorts and mentions some sort of "sin" Robin seems to carry, though there's nothing clear about what that is.
The pages after that have various strategies drawn on them with symbols, as if Robin was trying to figure out a way to fight this battle with her own skills. From the angry scrawled notes to herself and the scribbled out parts, it seems like she failed.
The last few pages of her journal are the interesting part -- there seems to be an introductory page, addressing whoever's reading it.]
The first thing I want to say is that I'm sorry. If you're reading this note, it means I've died in one way or another, either by the hands of the prey at the trial, by the hands of someone with a role at night, or by my own hands for some reason or another.
The second thing I must say is that what you find on my body is true. I am -- I was -- a wolf. A hunter. There is so much I want to tell you, but even dead I have no choice but to lie to you still, though this time it will be nothing more than a lie of omission.
Understand that I had no desire to be a Hunter. Please, understand that the deaths you saw were not the kind I would wish on even enemies. But a wolf is with the pack, and I can't betray the hunters. Even in death, there's only a few things I can say.
I know words can never repair what I've done, but they're all I can offer. I'm sorry. I truly am. I don't ask for anyone to forgive me... just to know that I never wanted things to be this way.
[The next page is half folded over itself to hide the words at a glance, though nothing is holding the folded half down. The kanji "γγΎγ©γ" is written on the visible side in a size to draw the eye. If unfolded to be read, the words "TO OWADA" are at the top of it in big print.]
Owada... I'm sorry. I felt sick to have to lie to you, but believe me when I say that I never mislead you. You really were my friend -- the best I had here, the one I felt I could turn to no matter what. And still, I was forced to lie to you. Everything I told you about myself, what we spoke of and how we bonded... that was the truth. I did what I could to help you without betraying the pack. I tried to shield you from them as best that I could. And now that I'm dead... I don't know what will happen.
I don't think they'll continue to protect you without me. And for that... I'm sorry. I thought, even if I had to lie to you like this, if I could just protect you from them, then hopefully when this was over you would at least hold no hatred for me. I failed even that, but...
I told you of how I felt. Of how this place was my worst nightmare, and how I thought it was some punishment I deserved for the blood I carried. Thank you for what you said to me, for trying to encourage me and comfort me in your own way. I'm sure my final moments were a mix of thankfulness for having met you and guilt for forcing you to suffer the fact that your friend was an enemy all along.
I don't feel regret in dying. Even with having to soak my hands in blood, suffering this place meant that I could meet and speak with you.
I don't know if I have the right to, but there's one last favor I have to ask, and you're the only one I can fully trust with this.
The final pages in this journal are notes to those in Ylisse, my family and friends that I left behind. When this is over, if you survive... Please. Find some way to get it to them. The Outrealm Gate, giving it to Hades, something. Anything.
Tell them what happened here, as much of it as you can. But please... please... don't tell them that I was a Hunter. Don't tell them what I did. I know that's a terrible burden to place on you... but let the knowledge of the horrors I committed die here with me.
As your friend... that's the last thing I can ever ask of you. Thank for you everything that you gave me... for that visible feeling of hope and friendship even in such a hellish land. In the end... you were stronger than I was.
[The next page isn't folded - "EMA" is written in large print at the top of it.]
Ema, I'm sorry. Even if I never made use of it, I deeply appreciated the fact that you offered to be there for me. I wish I could have told you all I knew, given you help to find out everything you needed to, but it seems that situation is still as cruel as ever.
There's very little I can offer to you but my apologies. For what you and your family suffered, for the part I had in that, however small.
I hope something in this journal will help. I leave it in your hands -- just please, if you're the first to find it, make sure the letters get to who they're written for and the ones with names you don't recognize go to Owada.
--> Everyone here appears to come from different dimensions and even times.
--> Dimensional travel in her world is possible, but she doesn't know anyone who could do it without a gigantic gate. Furthermore, various types of magic are present in her world (such as harnessing elements), but she is equally clueless as to who could use it to this degree.
--> Whoever runs this place is more dangerous than the Hunters, as not only did they do the above, but they were able to relieve her of her weapons without her noticing even slightly. As she works with assassins, this is a terrifying skill.
--> There seems to be no real pattern or reasoning to the Hunter deaths beyond brutality, which actually make her find the name unfitting -- real hunters kill animals for survival in ways that leaves them with as little time and pain as possible, not in agonizing ways to make them suffer.
--> The lone killer ("Scavenger?") must be an incredible swordsman to be able to handle different types of swords with at least lethal efficiency. On the side of this is scrawled the question "Multiple Swordsmen?"
--> "Roles?" is written with a list under it of the known roles, along with some guesses of her own (things like "Assassin" or "Soldier").
--> One page is empty except for a sparse bit of writing that reflects on whether or not the village is a "punishment" of sorts and mentions some sort of "sin" Robin seems to carry, though there's nothing clear about what that is.
The pages after that have various strategies drawn on them with symbols, as if Robin was trying to figure out a way to fight this battle with her own skills. From the angry scrawled notes to herself and the scribbled out parts, it seems like she failed.
The last few pages of her journal are the interesting part -- there seems to be an introductory page, addressing whoever's reading it.]
The first thing I want to say is that I'm sorry. If you're reading this note, it means I've died in one way or another, either by the hands of the prey at the trial, by the hands of someone with a role at night, or by my own hands for some reason or another.
The second thing I must say is that what you find on my body is true. I am -- I was -- a wolf. A hunter. There is so much I want to tell you, but even dead I have no choice but to lie to you still, though this time it will be nothing more than a lie of omission.
Understand that I had no desire to be a Hunter. Please, understand that the deaths you saw were not the kind I would wish on even enemies. But a wolf is with the pack, and I can't betray the hunters. Even in death, there's only a few things I can say.
I know words can never repair what I've done, but they're all I can offer. I'm sorry. I truly am. I don't ask for anyone to forgive me... just to know that I never wanted things to be this way.
[The next page is half folded over itself to hide the words at a glance, though nothing is holding the folded half down. The kanji "γγΎγ©γ" is written on the visible side in a size to draw the eye. If unfolded to be read, the words "TO OWADA" are at the top of it in big print.]
Owada... I'm sorry. I felt sick to have to lie to you, but believe me when I say that I never mislead you. You really were my friend -- the best I had here, the one I felt I could turn to no matter what. And still, I was forced to lie to you. Everything I told you about myself, what we spoke of and how we bonded... that was the truth. I did what I could to help you without betraying the pack. I tried to shield you from them as best that I could. And now that I'm dead... I don't know what will happen.
I don't think they'll continue to protect you without me. And for that... I'm sorry. I thought, even if I had to lie to you like this, if I could just protect you from them, then hopefully when this was over you would at least hold no hatred for me. I failed even that, but...
I told you of how I felt. Of how this place was my worst nightmare, and how I thought it was some punishment I deserved for the blood I carried. Thank you for what you said to me, for trying to encourage me and comfort me in your own way. I'm sure my final moments were a mix of thankfulness for having met you and guilt for forcing you to suffer the fact that your friend was an enemy all along.
I don't feel regret in dying. Even with having to soak my hands in blood, suffering this place meant that I could meet and speak with you.
I don't know if I have the right to, but there's one last favor I have to ask, and you're the only one I can fully trust with this.
The final pages in this journal are notes to those in Ylisse, my family and friends that I left behind. When this is over, if you survive... Please. Find some way to get it to them. The Outrealm Gate, giving it to Hades, something. Anything.
Tell them what happened here, as much of it as you can. But please... please... don't tell them that I was a Hunter. Don't tell them what I did. I know that's a terrible burden to place on you... but let the knowledge of the horrors I committed die here with me.
As your friend... that's the last thing I can ever ask of you. Thank for you everything that you gave me... for that visible feeling of hope and friendship even in such a hellish land. In the end... you were stronger than I was.
[The next page isn't folded - "EMA" is written in large print at the top of it.]
Ema, I'm sorry. Even if I never made use of it, I deeply appreciated the fact that you offered to be there for me. I wish I could have told you all I knew, given you help to find out everything you needed to, but it seems that situation is still as cruel as ever.
There's very little I can offer to you but my apologies. For what you and your family suffered, for the part I had in that, however small.
I hope something in this journal will help. I leave it in your hands -- just please, if you're the first to find it, make sure the letters get to who they're written for and the ones with names you don't recognize go to Owada.