murdergame candidates!

[flowerbed]

( frisk | gilgamesh | aynami | murmur )
( choose one. assume a murdergame context/setting for threads )

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[trucks]

[ he'd thought about this, mulled it over a couple of times in his head. jax knows exactly what he wants to do, but he knows that his goals will go against what murmur wants from him--he's a little hesitant to bring it up. ]

Hm.

[ it's not a contemplative noise; just one to fill the silence. ]

Murmur. We're friends, right?

[frailest]

[What a weird question. Murmur rolls over onto her back to look at him, hands folded over her stomach.]

Mmm, of course we are.

[Nothing can ever change that for Murmur.]

[trucks]

Then it's okay if I can be selfish and ask you for a favor?

[ he's stopped eating. jax looks at murmur, expression blank, void of life. it's the only way he can ask her without hurting too much. ]

[frailest]

[Oblivious to his discomfort, Murmur instantly brightens up. She's been itching for something to do all day ever since the announcement. Doing something for someone else -- that'll help take both their minds off this murder business, right? Her smile splits her face.]

Of course! I'll do anything for Jax!

[trucks]

[ he's going to crush her and he knows it. ]

...


Then, Murmur. Will you do the honor of killing me?

[frailest]

[... did she hear that right? Murmur's smile disappears.]

I don't understand.

[trucks]

[ ah. now jax is going to smile to try to relieve some of the tension-- ]

Hey, hey. I already died once, right? I can die again. Then I'll just be me. I like being a ghost more than I like being human, anyway.

[frailest]

[Frantically, Murmur shakes her head. Even though Jax is speaking, she doesn't understand the words. It's true that he's already dead. It's true that, as a demon, she would know how to best kill humans. But she's not that creature anymore. Jax isn't dead anymore and he has the chance to finally talk and meet other people and she can't comprehend why he'd be okay with going back--]

No.

[She sits up, shoulders tensed like a dog raising its hackles.]

You don't like it at all, Jax! Everyone can't see you if you're a ghost. You were lonely for a really long time.

[trucks]

...I don't mind being lonely.

[ he's lying. it hurt. but around murmur, that loneliness went away. he became human again because of her. he'd experienced happiness, annoyance--love--because his best friend had allowed him to remember what it was like to be human one last time. it only took all of these weeks stuck here to realize that. ]

As long as you're alive.

[ ...do you understand now, murmur? ]

[frailest]

No!

[She says it firmly, emphasized by another shake of her head.]

I'm not going to kill you! If, if they want someone dead so badly-- [Her hands clutch at her pants tightly, fingers digging into the fabric.] --someone else can go die!

[trucks]

We only have so much time left.

[ jax shakes his head. ] Nobody else wants to die. They're all afraid of death; I'm not. Logically, this is the best option, isn't it? To kill the only person willing to die...haha.

[ his smile turns the tiniest bit more grim, and he tries to hide it by turning his head away from her. ]

I'll have the other dead folks to talk to. I won't be alone, if it makes you feel better.

[frailest]

It doesn't.

[Sulking. Angry. Murmur pulls her legs close to her, curling up into a ball.]

Because then that means I have to leave you behind. We're friends. We're sticking together.

[trucks]

...It's not like I was alive before I got here. Remember?

[ what a stubborn girl.

he sits down next to her, back leaned up against the wall. he sighs. ]

What can I do to change your mind?

[frailest]

[When it comes to the things she loves -- and there's so few things in this world she truly loves -- Murmur refuses to budge. Having lost one important "thing" was bad enough. To lose another is unthinkable. She won't allow it to happen. She won't be the cause. It's a simple way of thinking but it's what gave her the motivation to integrate into a foreign world.

Jax's presence beside her soothes some of her anger. Without thinking about it, she reaches out for his hand.]

Someone has to die.

[She says it with the irritated tone of a child denied a treat.]

It shouldn't be you.

[trucks]

[ unlike murmur, Jax....he's never had anything to lose. Nothing except for her. He's never really placed value on anything since shortly after his death, existing effortlessly, detached from the world. He preferred it that way.

But Murmur gave him more purpose. He has a shop to help run, demons he chats with on occasion...it may not be much, but it's certainly a stepping stone for him into feeling alive again. It's why he'd trade anyone, including himself, for her happiness and well-being.

And if that means keeping him alive here... ]

Are you really fine with waiting on someone else?

[frailest]

[Her eyes go cold and dark. There's a hint of the demon she used to be in that gaze.]

We don't have to wait. I'll kill someone for you.

[She really would.]