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Obligatory post in case my ass forgot something important, which it probably did. Link to new thread will be shared on Discord since that's a bit easier.
















“The Departure Rail hasn’t made a trip in three weeks.”

Elliot ran his fingers through his hair, looking frazzled despite his usual competence. Miss Death couldn't help but feel a sense of pity for the man, though her expression showed little change even as she gently stroked Mochi's silken coat. Eyes of pale ice gazed out to the station in the center of Decibitus, aware of how dire the situation could go. The Departure Rail normally ran three times a day. It had been doing that even before her own arrival in the city, and it had done so without fail with only a few key exceptions to the woman's memory. That it remained locked in place for three weeks was alarming--a risk, she might even say. Her fingers continues to rub at Mochi's ear, her next words carefully chosen.

“I can ask some of my field agents to look into things in the After,” she started, her voice as calm as ever. “Though even they won't be able to travel far.”

“I–no, I didn’t mean to ask for your reapers to–” Elliot stammered for a moment before releasing a heavy sigh, a motion to pinch the bridge of his nose pushing thin-framed spectacles up to his forehead for a moment. “That would be helpful. Thank you.”

But his acquiescence was hesitant, so Miss Death waited. Silent anticipation pressed heavy over both parties, each expecting the other to speak. As always, Elliot broke first.

“Aren’t you worried?”

Miss Death was more than aware that she should have been, but such distant emotions never quite felt real. She shook her head despite the vague pangs of unease settling in her stomach.

“I think my field agents can handle it.” Miss Death was confident of that. They were the only ones that really could. At best, she might only be able to press for an answer from someone that knew better. “But I also need to ask a favor first.”

“Anything you need, Miss Death.”




~6:15AM | KAMAKURA | JUFUKU-JI

The corner of Kazuto’s lip twitched up into an impulsive, nervous smile that drew a half-choked breath as his eyes darted from a smiling face to the enormous mallet held in the owner of said face’s arms.

“Um, excuse me?” Well, he always figured that if he died, it’d be from overwork–wait, but his coworkers were still seeing him just fine. That was worse, wasn’t it? Worse. That was probably worse.

Thankfully, before things could get worse, the dark-haired girl put a stop to the misunderstanding…

…is what Kazuto would have liked to say, before her hand was suddenly in his chest. The chill was a psychological byproduct of the situation, the brunette knew, but that didn’t stop it from sending a shudder creeping up his spine. The man flinched back with a grimace, and he felt a surge of something between frustration and self-loathing rise like bile in his throat. Ah, damn it, he was a grown ass man–this shit shouldn’t still be bothering him, and it certainly shouldn’t have been scaring him anymore.

But still, Kazuto took a moment to gather his thoughts back into order and calm his thundering heartbeat before trusting himself to even try a response to any of the strangers’ questions. They were looking for a dead guy, and they were dead too, so maybe it had been a group ordeal? That was something that Kazuto definitely, abso-fucking-lutely didn’t want to know about. In fact, the less he knew, the better!



’Damn it. Damnitdamnitdamnitdamnit, goddamn it! He just couldn’t leave it alone, could he? At the least, he could stay at arm’s length from them for the moment. No need for a repeat of having someone phase halfway into him. Again. Or, god forbid, worse.

”Uh, Hayashi’s… fine,” Kazuto started with a small nod of acknowledgement to the least-threatening looking of the lot. ”And there’s always confused dead guys around the shrines, but I think a lot of them are supposed to be there. You know, called back for a ceremony or a seance or whatever, not the usual weird aura from confused dead folks. I–er…” The brunette rubbed his arm uncomfortably. ”Well, there are also a few at the hotel I’m staying at too. I, uh, tried to follow them a little before we started shooting last night, but I lost track of one of them around Kamakuragu and the other one ran into Raikoji. No way I could follow the guy there.”

Which… left that last uncomfortable question. With a grimace that spoke more than any words could, Kazuto instinctively moved to pinch the form of his earring for a moment. The emotional response was equal parts comforting and uneasy.

”And the earring was my old man’s. He gave it to me ‘cause of this situation.” He made a motion pointing to his own eyes before directing the two fingers toward the group, indicating his clear ability to see them. “The old fogeys back home always tell us only real specific people in the family know how to get them, but…”

The man’s eyes lingered, briefly, on the eerily similar gem that the red-haired stranger had adorning his own earring.

“Guess it’s too late for me to tell you that these freaky dark lookin’ ones don’t really work, huh? Least, never did its job a day in my life.”
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~3:20 | OCEAN SPRINGS | WALTER ANDERSON MUSEUM OF ART


If nothing else, with Ocean Springs being a hot new find for people averse to the crowds of more well-known coastal cities, it wasn’t difficult for even the most mismatched people to blend in if they needed to. Whether they were trying to be invisible or not, the reapers didn’t come across any incidents on their way to their first point of interest.

The Walter Anderson Museum of Art was considered to be a must-see place in Ocean Springs. At the least, it had enough of a reputation to stand out even with the allure of the coast within walking distance. It was busy, but that was to be expected with the number of tourists in the area. Those that felt themselves too cultured for only heading to the beach always found themselves drifting toward the painted walls of the Walter Anderson Museum of Art, after all. What the facility lacked in grandeur, it more than made up for in its vibrancy–a fact easily seen through the glass walls even before entering the building.

The liveliness of the museum didn’t match the gloominess of a child sniffling in the corner of the lobby, clearly separated from the rest of a class outing. A staff member knelt beside the girl, speaking in a soft, soothing voice even as tears streamed down the child’s cheeks.

”There, there, I know you’re disappointed.”

”I want to see zabby…” The girl’s cheeks puffed out as she rubbed the back of her hand against her eyes. ”Mommy said zabby is here when I’m at school. How come they're not today?”

To the staff member’s credit, the flicker of pain that streaked across her features was hidden away quickly enough. A tired, gentle smile was all that she could give the young child before her.

”Your zabby isn’t here today, but you know, they wouldn’t want you to miss the rest of the visit with your friends because of it.” The blonde did her best to give a cheerful grin and a brightened tone. ”And I know today they have a special surprise at the end, and I know you’ll like it! Can you go with Paula to get washed up?”

A teary sniffle was followed by a small nod before the girl was brought by another staff member away from the lobby, leaving the initial alone to release a heavy sigh when she thought she was finally alone.

"Poor thing… I guess she doesn't understand that what happened yet,” the woman murmured with a shake of her head before muttering under her breath. "Not that Anne's doing better these days. That 'haunting' bullshit's gonna mess the kid up."
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~6:15AM | KAMAKURA | JUFUKU-JI

There was something about being at Jufuku-ji before visitors were allowed, even if it was an arrangement approved for the sake of the film. Unfortunately, any mystical or awe-inspiring effects that the hour might have given were ruined by the fact that the crew was running on little more than fumes at that point. Though everyone busied themselves with their own tasks, that might have been the only thing they could manage.

When people talked about show business, they didn’t often acknowledge the brutal hours of the on-season.

”Ah, DFI, the runners haven’t come back with the hot bricks yet…”

”Huh, are we missing people?”

”Hang on, let me run through the blocking. There are some lighting issues.”

Kazuto deftly wove his way through the groups, a few extra shirts with dull colors underarm and three outfits hanging from his forearm by the hangers. He couldn’t say he was tired, but shots in Kamakura always kept him more alert than he needed to be, and that went double for any old shrines filled with superstitious elders and tourists. Now, there normally wasn’t any issue with that, but the ones that turned up in places like Jufuku-ji were usually confused. That was above his pay grade, and it most certainly wasn’t in his job description.

Not that the old fogies believed that to be the case.

”Ugh. It’s too early to be thinking about them,” the man muttered beneath his breath with a shake of his head. Focus. He was on the job now, and that meant making sure everyone had their costumes for the martini… shot…

’You must be joking,’ Kazuto thought.

”You must be joking,” were the words that came from his mouth.

The man all but stormed his way across the set, the scowl on his face the result of equal parts exasperation and exhaustion. Coming to a stop before the late arrivals to the set, he didn’t bother waiting for introductions. They were late, they’d have to get acquainted after they got into something better suited for the production. Which might be impossible, given that not a single one looked natural enough to fit into a scene in Kamakura–unless they were meant to be tourists?

”You lot missed the cast call. Luckily, we haven’t started yet.” Another quick onceover. They weren’t unattractive–quite the opposite, if he was being honest. The problem was that they didn’t look anything like they were in place, and did one of them bring their own prop? Over-eager newbies. They had to be. ”Geeze, they didn’t give us a second thought when they cast you guys, did they? Whatever, see that girl over there with the blonde highlights? She’ll set you up with a place to change. I’ll get you guys some spare sets from wardrobe so you don’t stick out so mu–”

”Hey, Hayashi, you talkin’ to yourself again?”

The color from the brunette’s face drained as his gaze darted to his colleague, then slowly drifted back to the group he’d approached. A breath that might have been a sigh or a hiss escaped through clenched teeth, but he put on his best work face, a tired grin and a sarcastic joke fired back to the assistant director with a dismissive wave. The look faded as soon as he turned his attention back to the group, running his hands through his hair as he did so. The action earned a second hiss as a few unruly strands caught on the edge of an earring, a simple piece adorned by a small gem with a familiar, dark cloudiness revealed for a moment before it disappeared beneath rose brown hair once more.

”So, you guys know what’s up with your situation, right?”
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