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FOR THEY CANNOT DIE ANYMORE, BECAUSE THEY ARE EQUAL TO ANGELS.
Today, the canals of Mac Anu flow as gentle as they always do, gondolas drifting lazy through the paths of sunlight cut bright across the water. Shops and vendors line the stonework streets along the waterways, a general murmur of NPCs circulating through their preprogrammed business keeping Mac Anu, as always, feeling maybe a little more alive than a real city.
There is one particular bridge that nearly every player's taken at least once, because it connects to a great many other places of interest, and it's wide enough for easy travel. Besides, with the professions update, they've put a fishing spot on the other side of it. NPCs with fishing rods litter the spot in alternating shifts, their laughter mingling with the calls of shopkeeps advertising cheap prices for some simple plants to get started crafting with, and the clink of forks and plates at a restaurant nearby, its customers singing the chef praises.
Below the bridge, a gondolier passes, humming, his gondola drifting along its circuit through the canals, his tune in rhythm with the passing conversation. As he comes out from under it and sails further away, he glances up at the bridge, as if he were expecting something, and he seems to see it. His gaze remains fixed there until, eventually, the water takes him out of sight again.
Today, you might notice that at the base of this bridge, just before your feet, is a red sort of smear.
A little further down the bridge, about a fourth of the way along it, is a person collapsed on the ground. The red trails to him, fallen forward.
You see upon approaching his hand grasping at his throat at the singularly cut sliced deep into his neck. His one good eye wide and unblinking, he is—among all the laughter and conversation on either side of the bridge; in the shadow of the clock tower, which stands a silent witness, the sun at its back—no longer breathing, his body cool to the touch.
Perhaps this could be considered a kindness: for one who failed, time and time and again, to grasp the desire to live, maybe he found some suggestion of it in his last moments, his hand at his throat, his palm smeared with dried blood, a curious anomaly in the deathless Mac Anu. Fragment had, after all, taught him a great many things. Should he not be grateful for one more, no matter how permanent the lesson?
Mithrun is dead.
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After that time, he simply leaves. He has other places to be. ]
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Then, he turns! And off he goes~. ]
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This may be jumping the gun, especially as we haven't been allowed a closer look at his injuries, but... I've been killed by having my throat cut before, in the game.
[ Although, clearly, his own PK via throat-slicing was temporary. ]
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...Do you think it was an accident? Someone challenged him to a fight and didn't realize what'd happen?
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[Is what she's assuming everyone else would think.]
Then what, he was assassinated?
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[ Very specific level of closeness, very specific cutting motion. ]
That... I don't know. Maybe he was. Maybe he was silenced. Maybe he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. He was a very nosy man, after all. It's all merely conjecture right now, though, so I hardly plan on saying more. Mostly, I just wanted to warn you. Yael killed me by slitting my throat during some very bizarre incident back when the guilds were first added to the game.
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[But it's good to know nonetheless.]
Checking out the boards, it looks like no one can contact other people in touch with him either. I'm starting to wonder if some stuff didn't go down outside of the game, too. So - you be careful too, got it?
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From the...? Ah, right. He apparently had caretakers. That is true. One may have murdered him while he was damaged from a recent area crawl. [ But if it's a real life murder, well. ] If that is the case, I don't think whoever killed him will hop over to Tokyo for me but I'll keep an eye out.
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It's pretty weird they're just keeping his body out for everyone to see and letting the game run as usual. Could be linked, could be separate. Either way it's one huge mess, that's for sure.
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[ Ah, but as much fun as ripping on poor Hien is, he's said his piece. ]
In any case, I think I will be keeping my distance from Yael until this is figured out. Do try to be careful.
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