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[allinhishands]

All things that we ordained festival,
Turn from their office to black funeral:
Our instruments to melancholy bells,
Our wedding cheer to sad burial feast.

The ground is bloody; search about the churchyard:
Go, some of you, whoe'er you find attach.
Pitiful sight! here lie the lovers slain

Raise up the citizens: some others search:
We see the ground whereon those woes do lie;
But the true ground of all these piteous woes
We cannot without circumstance descry.

M.O.C.


[ooc: Here are the clues to the location of the first bodies. There will be a post soon from Kaito actually finding them. UNTIL THEN ENJOY FIGURING OUT WHAT M.O.C. IS TALKING ABOUT.

Credit for the words go to our dear Riffael mun. She's a genius for stringing this together.]

Comments

[misterblackbird]

How prescient.

[Well, he can say that now that he's seen both halves of the event. Curse you, Anon.]

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[allinhishands]

Indeed.

[misterblackbird]

I suppose you'll say no more. But you might as well admit to who you are. You've all but confessed as it is.

[allinhishands]

Have I? I am afraid that I do not know what you mean.

[misterblackbird]

I don't think it's coincidence, to see this on the Network and to hear the latest news in so close a time together, even if you might like to pretend that it is.

[allinhishands]

Romeo and Juliet. A tale of tragedy.

[misterblackbird]

Yes. Quite so.

[allinhishands]

Hopefully the police will handle this quickly before there are more murders.

[misterblackbird]

Do you suppose there will be more?

[allinhishands]

Plays do enjoy multiple acts.

[misterblackbird]

And yet here you've killed off the lovers already.

[allinhishands]

I wonder if others will rise to take their place.

[misterblackbird]

I wonder the same.

[allinhishands]

Time will tell as the days roll past.

[misterblackbird]

No further clues to drop?

[allinhishands]

Do you hunger for more?

[misterblackbird]

Clues, yes, but not murders.

[allinhishands]

I am sure that if you look hard enough, clues will be found.

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[dignity_misery]

I never cared much for poetry.

[But she does sound entertained.]

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[allinhishands]

No? Shakespeare had such good taste for murder and suicide though.

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[dignity_misery]

Taste is subjective, and it doesn't sound like much of a suicide with your mark all over it.

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[allinhishands]

Yet, I can honestly say that I did not kill them.

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[dignity_misery]

It doesn't have to be with your hands to be yours.

[The voice of experience. Two of her classmates committed suicide when she was a vicious little girl.]

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[allinhishands]

Such true words.

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[dignity_misery]

Which play is next.

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[allinhishands]

I would hate to ruin the surprise.

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[dignity_misery]

You'll drive me to distraction, you know.

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[allinhishands]

I hope you enjoy that.

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[dignity_misery]

To a certain extent.

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[worldofourown]

Whoever these 'slain lovers' are, I'm sure they'll have little complaints on such a lovely eulogy.

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[allinhishands]

We shall see, won't we.