yogen | Pass the point of No return .

Pass the point of No return .

Who: Hyde & Rika
Where: Clock Tower
When: May 11th After Meeting .
What: Murder be happening .
Warnings: Death, self harm and... Will add.
CLOSED unless u really wanna come in here i GUESS.

[ Rika wriggles around at his waist, but even without his skill Monstrous strength. When he was Hyde, he was very athletic and very capable of holding the woman upon his side. 5 Feet or not, she was not going anywhere and he was very determined after her display of disregard to very well enact the want of a plan within his brain. Nevertheless the attachment to Moriarty suddenly had upon her - made it all worse. Now it was absolute business, this girl was playing with fire and didn’t know how harsh the flames she stoked could go and Hyde enjoyed playing dangerou games. With individuals who were like her, there was nothing but absolute catastrophic excitement burning within his chest.

Was this the HOPE that man with the whirling locks of dirty hair kept talking to him about? He never thought of such things in the ways of others, not as a known serial killer. Copying the mindset of others was a foreplay in the bigger spectrum of things. In the end to Hyde, this was about friendship, love, and intimacy. Just how much closer did this girl wanna get with him? In order to really rectify that, in order to really show who he were, because he was getting pissed and tired she wasn’t taking him seriously.

He would play a dangerous game.

Even if she was wiggling about in his arms, he would toss her upon his shoulders and hold her tightly. Whilst her front hung down his own back. Whilst he haphazardly with a little skip to his step in the wee late hours of the school, headed down the halls toward the Clock Tower. Slamming its door open, letting the individual locked and tied up at the top of it know what was coming. Or rather - who. ]

No talking until we’re there, you'll ruin the moood babe.

[ As they get to the top, he drops her. Just like that. Hopefully she lands okay, and not roughly. He waits till she is adjusted in the room, she would note there was some muffled screaming coming from within the seemingly empty room. Though there were boxes, cases, and an enamor of strange places to store things. ]

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( somewhere midway, she gives up on struggling — his grip is too tight, and all of her squirming just makes him hold her tighter, which results in discomfort. so she lets him throw her over his shoulder like she weighs nothing, and wonders how he's fine with having her ass directly next to his face but not with her fingers in his mouth —

she's never actually been to the clocktower before, so this route is unknown to her. she has no idea where he's taking her — only that it's far, and higher up. he doesn't answer her questions as to why they're going there, either — she can only assume he'd gotten fed up with her teasing, but honestly, it's hard enough as is to guess what goes on in hyde's head. she figures they'll have time to talk about it once they arrive, if... he doesn't like, lunge at her, or something.

she has a knife and a scalpel on her, if she needs to defend herself, though... )

Hyyyydeeee... ( they're going up the stairs, up and up in a spiral until she's dizzy, as he opens the door and promptly throws her on the floor.

her back hits it painfully, and she winces with a small groan, pausing a moment after — there's definitely someone else here, someone audibly struggling, and she scrambles to her feet, alarmed, trying to locate the source of the sound. )

Hey, is there anyone else here? You okay? ( ... she just kinda... ignores hyde completely, trying to find the muffled voice. it sounds like they're gagged, or something — following the sound is a bit difficult, with all the boxes and other shit scattered around, but she tries, anyway, confused and on high alert. does hyde know about this? )

Eh? Yeah 'course there's someone here. Stashed them here since no one wants to walk into the smelly clock tower anymore. [ Hyde walks over to pull out a large tarp - looks like something he stole from some gardeners shed. Don't ask him how he's found it, but he's found it. Perhaps one of the students he stole it off of. That is neither here nor there, he rolls it out across the floor and when he does its very evident to the other there is dried blood smeared all over it. Disgustingly so, the wretched smell of something rank and malodorous. ] They say its cursed ya' know. But dont worry about that.

[ He whips his hands up all enigmatic, using his hands to continue to give emotions to everything he says. Though he's moving around the area like he lives in this clock tower. Adjusting things here and there, placing something by the stairs to make it harder to run away. He comes up close and slams his foot on top of a black box that looks like something you'd out instruments in. There's a bunch of holes, and it looks as if its falling apart. The sound of someone crying comes from within. ]

'Iight, you ready for a show?

Stashed?

( he talks about this person — another student, probably — like they're some sort of an item, or a toy he can have fun with later. it makes her expression sour, clearly disapproving; jokes are jokes, and she takes threats in stride, but messing around with actual, human life is definitely taking things too far? maybe she's being too soft — maybe people here just don't care, because this school is so bizarre death seems to be lurking at every corner — but if she can prevent it... she wants to.

the tarp he takes out looks dirty; bloodstained, most likely, if the momentary vertigo is anything to go by. the smell catches up to it, too — the air's stagnant and unpleasant enough as is, but with blood added on top of that, it makes for a nauseating mixture. her stomach twists, wanting to expel whatever contents it contains — her fight or flight instincts spike, as she realizes the danger she's currently in, but... well, it's rika. flight is rarely an option — if she can, she'll always take fight.

eyes narrowing, she places her hand on the pocket of her jacket, where the knife he'd thrown at her earlier rests. )

Hyde... ( the cries are distracting; it's obvious whoever's in that box is scared to death, and the sound is grating on her ears, slim fingers balling into frustrated fists. ) Stop messing around! ( is it stupid to approach him? probably, but she does it, anyway, getting all up in his face, as if to ward him off the box. ) What the hell's this meant to prove, huh? That you're big, bad and scary?! If you've got a problem, settle it with me! ( there, she can even place her tiny hands on his chest and try to shove him away from the box... pls don't expect too much though she's just a teenage girl. )

[ Her face changes, with ever slither of the truth that comes to wind into her head. As realization starts to settle in, words meant nothing to Hyde but they also carried every bit of truth to it when he spoke. The feelings here were that of many, for one - as he recalls the gentle bliss of Rika’s sweet lips churning into a smile the few times within that room. There was this adherence that she had power over him - and enjoyed it. Whether she knew it or not, whether she cared to agree to it or otherwise. The fact she toyed with something for the sake of attention meant they were one in the same.

However, Hyde was far more out of her league than she would ever come to realize in terms of acting out actions for the sake of attention. It was that notion, when she still played with him. When she winked at him, or fucked around with the shit he said. It was built up from that, even if it was only but an hour at best - it was enough to tip Hyde into the other side. He has killed courtesans in far lesser time, or gone murdering children for lesser reasons.

Though this was a bit different, because he liked how she played with fire. Saw it in her eyes, how she wanted to dance with danger. To him he wanted to know just how much she would put her hands into the flames, and watch it burn. It was a game, and with the murder school and its rules adding a wonderful allure to it all. Hyde felt there was no reason, nor nothing to hold him back.

No Master to tell him no.

No Command Seals to stop him.

No he can do whatever he so damn well wants.

Hyde kicks the box and it flops to its side. There came tumbling out some girl with hair all cut in an enamor of ways ( because he cut it for fun ), clearly forcibly done by Hyde himself. She withered in agony, and winced when she came about undone on the floor. Her hands & ankles tied up, a gag placed within her mouth. The girl begins shaking, as the drool from behind the gag begins to pass beyond the makeshift item clasped around her face. If Rika looks at her body, she will see cuts and nicks along the length of her arms, legs, nothing too deep. Which will mark the right thinkers as odd, because it means the references of anatomy Jekyll knew bled into Hyde’s mind. Whatever he cut, it was never deep and never a deep artery. Still, they were cuts. Wounds. Bruises. And her ankles were broken so that she couldn’t run even if she tried. ]

Heyyyyyyyyyyyy!!! [ When he talks, she winces. Crys even.] Did you know? That. At 12am till 6am, no one can hear the sound at all.

[Hyde rolls upon the box and sits on it casually. He’s got another knife - where the fuck did he hide this one? It’s the home ec knife, at least this one is a steak one and smaller by comparison. Well it’s fine, he’s throwing up and down catching it calmly. Wanting to see what she will do, wanting to see the reactions she will make, and hoping for something wonderful to happen. ]

( she realizes that — albeit a little belatedly — this is probably just an elaborate ploy to get her to dance to his tune. it pisses her off, honestly; there's no need to involve other people in whatever they've got going on, and there's certainly no need to waste lives in order to catch her attention. she's never made any promises, nor sworn to protect all lives; she's no hero, not even close, but... she recalls all the girls who thanked her for protecting them, and their gentle smiles as they'd faded away, and it's enough to make determination to save this girl burn within her chest.

no, she's no hero — and everything she's ever done was only ever done for selfish reasons — but if there's a way to atone for all the mistakes she's made before this... )

Hey, Hydecchi. ( he can even have a cute nickname, as she kneels next to the girl, examining her briefly. cuts over her skin, all over her body — not too deep, and she recognizes this only because she's used to making these on her arms — and certainly not lethal. not yet, at least; not until he finishes the job. ) If you play around with other girls, I'll get mad, y'know? ( raising her head to look directly at him, she smiles, gentle and pleasant. he's not a good actor; everything shows on his face, emotion and violence spilling out.

she's different. she's used to tricking people into believing whatever they fuck they want to believe, because it's easier for a girl to live when she pretends she can conform. )

Are you already bored of Rika-chan? That makes me so, so sad... ( the knife in her pocket rests heavy, a comforting weight as she rises to her feet and steps over the girl, standing between him and the body, a quiet message that to get to the girl he'll have to get through rika first. ) As an idol, I'll only ever let you have eyes for me! ( she's coming closer, unafraid, even if her heart beats a stuttering staccato, echoing against her ribs.

she won't be scared. she'll be brave, and she'll save the girl. )

You want attention, right? You're like one of my obsessive fans... I bet you'd line up a bunch of times just to get to shake my hand, wouldn't you? Anything to get your beloved Rika-chan's eyes on you... ~ ( hands on his shoulders, she reaches down to grab his wrist, holding up the hand that clutches onto the small kitchen knife he'd undoubtedly stole. ) I'm here, so what are you gonna do? We both know you're just a little coward, deep down. Are you a virgin? You act like one. Pfft — what a loser. If you wanna get the girl, you'll have to do way better than that!

[ Now if only she meant what it was she said to him. Hyde spends his life dedicating to reading the faces behind peoples masks, it is what feeds him. What delights him most truly, because he wears his emotions and self upon his sleeves. With no care for the monstrosities that decorate his mind or sanity. Though that was half right, as was she when she spoke to him.

It is half true, that Hyde cares little for good will - but it is also true he actually adores it. The genuine sweetness of someone despite being faced with something so decrepit then this. He enjoys watching good will bend over, churn, and dismantle in front of him. Enjoys watching as people try to harness good will to protect their own sanity or others. How a good person will convince killing someone bad, will save everything pure about them - these are the things Hyde hungers and delights in the most.

In this moment, what he sees is a girl coming forward to sacrifice her own well being for the one on the floor. Thinking her life is worth nothing - Rika, and ignoring the possibility that he would do to her what he has done to the girl on the floor. Her hands brisk along his wrist and hold’s it with a firm grasp. It is obvious she is trying to control the situation, the best her little 15 year old heart can muster together. He finds it hot in a way, watching a girl try so hard to push his buttons when she knew nothing about him.

Which was the whole point of this - the whole sudden need to show her. When he felt annoyed and overwhelmed by her jests as well as interest in fucking with him. What better way to show someone who you really are then dive right into murdering in front of them right? To Hyde this was the ideal perfect date.

His own wrist grips around the hand upon his shoulder. Reeling it suddenly to his lips, where his tongue lapped along the inside of it. ]

Babe, I will definitely make sure at the end of it all. My eye swill totally be on you, and your eyes will want nothing but to be on me.

[ Whether it is because you hate him, or love him. He’ll take whatever and swallow it up like the hungry fucked up man that he is. Just with that, he kicks his foot out and swings it around her ankle. Enough to make her lose her balance so when he stands right up. He pushes her down so she falls upon the girl readily. ]

SIGH! SIGH!! Why are you talking about my virginity!!!! STOP THAT! That’s embarrassing, and might piss me off if I wasn’t so annoyed with you right now. But we’re in the fighting stage in our relationship and I’m going to be the better one here and understand you are saying things you don’t mean ok sweaty?!?!?

[ Each step he takes with stride is full and with power or authority. Stepping over Rika, then toward the side where the girl on the floor riddled with wounds were. He is in control of the situation, and very rightfully in his mind as to what will occur next. He reaches down and grips the girl by her hair, dragging her up so that she attempts with all her might to stand - but she is in so much pain. The wounds she had began to bleed from the rough movement. Crying, screaming, and gagging despite how exhausted she seemed to be. There is a look upon her face, rather then wanting to beg for her life. The girl looks as if, she would rather die a quick death to have release. As such, this is the expression that she wear when she faces toward Rika. ]

Okay, let me see what you're made of. Beg.

[ The Knife he has, winds upward toward the girls neck. She cries, whines, and nearly gives into whatever the hell is to happen next. ]

Edited 2021-05-17 23:00 (UTC)

( she means it, more or less. slipping into her idol persona is easy — it comes naturally, when she's stressed or anxious or just unsure of how to deal with a situation or a person like hyde. it's easier to smile and play nice — it works on most, but... as expected, holding her tongue isn't something she's particularly good at. she wants to see what makes him tick; what pisses him off the most, and what hurts. and then she wants to hurt him, for what he's done to the innocent girl on the floor.

it's only right — blood for blood, even if it's upon your tongue.

but, god, she's not ready to face the burden of another life lost because she failed to protect it. she's not ready to shoulder the weight of it; surrounded by death is bad enough as is, but when it's a death you know you could've stopped if you just tried a little harder? that's the worst. so she watches him, a little desperate and a little hopeful, as he brings her hand to his lips and licks the inside of it — an illusion of obedience, before she's back on the ground. )

Hyde — ! ( she's quick to peel herself off the girl, to make sure she doesn't hurt her any more, but — fuck, that moment of unawareness is plenty enough for hyde to grab her instead. helpless to stop him, she watches as he strides towards her, fingers coiling in her cut-up hair, dragging her body up, now with a knife to her neck. her expression is pitiful — she must be in so much pain, both from the fractures and the cuts, and rika knows full-well if she could speak, she'd probably just beg for this to end.

not yet. it can't end yet. she wants to mindlessly lunge at him, like she does in most situation, but the knife at the girl's neck is too much of a risk — one cut and she's dead. pushing herself up to sit on the floor, she raises her head to look at hyde, hair tussled and expression desperate. )

... ( this isn't the time to be prideful. this is the time to give him what he wants and hope for the best. ) Please, ( so she begs, even if her fists ball up in frustration, bare knees scraping against the stone floor. ) just... I hate this. I don't... I don't want someone to lose a life just because you wanna prove a point! If you wanna hurt someone, hurt me! What, am I not good enough for that, either?!

( sniffling, she reaches into her pocket, to grab the knife he'd thrown at her earlier and press it against her own neck, as if holding herself hostage was somehow going to change this. )

Should I do it for you? If you won't hurt me, I'll gladly just do it myself! You think I've never done this before?! ( her voice rises, to something akin manic, the blade drawing first blood as she presses it tighter to her own neck. )

[ That was something he would have never - suspected. It was new, different, and so it made it special. The moment imprints upon his mind, and will surely haunt the dreams of Jekyll if he so much as tries to sleep the night away. He’ll view the somber eyes of a desperate beautiful girl, with a heart full of justice attempting to undo the wrong doings of the monster before her. It’ll burn into his mind, the eyes that glow colors of life meant only for him. How can Hyde not find this moment romantic? How can Jekyll not find himself riddled with nightmares from it?

His heart lurches in his chest, and his grip around the girl loosens. He feels as if he just jumped and took a fall - things changed and the course of actions from her actually surprised him. However his grip upon the dying girl is firm, and the woman within his hand all but trembles at the sudden change of demeanor the Murderer seems to hold thusly. There was a slight bit of hope in her eyes... Hyde is upset Rika would do that to herself, and pities her because he finds her pathetic. The array of thoughts she must have endured to allow herself the conscious acceptability to kill herself if it meant saving another - was he really meant to see such a beautiful thing?

Hyde is calm, uncomfortably so. Then with such suddenness, the knife cuts across the woman's throat and the blood splays outward. A flowing bout of river entering into their clock tower. The world around them moans with a change of the world, as they both begin to slip into the Void Realm itself. Hyde is calm in his movements, but fast. The girl gets dropped as if she were nothing, her spurning twitching body losing life as it crippled to the floor. The blood pooling outward and kissing against the tarp then dripping toward the wooden surface beneath it.All the while he, with no reservation upon him, stepped toward Rika. Reaching for her wrist.

The intent would be to stop her, grip that wrist from cutting that beautiful neck. Make certain she would not so much as allow the blade to rip across her own skin, and he walked upon her with such vivid sway of his motions. Like gentle waves crashing down the beaches shores, he is steady, calm and present. That hand grips to reach her wrist, and the world around them continues to change into the other place thusly. Nothing mattered to him but this moment. Nothing mattered to him but her, and the power he wished to have over her life. ]

Don't do that.

[ Hyde says softly, staring down into her eyes. ]

Edited 2021-05-18 00:54 (UTC)

( the blood that spills from the girl's throat splatters over the room; on her shirt, on the tarp, on hyde, filling the place with the smell of iron. she feels sick; she feels hopeless, like all of her life's just drained out of her, like something heavy had settled on her heart, dragging it down to her stomach. in a flash, the room begins to spin, the familiar vertigo setting in; she's dizzy and terrified, hands shaking uncontrollably as the scenery fades to ruin.

the blade at her neck stings, a familiar burn of a cut being made. she tries to sink it in deeper — lets it dig into skin, lets it part the flesh, but hesitates to push it any further. and then, the realization hits her: she doesn't want to die here. back home, back before mannen had saved her, she was ready to let go of everything; now, when she knows there's people and things she still wants to protect, it's... hard. letting go of life on a complete whim... she doesn't want to do it. it's not fair. it shouldn't be her.

long, unfamiliar fingers wrap around her wrist next, her hand promptly dragged away from her neck — the knife falls to the floor, bloodied, and she gasps, only now realizing she's been holding her breath. the harsh sting of a cut burns, but keeps her grounded; she raises her head to look at hyde, eyes wide and lips trembling, opening and closing her mouth in an attempt to utter something — only for a broken whine to fall out instead. )

Why... ? Why'd you... ? ( her chest rises and falls rapidly, as tears begin to spill from the corners of her eyes. the body of the girl is no more — a mere shadow, a bundle of absolute nothingness, and she falls forward, into hyde, free hand coming up to grab at his shirt, fingers tightening in a grip. and then she wails, her face still buried in his chest, gripping onto him as if he were her only lifeline. ) Why... why?! Hurt me... why... why couldn't it be me...

I already hurt you enough - don't ya think? Besides, I don't wanna kill you yet.

[ Hyde states softly, as if it were something to speak fondly over or even talk gently toward her like that. Such abhor mannerisms were not suited for the sense of romanticisms he decides to have - of which he barely even understands. All he sees is a moment imprinted to him, and a girl he wants to cut his way into from the inside out. There was no sense of boredom here, not like the whores of London or the women who obsessively clung to his good looks. This was entirely different, and in that way he hungered for it.

If he were to idolize her, then she would in turn idolize him. Whether it be her looking down upon him with a fury and reckoning that she would kill him. End him - destroy him. What Hyde wanted was exactly that, no even further beyond that. His grip over her will, and conscious slipping through his finger tips. Like warm blood pouring out its essence unto each one of his delicate fingertips.

All of it, he wanted to swim into the ocean and the only reason he could was since she was so young and impressionable. It made it that much easier for him to dig his claws into, and sip the folly of his reckoning. Truly - what would Moriarty if he saw what was going on with his precious little new found daughter.

Hyde lets her go, dipping down to reach the knife from the floor. Making certain that any other objects that she could harm herself with upon the void world were gone from her reaches. He shuffles past her, his shoulder bumping into hers as he begins to walk toward the staircase.

This was enough, he staked his claim or mark. Now the true fun would begin - he wondered idly would she hide this moment to herself? Beckon for the others? Or will she try to conquer her own demons - and he ideally thinks of Komaeda as he kicks away the box in front of the staircase. Starting his steps downward with a sudden eureka upon him. ]

Ohhhh, that’s what that bastard means when he keeps talking about despair and hope… Interesting.

[ He keeps going but doesn't look back, he'll be the first to return back to his consciousness. Then leave all the same. The equivalent of getting himself off, and then leaving the other with no care for the other what so ever. Is she gunna follow? Get pissed at him? Well hes leaving down the stairs... ]

Oi, oi - you let the void demons take that body or they’ll end up taking you with it. Better go find a mirror to smash - see you on the flip side.

( she hates it. she doesn't get it — the depth of his feelings, and what he's thinking. why did he do any of this? what was the point, if she's left alive and almost unscratched, sans the cut on her neck, self-inflicted? and then he just... walks off, like nothing had happened? she watches him, a little stunned, as his back slowly disappears between the wall that separates her from the spiral staircase. he's undoubtedly going to find a mirror to break and return to the real world — but she can do it faster, considering she's got one on her.

but what then? she feels as if all of her strength's been sapped from her, just barely staying upright. shakily, she reaches to her pocket, to pull out one of the six mirrors she'd found in her locker — she's kept it on her all this time for emergencies, and... what is this but an emergency? )

Fuck you! Asshole! You'll pay for this! Don't think you won't! ( well. it's not rika if she doesn't shout something to make a good exit — and then she promptly smashes the mirror, expecting the body to still be there. maybe the girl is still alive? but when the mirror shatters, and the scenery around her fades back into the usual, the body is nowhere to be found — just a pool of blood where the girl had bled out, and her own blood, pouring from the side of her neck.

she brings one hand to touch the wound, grimacing slightly, as the vertigo hits her once again — this time hard enough to make her sway on her knees, the world slowly fading to black. she's so tired; she doesn't want to be awake. maybe when she wakes up, all of this will turn out to be a bad dream?

... so, yes, she just passes out, from the shock of everything, and from the slowly increasing blood loss. goodbye cruel world — )

[ When Jekyll was merely 18 he had succeeded in his professional career where far too many people had not. Although summoned at the age of twenty, due to this being his prime and the system rules of the Throne of Heroes - or the Holy Grail. He very well carries the memories of the decades he spent living on in his era of age. However, he genuinely acted as if he were still within his twenties. Fresh out of his vast pedigree private schooling, a single rich man with no parents forced into the world to do with it what he could.

Eyes were constantly upon him, judgemental outcasted looks of disagreement or approval would come at the flick of their eyes. Every one of his actions retained a sense of needed scrutiny as if they all waited for this man to fall apart. It was why he vowed from a very young age to hide all things evil deep within. Thoughts of pleasures? Unneeded. The thoughts of anger, uncivil. Disdain upon your peers, unjustified and dismissed.

His philanthropic actions came at behest his gross need to make sure he always did good for others, and did good by others. The orphanages he helped set up, the scholarships he helped support, and the time he spent teaching freely when time would allow him. Were all actions he took to make certain he was someone that the world wanted to see. Not who he wished to be.

So when Sherlock one day comes to him and inquires for his expertise. What Dr Henry Jekyll did not suspect to come from such a situation had been his obsession with wanting to find justice for such evils. Or find a solution to cure what evil meant to the world. It was an innate desire that stemmed suddenly in tandem with his own anxieties, feeling the rupture of pressure that he wanted to do more harm to the world than good. A frustration upon seeing true evil - ‘Why?’

When he had orchestrated the face toward others so ardently constrained hours of attempts to be what the world wanted him to be. Here was this man - Moriarty. Doing what he willed of it, upsurging chaos how he wished or desired. It became his silent obsession, wanting to rule out the cause and effect of that man's actions. While using sciences to understand the trajectory of one's mental feelings, he creates a tincture with his Alchemic understanding. In doing so he created a vial, knowing full well it could kill him. Knowing full well the importances and value of being able to potentially separate evil from good. Knowing full well for once - he can take all the bad within him and put it away somewhere where none can see it. Especially himself -

There was nothing tragic about what had been done, just a selfish man with a childish youth upon him thinking evil was something unjustly. Thinking evil could be taken care of so easily.

Instead, he had done the opposite and gave the thoughts of his own mind and feelings of evil a place to be themself. As well as a name for keepsake.

Any actions Hyde took ultimately were things he earnestly wanted to do deep down inside, but knew better because that was the difference between Hyde and Jekyll. The choice of Humanity, and the want to care for others beyond themself. To this it translated into Jekyll as a means for helping others the best that he can, and for Hyde it meant dragging anyone under into the same wavelength as him. It was why in this moment he knew he needed to step up on what his foul actions had committed.

He took advantage of this young girl, did not discern her feelings and dragged her way down to the depths of one's mind that no person should go through alone. It was why he earnestly stood up in the middle of class. The teacher seemed rather alarmed that Jekyll of all people excused themself in a rush and hurry. Walking through the second floor into the first, opening the doors of 1-A only to see that she was missing.

Knowing in his heart the kind of girl he was, he beckoned himself to the Clock Tower. Sure enough she was there with her mind simply out of it. A bandage across her neck, and he took in a deep breath. Sucking in harshly, wavering slightly with fear upon him. However he was the mature one here, and he needed to step up on a mistake that his own insanity and lack of control had done to her. ]

Miss Rika…

[ Henry Jekyll stepped forward, entering the Clock tower but not allowing entrance unless she felt safe. ]

I know I am probably the last person you may want to see, but it is all the more reason I came here earnestly to talk to you and perhaps… It is too soon, but if not now I do not know if ever. If you would allow me… ?

( her gaze's stuck on the wisteria tree in the courtyard, as she's leaning against the clocktower window, staring blankly, lost in thought. she's not sure why she came here — to begin with, she should be in class right now, but... sitting at the desk and pretending everything was okay isn't really an option, after what she'd seen. coming back to this place isn't exactly smart, either — it still reeks of blood, of death, of him; she can still see his silhouette, hunched over the body, can still hear his voice, echoing against cold walls.

maybe in a burst of hopeful naivete, she wanted to check again if the body's really gone. the blood is still here — both the girl's and hers, the cut on her neck stinging still, despite the bandage now wrapped around it. as expected, however, no matter how many times she'd gone through the boxes left in this place, the girl was nowhere to be found, vanishing into thin air.

how strange. she'd worry more about that particular mystery if she wasn't so bothered by... well, everything else.

her thoughts are disturbed by his voice: familiar and sudden, every muscle in her body tensing as she turns to look at him. he's there, but he isn't, and immediately, she realizes this must be jekyll: so different from hyde, and yet strangely the same. she's not sure how the whole... personality swap thing works, honestly; all she knows is that hyde's not only crazy but also physically different, with broader shoulders and longer limbs, and she figures it has to be different than your usual split personality disorder. probably not entirely natural, if you ask her. still... his gentle mannerisms don't do anything to dispel the illusion of hyde — not anymore, not since he'd slowly approached her, delicate in his movements, grabbing onto her wrists and lowering his voice.

"i already hurt you enough, don't you think?"

as if he cared. )

You're fine. ( she shrugs, collecting herself immediately. she hates showing people weakness, or that she's shaken, or anything else that could make her look pathetic — she's shown hyde enough to last her years of emotional vulnerability, thank you very much. men will take advantage of anything you let them see, won't they? ) You don't have to hover outside like that, either. I know it wasn't your fault.

( and she understands that, she does. jekyll is not hyde. hyde is not jekyll.

... or so she thinks, at least. )

What's there to talk about? If you wanna apologize, I don't care to hear it. It'll mean nothing coming from you. ( she wants to hear hyde's apology, not jekyll trying to make amends for something a rabid dog had done. )

It is ultimately, and it’s important that no matter what it is you understand or accept for that matter. That you know what had happened was never your fault, and should've never occurred. [ His voice is firm and steady, he shuts the door behind him once she has allowed the form of consent into the air. However he does not come any closer than this, the promise of space and the need to make sure she is held with utmost respect in this situation. So he sits there by the door, to make it certain he would leave if she demanded it. ]

I cannot apologize for the actions of my other half enough, but in the end I am here less to apologize for the mistakes of my…. Transgressions, and more to contend with the fact that you understand what happened was not your fault and that you were not deserving of what had occurred. I beg you… [ His voice is weak now, trembles as he swallows hard.] To take who he is more seriously and do nothing to speak to him. Avoid him at all costs, he is not someone you should ever see or ask an apology for. Please, do not invest in any thought that he…

[ He needs to say we, but the way his thoughts are and how earnestly scared he is at this moment. Jekyll can't bring himself to affirm the two are similar in any way. ]

That he would ever have remorse over what he has done. You are a bright and wonderful girl, I don’t want what he had done to come between that. I believe… Moriarty has taken a liking to you.. ? I will talk to him as well about these matters.

[ Which is a big thing because he hates him. ]

( she's not looking at him; she's looking at the wisteria tree again, watching the leaves sway gently. to be honest, she hasn't really organized her thoughts on the matter yet; her mind's a mess of troubling memories and unpleasant imageries, and trying to make any sense of them is difficult. was it her fault? wasn't it? she provoked him, that much is true — but the girl he'd brought her to was already here prior to the meeting, so...

in conclusion, he'd only let her watch to make a point, rather than killing someone solely because of her. that, at the very least, is a little comforting. still... she feels guilty for being unable to stop it — for hesitating, when she could've attacked him with the same knife she'd cut herself. stabbing a real person... seems like too much, but when it's to save someone else... she should've done it, shouldn't she... ? she should have tried harder. )

I don't wanna. ( she says, finally. ) I don't wanna take that stupid loser seriously. It's basically just giving him what he wants. ( and she gave him too much, didn't she? the sight of her tears isn't something she shares easily — at that moment, she'd bared more than she'd ever wanted to. she doesn't want to give him the satisfaction of covering in fear — on the contrary... this fear is something she needs to conquer in order to keep an eye on him. she won't let him kill again. ) Did he tell you to come and try to scare me? I'm not afraid of him. I won't cower like you want me to.

( she's already made that decision, at least. )

... I don't think you should just go to him willy-nilly. He'll get really mad, you know? ( to be honest... as much as she wants to run and tattle, she's also a little hesitant, only because moriarty is bound to get upset. ) In the end, I... don't want you to suffer any consequences for what he did.

[ Rika’s genuine care for him even after all that had happened, is made blatantly aware to him at this moment. Jekyll watches as her eyes looks away - lost in thought, distant eyes trying to run away from the horrors and images that no doubt would haunt her for some time to come. They were not of fear, but full of resentment and remorse of where she could have done better. Could have done more, the look is that of someone seeking justice and he knows how it is that feels. Scared he deterred her from her own path of being Jekyll firmly resolved himself to solve this situation. All the more. ]

I am an adult, Miss Rika. If that is okay to call you? [ He paused briefly, to make sure she knew he was respectful of her being. He continues otherwise, ] My own actions and transgressions should not be without consequence - no one's actions like what I had should. If Moriarty is angry with me or feels himself wanting to do something about it. Frankly I think that he should keep himself on his toes rather than play games with the other half of me like he does.

[ Shaking his head, with his fist clenching as he looks down to it. Upset that it had truly come ot this. ]

This is not about cowering, and it isn’t shameful to look at someone like him and find fear of what hes done or could be. Or is capable of, it just means you are a good person and concerned for the future's wellbeing. That is amazing, so please do not think yourself a coward. You are anything but that. Even now… You let… You allowed me to talk and listen, there is no part of you that is cowardly Miss Rika. I insist that you convince yourself otherwise, after all you are still standing here and with resolve. With care to figure out how to stop what had happened from happening again, but that is why I am here. To tell you, that is not your responsibility. No matter what he has convinced you otherwise, even if he decides to become obsessed with you. [ And her answers, and this conversation is going to do just that. ] You cannot feel yourself to blame, this is NOT your consequence. I will make sure to best take care of this situation, I am so sorry you got dragged into something you should have never seen or felt for that matter.

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It's fine.

( she confirms, shrugging. she'd hate to be called anything even more official and stiff than this — but she's also understandably not in the mood to strongarm him into calling her something more casual.

instead, she listens to him, a little detached. she understands what he wants from her, honestly — in reality, he's probably right, and she should obediently stay away from hyde, no matter how tough it is to actually avoid someone in a locked building. and, still, she doesn't want to. she tells herself it's about her pride — it's about facing her fears, and overcoming them; she tells herself it's about responsibility — she was always forced to take it in full, for both herself and her useless mom, pushed to grow up and mature at a very early age; she tells herself it's what's for the best, because she can keep an eye on him and make sure he doesn't step out of line again.

... it's probably also out of sheer selfishness, though. can someone like him be saved? can someone like him save her? her soul aches dully, more prison than person; she wants to break free of the constraints of her own bleeding heart. )

Hey... ( she speaks up, after a moment, turning her head to face him. ) How much control do you have over him? ( just... in general. they're the same person, but they aren't, but she guesses he influences the other at least slightly. ) Do you know why he didn't kill me?

[ 'It's fine,' sounds as if someone shrugging it off. He hopes that at least, with her own issues and thoughts coming together in order. That his voice reached her enough to reconsider and think things a bit more clearly if not differently. He ultimately knows so little about her, and he wants nothing more then to continue to keep it that way. Jekyll knows enough, especially with how the circumstances between things are in current between them.

When her question is prosed, he looks up slightly. Brows furrowing slightly, looking a bit in dismay. ]

In this school its harder for me to control the urges of him coming through, because it's just... This place... Tips me over the edge I Guess? Theres nothing normal about where we are, and there is nothing safe or comforting about it for that matter. The moment I have - or show.... Weakness.. [ This hurts him to say. ] Sometimes it doesnt take much for him to take over at that, usually it was only if I took a tincture... But here in this school it feels as it were back when I was alive. Ah... That probably sounds weird.

[ He didnt meant to say more then needed but he digresses. ] I am actually a servant like Sherlock and Moriarty, we are just copies of the actual versions of ourselves. That lived a long time ago... That's why its more weird being in this school, I feel like I have a human body again when I shouldn't even have something like that.

[ He definitely ignored her question but because it was for her sake and his, as well as the fact he had wanted to talk about that circumstance more seriously. ]

That's why I cannot stress enough how dangerous it is, to talk to someone like me. Or even Moriarty... You cant always trust what that man says, but I would trust him right now more than me.

So he comes out when you're stressed?

( is the conclusion she's drawn from all this. jekyll tries to explain things to the best of his ability, and she's grateful for that, but he also talks so much she kind of... zones out in the middle of it.

more importantly, though, she has no fucking idea what a servant is, but right now, her brain can only handle so much. she's not about to question it, and doesn't have any interest in listening to some other world mumbo-jumbo that'll probably make no sense whatsoever. he could be the queen elizabeth's servant and move around the buckingham palace in nothing but pink underwear and she'd still ignore it.

she does notice one thing, though: )

You ignored my question.

( STARE. )

More ... More or less, even if that is the simplified truth. [ Jekyll admits, toying with the ends of his jacket. Uncomfortable himself, because frankly it was more to it then that. However she were young, and frankly if it made more sense to understand the situation like that. Then all the better, he did not need to impose his science or knowledge of his circumstance to her. Again, this was not her problem nor something she need trouble herself with.

As such he wanted to keep it minimal. The information she retained about this situation - simple for her to understand. So when she tries to rear the conversation back once more, he lets out a shallow sigh. Wanting to have laid that truth to rest, but again he consequentially answers very simply. Even if it were subjective or broad an answer. ]

Its not really useful to try to understand a mind like that, I promise you trying to rationalize it will make no sense. Why he didn't... [ He wants to repeat what she says, but instead simply states ] hurt you, is simply because he's a madman or murder more or less. When it comes to people who kill, you do not try to place them in a container of understanding like you would someone else who works on normal emotions. So please... Don't try to compare his actions to someone sensible like you or any of the others.

( honestly, the details isn't what she's concerned with. it's the reasons, the motivations, anything that could possibly... help her avoid it in the future. if she understood why hyde did what he did, then she'd know how to react to it — as is, she's in the dark, still, barely aware of what went on in his head. he's insane, she gets it; nothing he does makes sense, she gets that, too — but even killers work a certain way. something makes them tick. something makes them kill.

she looks at this man, nervous and uncomfortable, and doesn't know what to feel. jekyll seems pitiful, having to shoulder the responsibility of hyde; in the same vein, as far as she's concerned, he can simply withdraw at any given time and let hyde take responsibility for himself. )

You're not making a lot of sense, but whatever. Guess you don't know, either. ( she shrugs, tipping her head to the side. not a satisfactory answer, but she'll take it, she guesses. ) Do you share thoughts? Emotions? Feelings?

( and now her mind loops back to the whole servant thing. did he say they weren't even alive, or did she hallucinate that? )

Alsooooo... do you know where he put the knife he took from me? I kinda want that back —

Our feelings? Not nessicarily... [ The question bothers him, pokes a button he doesn't like. Regardless he wants to leave the situation at this point. Upset and ashamed all the same, however he had faced the situation this far. ]

The.. Knife? [ Jekyll is a bit taken aback by the question. A knife? He thinks upon where Hyde would put such an object. Knowing him it would be someplace where he himself did not have it - or just in the trash. Far away. Discarded as if it were nothing of importance. ] No... I don't. Do you have friends Miss Rika? I don't wanna leave you alone particularly in a place like this...

( it's obvious he's upset and uncomfortable; she doesn't blame him, honestly, but she's not done talking, either. now that he'd gone quieter, it's her turn, she thinks; she didn't want an apology from him in the first place, just some kind of an explanation, and she feels as far away from understanding hyde's thought process as she was previously.

unfortunate, but she'll work with what she has.

bending over the windowsill, she looks at the wisteria tree again, almost entranced by the gentle, swaying motion of it. isn't it nice? to simply exist. )

First of all, I want that knife back, so get it for me. ( this isn't a question: it's an order. he owes her this much, she thinks, and he seems just guilty enough to comply. ) Second of all, let that loser virgin know that the next time he tries to pull a stunt like this, I'll stab his eye out. And then the other. And then if he'll want to piss, he'll have to come hold me by the hand, got it?

( does she mean it? honestly, probably not. jekyll is a big factor — she's uncomfortable with the thought of hurting another, living being, but then again... he did say they aren't technically alive. she ponders over this, but the point remains: she will hesitate much less if there's ever a need to act again.

her posture's relaxed, almost welcoming, back arched and head tilted, as she smiles at him over from the window, letting her skirt ride up her thighs. this is mostly just to gauge his reaction — she knows hyde's into her, for whatever reason, so she wants to see how uncomfortable that makes jekyll in turn. )

I'll still tell Papa all about this. But I'll let him know not to hurt you, 'kay? 'coz I like you.

[ Jekyll at least did his part on the matter, when Rika speaks its obvious its with a flair of need to have control over what happened. He is not here to defer her from her own choice of actions. At the moment he just needs to support the situation of her feelings, especially considering what he had done as Hyde to subjugate it. If it made her feel better to tell herself she could stop him, or hurt him, or etc then he needed to allow it. At least for now, it seemed the air of danger did not weigh upon her shoulders.

He hopes that, in his actions and reactions to her from here on. Tell otherwise. Especially when he means to take a conversation to Moriarty himself over the matter, and knowing how that might end well.... He can only hope it will go over well.]

Thank you. [ He states. ] I'll see what I can do, I'll take my leave then.

[ The Assassin servant doesnt want to stay here any longer then he needs to, considering she did not seem to understand the situation in his eyes. He turns to open the door and begins to exit. ]

I hope you will reconsider my words about avoid him.

( she won't, but good talk. once her mind's made up, it's really hard to change it... but either way, she waves at him as he turns around, offering him one last smile. )

See you around!

( probably. if moriarty doesn't cause any permanent damage. )

I'm in 1-A, if you find the knife!! ( she'll also... add that on... just in case. )

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Pass the point of No return .

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tw: self harm

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Returning to normal is not an option ?

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