yogen | open . May may may catch em all .

open . May may may catch em all .

Who: Jekyll or Hyde & your character of choice.
Where: A lot of places.
When: May 15-30th ( His Birthday )
What: General openers, and a Birthday one.
Warnings: None for now, except there is a Hyde opener so like u know... Hyde things.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⌞ Vibing . ( 5/15-5/20 ) ⌝ JEKYLL .

[ The School days Jekyll is found throughout attending to his leisure's the best that he can, he attempts to kindly speak to the other students but as of late it seems many have wanted to keep away from him. He is not easily dejected and does not blame any one of them to cease their talking, but a part of him hurts because much of his friendships that he had thought he held before. Were now blatantly ruined no thanks to Hyde himself.

He keeps a head on his shoulders, sometimes found in the Music room. To listen to whoever is playing on the Piano. It helps him relax, reminds him of his old life. Spending lavish amounts of money for plays and musicals to listen to. Often he can be found writing in his book, trying to procure a new method of containing Hyde or doing something about him.

Jekyll Can also be found in the libraries, the nurse office from time to time, and or other areas. Constantly in his notebook writing and figuring out things about the world around him. Quieter now, but if anyone speaks to him he holds a warm smile and welcomes the company happily.]

Ah, I was just writing in my notes about the differences of the Void school. I don't mind if you join me.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⌞ Can't read. . . ( 5/13 ) ⌝ HYDE .

[ Some how Hyde is awake - probably because the school has decided to call upon him. When he awakens he is at his locker, looking at the note in front of him. He reads it and cants his head:

⠀⠀ 'Counselor's office x:xxpm 5/xx'

Hyde takes it and immediately squints and cants his head.]

Wellp! Too bad I CANT fuckin' read so I guess we don't know what that sayssss.

[ He says it so loud and obnoxiously, as if goading for someone to come and answer his pleas of attention. He will double down on it, and look for some random person to bother. ]

HEY HEY!! What does this say? Wanna read it?

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⌞ Happy Birthday. . . ( 5/30 ) ⌝ Jekyll & Hyde .
(For this one if you want Hyde or Jekyll, Just put it in the header too of who you want. )

[ He heard his master was here, and a part of him hoped she was. His birthday was slowly coming closer day by day. When it finally was here, he had hoped to see her pop up. As he looked for her here and there, it was not the case. Hearing her cheery voice, or the others welcoming him on this day. Instead he heard nothing, and no one seemed to have noticed.

It didn't bother him, perse - in truth he felt this was well deserving. His existence wasn't worth any recognition after all he's done. He wasn't even recognized from his past as a amiable scientist all his hard work tossed aside for the imagery of a madman split in two. Ultimately the emptiness of this day would settle on his shoulders. It was a Sunday so he had all the free time in the world to himself to do as he wished.

He guesses he would sit there at the Clock Tower. Idly keeping to himself for the whole day. With a homemade rice ball in hand, and a spot of tea.]

Mm... I hope Hyde doesn't come out I'm sure he'll make a ruckus today about it... [ Or maybe... Maybe thats what other people wanted? Maybe... Maybe he should just be Hyde? People seemed to like him more that way didn't they?

Jekyll didn't realize he squeezed his rice ball too harshly, and all of it now were a mess upon his body. Or upon the clock towers floor. It takes him a moment to notice someone here - depending on your choice, your luck, and the situation. You can get either Jekyll or Hyde.]

What do you want?

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⌞ Wildcard. . . ⌝ Jekyll & Hyde . Just dm me on discord, or

witchcess for plot.

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Sure.

( whatever. try it bitch! )

Hmm... ~ Well, Hydecchi, we're on a date right now, aren't we? ( she smiles at him, sweet and eager, approaching the vending machine. he's just letting the snacks fall anywhere, gathering them in some weird... nest-like shape... what is this, an abo au??

she *bends over seductively to pick up a snack* *bends over seductively to pick up a snack* *bends over seductively to pick up a snack* *bends over seductively to pick up a snack* *bends over seductively to pick up a snack* *bends over seductively to pick up a snack* *bends over seductively to pick up a snack* *bends over seductively to pick up a snack* picks one up from the ground and glances over it, determining what it is. )

Did you spend all your points already, idiot?

Okay if this is a date then - [ Well shes close now, and he grabs her by the waist and leans in close to make the ugliest kissy face ever. He's leaning closer. ]

Lets kisssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!!!!!!!!!

( he's to liberal with grabbing her this way she's getting uncomfortably used to it; unfortunately for him, she's gotten her box cutter back, and before he can lean in close enough to actually kiss her, she's pressing the blade against his throat, eyes narrowed. )

How about a matching scar, instead? ( the wound on her neck is healing; it's still wrapped up, mostly so it doesn't open back up, but at least it no longer bleeds.

... her hand shakes a little, when the blade is close enough to cut through skin, but she doesn't falter, lips pursed and expression determined. she's not gonna let him push her around anymore, ok!! )

[ Hyde reels his head back and Rika will feel as if she sees Jekyll for a moment, the soften smile looking down at her while the blade seeps into his neck. However it is temporary, and the red eyes that glower down at her make it evident he is casting his judgement as he pleases. ]

Wow you wanna really make this a serious relationship? Didn't think youd wanna go that far - you got it in you? To do it?

( that flash of jekyll's smile is all it takes for her to falter; for her hand to tremble, uncertain, stuck between the devil and the deep blue sea. she knows she's just letting him get to her — his eyes are the same as always, crimson red and unrelenting, but he's well-aware that she'd never want to hurt jekyll, as opposed to him.

... she also knows that simply letting him go without any repercussions will just make things substantially worse. he's useful, she'll give him that — dumb and self-centered, but also a key to information she'd otherwise never obtain on her own. if she's going to let him hang around — if any of this has any future, in which he doesn't think that he's allowed to do whatever to both her and the people around her — he needs to understand that she's not going to hesitate again.

so she narrows her eyes, steels herself and pushes her hand forward; a clean-cut on the side of his neck, not too deep but deep enough to bleed, on the left side — same as hers. )

Shut... up! ( she has it in her now. )

[ The blood splatters along the floor, and Hyde lets out a maniacal howl that echo's through the halls as they both fall into void school with each other. She was goaded into cutting him, goaded into coming into a place where no one would hear her screams.

That was fine, she better be read because his hand palms the flat side of her big box cutter. Pressing it away while he flips out a knife from his pocket. A kitchen one - again he needs to just fucking regain his knife already lemme go do that. Flipping it out and reaching it forward without so much a hesitance aiming for her head. ]

LETS DANCE RIKACHANNN~!!

( the scenery changes, as expected — she's no longer surprised by how the school seems to overlap, a little dizzy from the scent of blood, the usual vertigo setting in. still, she doesn't have time to recover properly — hyde's already moving, a knife in his hand, and she just barely avoids the hit, slipping from his grasp and stumbling back.

... if there's one good thing about the fact that she's spent her last few weeks fighting dream-monsters, it's that her body's adapted to it; not unlike high-pressure training, despite being frail, she possesses the athleticism of an olympic-level gymnast, at least. it's probably the only thing that's able to keep her on her toes here, honestly — she knows full-well hyde's stronger than her, but if she's limber, then that's all she needs.

just don't get caught. it's that simple... right? )

What, are you getting excited? ( she sneers, pointing the box cutter towards him. there's no need to show him the swords just yet — but in a pinch, she will. ) Come on, then. I'll get you with a shot straight to the heart. ♡

[ He wont kill her now, but he might wanna maim her. Be maimed by her as well, the cuts and Knicks along their bodies. A shared requiem of an attempt at each other, was better than sex. Hyde hated sex - except he never really had sex really, there was no point to it. The rough housing of two bodies to ride the high of a climax could easily be done this way too. At least for him, every cut she would give him would burn in a over loading sensory to feel good on him.

Its why when she pat his head that day, it overwhelmed him. Didn't like it - didn't like that he liked being softly touched.

The hell with that, Hyde grimaced heels kicking against the floor. SLiding about in a dance as he comes to her. Knife wishing to cut along her cheeks, cut along that beautiful little face if it meant to show the world she were maimed and belonged to someone who tortured her.

Hyde does not talk, his face is calm serious. Alight with the ever dainty smile that peeks when he comes close to her. Smells her, Enjoys her entire being. He's hard. Im sorry Cain. ]

( she doesn't perceive fights quite like he does — for her, it was always something necessary; something she had to do, in order to save her friend, in order to protect other girls. in the other hand, she never hated it, either; it's certainly a thrill, and she might've even missed it, a little, having no way to really spend her excess energy since they've been locked up in the school.

still, she has to keep in mind that he's dangerous — that he's stronger, one, proper hit enough to pierce through soft flesh and crush brittle bone. taking him on directly isn't an option right now — but she braces herself for him, anyway, dances around his strikes, quick and nimble, feeling the knife tear at skin. what she can, she avoids — what she can't, she brings her arms up to take, in hopes of avoiding damage to her face.

whenever he pushes his arm forward, she ducks underneath and tries to cut at him, too — at his chest, at his side, less visible but with more intent. she doesn't care for anyone to see that he's been cut — the neck wound is visible enough — she just wants to fend him off. ... that also means she sees his lower body, though, and when she notices —

she quickly takes a few steps back, making a face. )

Eww, you're so gross. ( sticking her tongue out, she makes a "bleh" noise, wiping the blood off her cheek. there's a cut there, right under her eye, and she wrinkles her nose, displeased. ) Damaging an idol's face... you should pay for that with your whole life, Hydecchi.

Oh? How about I wish you a new face for my Grail wish then? [ Grail wishes, funny thing about that to come about he does have one. Thinks about it in this moment, thinks about how its weird this school feeds his wishes.

Hyde is impressed none-the-less. The two are by far a stark contrast of someone who has fought for years, versus someone who were just attempting to fight for their life. There was nothing subjectively calculative to her advances. Everything was for the right to fight, and Hyde realized that rather easily. Even as they dance along the floor, using the walls to their advantage. Flighting into a room, and kicking about the chairs and tables all about them. Whatever was inside of the void school, now seemed to be sent up in a flurry. The shadows all but fun obstacles in the way to Hyde's eyes.

Despite the weapon in her hands, and despite how earnestly ready she seemed to face him. Hyde seemed absolutely intrigued by what they were and what they could mean. Though he truly thinks ultimately she would never be able to take a life - and he thinks that's hilariously ironic. When she tried to not long before, to threaten him with her own life.

What is death if not a gamble of your own life against another? The pride of selfishness as if self entitlement were yours to decide for your own(life). In the eyes of god it is sinful to throw your life and kill yourself or especially kill another. So it intrigued him that the girl before him would do something so cynical to herself for the sake of others - calling it heroism.

He supposes, she is a Anti-Hero in the making too. ]

Tsk, don't look I'm shy.

[ Hyde states girlishly with his voice high pitch, covering his free hand over his boner. Though he immediately makes a cackling laugh when her blade comes down toward him and cuts against at his arm. Leaving a large gash where the blade had left. It bleeds because she had indefinitely cut deeply. The blood pouring out as it splatters along the dark floor. The Shadows around them seem to begin to fester.

Hyde on the other hand looks over the cut, grinning. They were both riddled with marks and cuts, an exchange of blades. However the deepest cuts were primarily on Rika from his own small knife. Yet it seemed the cut against his forearm bleeds profusely, and were indefinitely the deepest cut that had been made yet. ] Oh? Does it excite you that you might end up killing me finally?

... ?

( she has no idea what he's babbling about, but trying to make sense of a madman's words is hopeless, anyway.

besides, she's too busy trying to keep her head on her shoulders to really engage him in any meaningful conversation. he's obviously the far more experienced fighter here — while he strikes with intent and precision you wouldn't exactly expect from a madman, she simply hangs on, avoiding as much of it as possible. she's good at that, at least — nimble just enough to... well, not get killed.

the cuts still hurt — still impair her mobility, a little more distracted with each red slit that blooms over her skin; a little more dizzy with each lost droplet of blood, lips pursed in a thin line as she thrusts the blade forward, blindly, hopefully. it connects — cuts across his arm, parting flesh, and as soon as she realizes how deep it went, she jumps back, swaying. the shadows, who seemed perfectly content to ignore them before, stop by and look at the bloodied scene, the more cuts are made — she's not sure what the meaning of this is, but the unsettling feeling in her stomach refuses to leave regardless. )

"Shy," he says. You're a shameless, gross weirdo. Watch some porn if you're that desperate to get off! ( she huffs, looking at his arm. there's a cut across her face, several over her arms, her shirt torn up by all the wounds over her stomach and collarbones, exposing reddened skin. fighting him at this close of a distance is... probably not a good idea, she realizes; he's an expert with a knife, and she's more used to longer weapons, the box cutter just barely making do.

she used it primarily on herself, really. )

I'm not a freak like you. The thought of taking a life doesn't excite me in the slightest. ( her eyes narrow, as she pushes her hand towards him, the box cutter squeezed in her palm firmly. ) Instead, let's end this quickly.

( refuse him the satisfaction of playing with his food.

in a flash of blue light, the box cutter disappears — instead, in her hands are two, long blades with an odd, colorful design — she's much more proficient with these than in any short, knife-like weapon. the shadows take interest, so there's no point in letting this go longer than necessary — and still, when she charges at him again, it's not with a killing intent; she doesn't possess the instincts of a predator, and her bloodlust is almost nonexistent, mind focused more on bringing an end to this charade than anything else.

would she kill him? would she let him live? would she be able to make that critical of a decision, should she be in a position to do so? she doesn't know. she doesn't think her heart is in it. instead, she'll fight to survive; she'll fight to bring him down and to make sure he doesn't hurt her more, and the rest can be winged as she goes. )

[ Black hands would reach out to him, as if curious. As if in warning as he waded through the current of possibility that these black 'freaks' would compound their attention onto him. He didn't know if it mattered - the deaths or dying. If it were one of the transfer students that did (himself) or the randos he kills and wants to kill. However, as it were it seemed a dead or dying body was just a dead or dying body. Transfer student or not - It didn't matter who or what you were, if you were dead or dying. They would want your body.

He manages to maneuver here and there. Easily at that, when her weapon changes there is a flicker in his eyes. Now he knows there was more to her then he originally thought - rather that he realized she weren't such a normal human being. Perhaps no magus, but maybe something else relevant to his interests all the same. He compacts his attacks, arms now closed and typically riding across his chest. This is to make sure he has control over his attacks, especially with such a large weapon as she has.

However, he has fought Knights - and frankly larger beings. Her weapons were not something hard for him to adjust his fighting style to. Though he needed to be careful none-the-less. She lacked bloodlust and although he held none against her, he was attempting to get a rise out of this situation. It just felt as if she were not doing enough. So he decides to touch it up a notch.

Lets end this quickly, the words came and he answered with as much gall as the statement she said held. He came forward without so much as caring for brashness of his actions, and dove his knife straight forward as if to land it deep within her chest or stomach. Leaving distance between them small. ]

Hauh - you sure about that?

[ Time would almost seem to slow as he comes up close to her, and whispers that to her ear sensually. Their bodies were closed in, and her swords thusly came pummeling downward. HE manages to reach just a bit - if he cuts or not. It would be deep enough to harm her, but in doing so he is launched back by the blades. Crashing into several of the tables and chairs - the weird void school ones. And rocking straight through one of the shadows who seems to taken to a disliking of what happened. ]

Ah shit..

[ Hyde spits blood to the side... With himself attempting to collect to his feet, and dodging away from one of the shadows attempting to slowly reach for him. Now he has to dodge those things, as well as her - would he even be able to? ]

( it's not as if she doesn't notice that he's injured, even before they start fighting. there's a limp in his step, on the side he's apparently been stabbed in, and he feels... a little more sluggish than usual, a little less focused. it doesn't bother her — that just means she's got a better chance of gaining the upper hand, thanks to all of his idiocy that he's undoubtedly earned the wounds with. she's not the only one he bothers, she's sure, and there's plenty of people around here who could hurt him — after all, they're all just humans right now. ordinary and susceptible to damage.

that's neither here nor there though, considering he hardly gives her a moment to breathe, anyway. the shadows gather around them, the more blood spilled, the closer their attention — she tries to ignore them, swerve around them, try to avoid outstretched arms and curious fingers, but the longer this goes on, the harder it becomes. it's distracting, to say the least; it makes her let her guard down, unsure whether she should be parrying hyde's strikes or the shadows' hands, and perhaps that's why she allows this kind of closeness in the first place — there's a blade in her gut, blood pouring out of her mouth, and even though she pushes him back with a desperate strike, the pain is still very real.

clutching onto her side, she sways on her feet; hyde's laying on the ground, on a pile of broken chairs and desks, and her vision blurs, a little, when she takes an unsteady step towards him. she's got the upper hand now, her brain suggests — sure, she's on the verge of passing out, too, but... she could finish this off right here, right now. make sure he doesn't bother nor attack anyone else. make sure he doesn't kill anybody else, the memory of the girl's slit throat still fresh in her mind.

with a groan, she pushes herself towards him — the shadows follow her like vultures, waiting for her to tip over, but — instead of falling, she looms over hyde, piercing the desk next to his head with one sword while she drops into his lap, hardly graceful. straddling him like this, she leans over him, blood spilling from the wound on her stomach, trickling out of her mouth, out of all the cuts and bruises he'd left on her body. she feels the warmth of his body; watches him up close, now, as the injuries he'd sustained pour dark red, too — their blood mixes, and she narrows her eyes, struggling. she should kill him. there's no reason to, right? even though jekyll is in there, that still doesn't negate hyde's overwhelming presence — it doesn't mean he won't kill or hurt anyone again.

she raises her arm, the one still holding the sword, and takes a breath — she should do it. she should. she should. she should.

... ...... but she can't.

instead, she slices at the shadow trying to reach for them, watching the blade cut through it with ease. the figure blurs and disappears, just like that — her eyes widen for a moment, before she looks down at hyde again. )

I'm not like you. ( she says, finally; resolute and firm, despite her voice breaking. ) I won't... I won't take your life just because. ( for as long as she can keep this innocence to her, she'll hold on — lord only knows this place wants you to spiral into darkness. if... if she can avoid it, though, she wants to.

for herself. for all the people she's protected. )

You'll owe me for this. ( she adds, after a moment, slicing through another shadow as it dares approach. right, she should have some mirror shards in her pockets... maybe they won't have to bleed out here after all. with a huff, she reaches into her jacket, pulling two out — one, she stuffs into hyde's hand, while the other, she holds in her own. ) Don't get the wrong idea, by the way — Rika's only doing this cause she cares for her fans!

( dumb. )

[ She should do it. There was no reason for him to be alive, Jekyll felt this deep down inside. The constrains and truth of being a Servant who had lived their life already. Now sitting here monopolizing the lives of Human Beings. It was the issue the church held with the Grail, a unique object that wrapped the souls of the past with the future and living.

Here he were a remnant of the past, living existing - stealing the lives of the living. Yet that was construed in of itself, what was the truth of this school? He couldn't help but hate it, and its rules no different from being summoned as a Servant. Although freedom mattered to Hyde, he did not really care about the circumstances of this existence or as a servant. The truth were arguably simple. Ultimately he were an Anti-Hero, and contained to that fact alone justice mattered to him. Even to Hyde as well, so when he felt this world was something of which that should not exist.

There was still obligation to destroy it, and learn about its mysteries. Just not in the way the others knew or understood it, and frankly maybe because he wanted to in some way. Have some ownership of it.

At the same time he didn't care. The counselors words of: Flippancy. An accurate statement when reflecting on the conscious of his mind - what really mattered to him in the end? Not even Hyde knew, and only Jekyll liked to wish he knew.

He lives how he wants, in the moment - they both do. If justice mattered to Jekyll, then it was only because it was the right thing to do at any given moment. To chase that so he can chase the bad away. Almost childish, but it was his own childishness innocence that got them both into this mess. He who was Henry Jekyll, and he who was Edward Hyde.

If the girl who straddled him holding his life in her hands. Opted with decision noting his value, and worth in some twisted sick way - because that is how this world is now for all of them at this school. Then it would seem, he still had time to live. Still had time to do what he wanted. Still had time to figure out what sort of hell this place is. Continue his existence as an annoying Anti-Hero.

To do what no one else will, despite what they all think. Or so Hyde acts.

The glass settles into his hand, he knows what it is. Does not hesitate to take it. Does not hesitate with a flat expression at her, to slam it against the floor. Bringing himself at least back to his senses. Noting that Rika too, seemed to come to immediately on her end.

Everything upon them were gone, except for the pain that came from all the wounds that they sufficed to give one another in the void school. ]

Not now. [ He says sharply, waiting til they both come to. Grimacing naturally, because even if he liked pain. It still hurt, and he still processed it. ] But you will eventually.

[ What was the answer too? Im not like you, or I wont take your life? He stares at her to see which one she thinks it is too. A mere smirk on his face, as he grips his side discomforted. ]

( everyone's life has a value, rika thinks. whether it's to be of use to someone else, or merely live on as your own existence — she sees, now, that there's always things you can still do, and things you can still improve. it took her almost killing herself to realize life's more precious than that — that it's not something to merely throw away as you see fit. and... she's still young; to decide someone's worth, to be someone's executioner, that's... too much responsibility on her shoulders.

this place might be a kill or be killed, but if she can stand her ground for at least a little longer...

the shard in her hand digs into her skin as she crushes it, slicing through the last shadow before she snaps back to reality. and there he is, standing in front of her, unscathed sans for the wound on his neck and the one on his side, something he'd undoubtedly gotten before this even started. they're still close; she's still got her box cutter in her hand, holding it to hyde's throat, but she withdraws her arm now, huffing. her whole body's sore, but it appears as if she'd never gotten into the fight at all; she can feel the phantom pain of the wounds, of the blade he stuck into her gut, but it's not there, and she's not bleeding.

how strange. )

Maybe. ( she shrugs, flippant, pocketing the box cutter. she then reaches for him again — for his face, this time, grabbing it none-too-gently to drag him down to her level. ) But to begin with, there's nothing wrong with being how you are, idiot. ( a murderer, a criminal, an existence so lost and caught up in proving himself he's clearly just lashing out in order to find his purpose. she pities him, a little, she thinks; but she also understands how it feels, having been there before.

the murders, the hurt he causes... well, it's something to work on. she's not about to back down and simply let him run rampant, even if it means doing this over and over again. )

Let me see your side — we should probably get you to the nurse's office, huh? Dummy.

( stupid! )

[ Far too much pressed upon her shoulders, and the burden of it continued as the world around them. This School would demand more from her mind, and conscious then any one her age should have to go through. When she obliges and knows better than his own foolishness. Prompting and choosing kindness, because the belief in others spurring on goodwill for inspiration. In a sense - give back and act as you wish to see the world.

Rika doesn't kill him, because of that humanity that lingers deep in her heart. The morale that dresses her actions, and in the kindness of her existence. She is a good person, through and through. Perhaps even more so because she understands the evils a person can shoulder alone. Especially when she faced the value of wanting to end her own life, and having seen someone end theirs all the same.

Whatever that led her to believe in, the concept that 'working on' or changing for the better. It was that, that bothered both Jekyll and Hyde ultimately. As if to say those who enact cruelly, who do wrong by the world. Are still capable of change - that justice isn't just about enacting righteousness. In the name of what was done, but that it also means change for the better.

Was that not actual Justice? Hyde can feel his heart waver, in the moment she changes and acts as if there is nothing wrong. Comes back to the world of reality and just focuses on what is going on in the moment. Where the cut along his neck bleeds and stains all of his clothes.

But to begin with, there's nothing wrong with being how you are, idiot.

Hyde slaps her hand away from him. Rearing it then through locks of hair so that they get messy..]

Stop that.

( here's the thing: she doesn't want to feel this way. she doesn't want to feel pity, or sympathy, or guilt; if she were to choose, she'd get rid of all these emotions in an instant, leaving her the empty husk of a girl she pretends to be. unfortunately, that's not an option — and so she feels, and makes mistakes, and suffers, rinse and repeat, until her heart feels too big for her chest and her stomach twists in knots. it's that kind of a feeling that she sought to escape with self-harm; she succeeded, partially, but it's not exactly a long-term solution.

in the end, she's just fucked to feel bad for people, and for herself, and to mask it up with rude words, and then feel guilty over that, too — the definition of shooting yourself in the foot, really.

so she feels bad for him. it's hard to say whether her feelings for him are positive or negative, exactly — there's anger and bitterness and guilt and distaste, but there's a part of her that wants to reach him, too. here's the downfall of all of her emotion — no matter how strongly she feels for someone, she's bad at getting through to them, unlike ai; if she were more optimistic, more open, less broken herself, then maybe... just maybe... pushing through people's walls wouldn't be as difficult.

unfortunately, she's herself: damaged goods, never good enough. )

... ( withdrawing her hand, she purses her lips. ) Stop what? You need to get yourself bandaged up, dumbass. ( so she'll just... change the topic. play it off as if that's what she meant from the beginning.

pretend she didn't say something weird. ) Whatever you are back home, you're just human here, right? If you die in a ditch somewhere just 'cause you were too stubborn to get your dumb wounds treated, I'll really kill you.

[ That gets him.

"Youre a human here right?"

No, no, no, no - all of that is wrong. His thoughts become dark and his mind seemingly faltering between two realities of what that means. It bothers him because he knows - there's a feeling deep inside his chest. That inevitably he will return exactly to how he was - he is in fact COUNTING on it. Otherwise, what was the point of this existence? A second chance in a jail cell like freakish school to do what - kill others?

He is a servant, first and foremost. There is nothing human about him. ]

Shut up, [ He flicks his finger against her forehead. Leaving a mark, reaching his hand to clasp over the cut against his neck. Deep as it bleeds along his figure. ] I am literally decades older than you in theory - and just because I look human doesn't mean I fucking am. Which is the whole DAMN point, wake up Rika. Before you end up forcing that morality of yours onto others - fuck. Before you end up dead on the floor from some other sick prick who isn't me - or worse you end up sleeping with a murderer.

[Hyde clicks his tongue, annoyed angry. He misses her, misses the person who got him the most.]

Ritsuka was better than this? And she got the picture when she were only like 2 years older than you. Wasn't forcin' nobody to be something they aren't, and I'm not about to let you humanize me. Fuck off.

[ He shoves her, palm pressed against her shoulder blade. Passing by heading to the nurses office. Wanting to spit on that kindness, step on it, squeeze her until she chokes on it - whatever. His need for destruction over came him but his inability to destroy someone who is in the right path of justice. Bothers him. She's lucky, he doesn't have Madness enchantment. He'd be worse off. Unable to control those urges.

Why doesn't he realize though, as he is now? He's the most him he'll ever be, and the more he wants to be a monster. Or return back to the servant he could be or once was - the less himself he will become. ]

( for a moment, she wants to follow after him and argue, but — no. she knows how to pick her battles, at least, just like that time she'd left neiru behind to ai; it's best to withdraw when you know you can't do anything, and she just watches him walk away, eyebrow raised. he's so adamant that he's not human, but... his body bleeds like one, and here, how old he is in that so-called reality of his doesn't matter. no matter how hard he wants to deny it, he's human, at least temporarily.

well, whatever. she's exhausted and sore, and just wants to lay down and pass out, honestly.

before she walks off, she still turns to shout after him, though, just in case he thought he was getting away scot-free: )

You fuck off, you dumbass! Go suck a dick!!!!

( okay, now she can walk away. )

FUCK YOU BITCH!

[ From way down the hall. ]

MAYBE I WILL!!

Edited (i had to add that last part wait) 2021-06-05 23:16 (UTC)

CHOKE ON IT THEN!!!!

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open . May may may catch em all .

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v3 sucked my life i am now here for u rika baby gives u my all

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