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Entry tags:
murder murder murder
who: Jekyll & Hyde, Noah
what: Confrontations
when: July 2
where: all over
warnings: Not for the light of heart. Cw: suicide attempt, murder, etc
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what: Confrontations
when: July 2
where: all over
warnings: Not for the light of heart. Cw: suicide attempt, murder, etc
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Act one . Finale
Eyes are green, emeralds that take in the figure that seems to dilute itself back into his view. He can tell as he looks below that everything is blurry - so how did he know that they were both handsome and cute? Fingers tremble finally reaching for the glasses as they slide against his face and he comes to see the individual is -
below him.
Between his legs.
Knife work against every part of their body, there was an obvious struggle. And to be fair Mun loves Chihiro too much and doesn't wanna describe how bad it was, but you can assume. Chihiro was tied up against the pipes. Around 12am, and every time a fresh open wound was made - Hyde broke the mirror to return back. Then did it again, over and over. Until they bled to death.
A slow death, Hyde wondering if there was any retribution or clause in how many times he could go back from the void and return.... Yet when the body was dead it would seem, there was no issue of how much blood got onto the floor. Or maybe it merely was, there was no bleeding - what strange rules this world had.
That was Hyde's thoughts.
Jekyll's are with remorse, and sickening feelings erupting within his stomach. Seeing that the individual below him - whom he did not know was Chihiro from class 1-A. Was now dead with a look of anguish upon them, he turns nearly tripping over their body. Kicking it naturally, as he vomits into the sink. He can feel it now.
He can feel the end of everything.
The end of himself, he wants to die. ]
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β No one will ever know β
β The sorry tale of Edward Hyde β β . . . β
β And those who died, no one must ever k n o w. . . . β
[ This was the last straw, as Jekyll trembles looking over the tortured body that Hyde mangled out of their own enjoyment or curiosity. He grips onto the sink, wallowing in his own individual grief in the silent hours of 12am - he cant hear anything. Despite looking in the mirror and seeing his choking sobs... ]
β They'd not see my intent . β
β The shadow of Hyde's evil β
β Would forever kill the good that I had meant.......... β
[ This was it. Enough .... ]
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[ Fingers clutch tightly, knuckles are white and bare. The surface of the bathroom sink reflects back at him, and he turns the water on to flush away what became of his stomachs inside. The colors of red file through the water and wash away all that was there.... He aches... As if he was the one who were tortured for the amusement of another... How disgusting - Jekyll tells himself.
There is blood that drips down along his face. He feels tired, exhausted watching the silhouette of his existence from a third person point of view.. Day after day. As if his actions are not his own any longer, and the soft chill of his voice is only embraced by the emptiness of silence. He was crying... Trying to council himself quietly.. Nothing could hear him. His baiting screams of wanting this nightmare to end. Answered by the cackling voice now, akin to flames burning against him - Hyde's own laughter. His own laughter?
Why can he hear it?
Then silence.... ]
[ A hand grips through his locks of hair, he feels himself tugging far too harshly as if he were going to rip them off of their roots. He was exhausted and tired. Nothing were in his control any longer, and any semblance of peace that came to mind. Would merely wash away, along with the dead body below him whom he for all intents and purposes. Were someone he already forgot - as he began to block out who it were. As if dissociating from the situation entirely.
All of it began to erupt into a sense of listlessness, he felt just as he did so long ago when this had all first occurred. When he had first began to fall into the captured claws of his abhor existence. One of evil that he created from the foolishness of his own selfish wish. To peel evil away from good will, so that the future could know of a world that would not jeopardize others. Where world hunger could cease to exist, because evilness such as selfishness - would not stop others from giving. Where murder would no longer occur, and one would know the loss of life. Where - places like this school would not fester upon ill will into them all. ]
[ It had been done, the last of what would keep him together. There was no point to any of this - there was no point to him existing anymore...
And thus the soliloquy began.]
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[ His voice his hoarse, annoyed and seemingly amused all the same. It comes from the other side of the mirror - from Jekyll's eyes. Even though if anyone had come to see the scene they would see just a mad man speaking to himself at it. What is worse is that, this is indeed in the late night hours past that of 12am. Meaning that the sound Jekyll hears is entirely of his own mind speaking loudly to him only. ]
[ Jekyll grimaces at what he hears, shaking his head trying to combat the evilness leaking through the hoarse deep voice that echo's into his mind. As if Hyde truly were there speaking down to him, speaking at him, and reminding him his worth is nothing without the coexistence of him. That - ]
[ There was no such thing as freedom from ones own dark thoughts, that the persistence of evil is always met with the want to counteract the goodwill of what you do. That the EGO is always present, and that the ALTER is merely there to remind you of just what you can do. That any person can do - after all, that was the point of his own individual sciences. ]
β It β simplyβ isn't β sooo. β
β You will β n e v e r β β get β away β β from m e e e ! β
[ Jekyll knows it's true in the end, he is the only one who accepts that - except he also doesn't deep down. He cannot despite trying so hard, especially in a place like this and as Hyde snickers at him. Bellowing with such tyranny about him, that Jekyll cannot exist without Hyde thriving. That Jekyll is merely a rat wildly rushing away from his problems, his issues, and not facing the fact that a meek philanthropist like himself. Is capable of the ruthlessness that Hyde does. ]
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β Is a β f a c e β in the mirror! β
β I close my eyes β and β you'll disappear! β
[ Jekyll's feelings are that of remorse, for existing. No one would feel the depth of holding the mistakes and worse whims of what makes a person abhor like him. He knows what Hyde is, himself yes - but it had always been more than that. Now in the container of a servant his power doubles, his evils tripled, his existences changed with the leaking facts of other stories attributing into him. Jekyll and Hyde were more then just an amalgamation of a science experiment gone wrong. A simple man like himself cannot deal with it on his own. The thoughts derive of it, are of truths he cannot deal with, in a place like this where the school guides the hands of those into murder. Or doing ill will to anyone around them. This is too much for him. Even if this being is, ultimate.... Just another version of 'self'.]
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β When you face in the mirror! β
β Long as you β β l iii v e, β β I will still be here! β
[ The him that Jekyll wants to choke people who defy him, the him that Jekyll wants to kill Lucifer for omitting he was a devil being, and the him who finds agitation in the simplest antics of Crona. For their 'stupidity' and 'inability' to think for them self. The him, that Jekyll wants to get rid of. These things were of Jekyll's thoughts, and him alone. Merely because Hyde takes form of them and exemplify these thoughts into coherent actions. Where Jekyll himself could not, as if he were truly just a faulty coward in the face of others. All that Hyde does is tide himself around others accordingly, to how Jekyll desires. Merely because he desires, and Hyde becomes... That is how it works.
Dark intrusive thoughts given shape into a man, who will act them out for you.
The worse sort of being.
It was why...
Those like Dito, are individuals of interest to Jekyll deep down. He thinks, if he can understand Dito - then he can understand himself better. Dito being an entity who acts in his own wants, driving his inherent drivel of personality into the world. As if he believes being ugly, is the most beautiful thing. As if that were the normal way to be - or was it that he wanted to drag everything into ugliness with him. Hyde did not know yet, but Jekyll was intrigued - and Hyde was slowly becoming more obsessed with him.
That Rika - who, for all that she was worth. Were exactly how Jekyll thought he wanted to try to be. Someone strong even at their youth, someone able to take the evil things that she sees and look beyond them. Or into them, and understand their depths without fearing what it is she sees from it. Hyde's obsession with wanting to drag her deeper in. Wanting to torment her - this was all Jekylls deep seeded desire to ruin something so earnest and genuine.
His want to kill Komaeda, because he feared him.
The obsession with Hajun, because he wanted to be him.
Hyde echoes the silence of what Jekyll wishes to see. Merely because he does not act it out - does not mean they are two with different ideas. They are toned in colors, but always remain in one hue.
It is hilarious to Hyde and he cackles, reminding Jekyll of all his actual deep thoughts. All of this. That Jekyll tries so hard to ignore the absolute feelings that are deeply seeded within him. It ruins him, and it is why Hyde can take advantage of their feelings - of his feelings. In a place like this. ]
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β Is the end of a nightmare! β
β All that you are is a dying s c r e a m! β
[ Jekyll's hand slams against the mirror to shut the other up. The voices that are so loud in this quiet silent world. Go unheard, despite that it is coming from deep within his throat. The mirror cracks where he slammed his fist, and Hyde snickers with a loud cackle from the other side. Watchin as Jekyll bends under the pressure of Hydes truths. ]
β I shall end this demon dreaaaaaam! β
[ He's decided it, this has gone on too long. Hyde dares him, the two continue this soliloquy. ]
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[ Hyde ushers his other half to look at the school around them - why does Jekyll think he can escape what this place has brought to them? Why does he not heed what the Counselor says? Why does he try to escape and run always from the truth right in front of him? Hyde hisses, his own laughter is what fills in the interjection of conversations between them. An argument flipping back and forth between the two. As they dive into the overwhelming depths of their complicated psyche. ]
[ This school welcomes him, this place is for him - for them. Jekyll merely need settle down in the corners of their heart. Where he can snuff it out with every murder hey commits to, one after the other. With every action he takes against everyone around them. Especially, when every time Hyde conducts himself accordingly. These actions are what it takes, to dismantle the morals that Jekyll tries to tie himself to. As if committed to something, that will keep him from drowning far too deep.
Alike floats that keep him from falling below the sea of sins he has committed as Hyde.
But his sins crawl along his back. ]
[ The School, they are truly trapped here. He would gladly make it that everyone is. Gladly see to it that everyone tries to kill one another. ]
β No matter β WHAT β you may pretend - β
[ Jekyll feels himself upset, this is because he exists. People have died, because he existed here. When he was but a servant, and lived his time alive... He let himself stay and for what - look at all those who had died? For all he knows, he may have even killed Ritsuka without realizing. ]
[ Hyde says as if his plan to kill Jekyll off was sound proof - murder the fool whom succumbed to the romanticisms of kindness. With a form of guilt that not even he can come back from. If killing someone as Chihiro in the way that they had... Was not enough - then he will kill more. He will kill Noah next. ]
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β And my memory will hide you! β
β You cannot choose but to lose control β
[ Jekyll feels his own voice going hoarse with all the yelling he does, despite the eclipsed silence that measures his voice. That none of the world can hear him. Despite how desperate he is for anyone to hear him - someone help him he is begging. Someone stop this, he is tired he is exhausted. Why does living cause so much suffering? Why did he ever allow himself to think he could take away evil as if it were something you could destroy so simply?
Why was he so childish? ]
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β Iβ β live deep insideβ β you! β
β Each day you'll feel me devour your souuul! β
[ Is this a Joke? Hyde is offended and annoyed by the absolute childishness Jekyll is reverting to because he is desperate and pushed against the wall. The bathroom they argue in seems to be alit with such energy from them. Back and forth, containing this ominous rage that they have uniquely of them self. It almost feels as if it takes form physically, Hyde's seeming rising devilry causing the room around them to be cold. Whilst Chihiro lays there upon the floor, like they were nothing but a prior arrangement. Something to be simply 'dealt' with once their argument has come to end.]
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β Like you need me! β
β I'll become whole β
β As you dance with dΜΆΝΝ Μ·ΜΜΝΜ₯eΜ·ΝΜΜ€ Μ΄ΜΜ£aΜΈΜΝΜ Μ΅ΝΝΜ°tΜ΄ΜΜΜΜ― Μ·ΜΜ’hΜΆΜΜΜΜΉ ! β
[ That voice is not his own, it's Hydes... Who is he arguing with? How can he hear his own voice? Whose voice? What voice.... His hands are shaking. Why did his voice sound so demonic - why does he sound no different from Hyde when he himself speaks. He is breaking. He is tired. He is ready to kill. ]
β And I'll rΜ΅ΜΜ°eΜΈΜΜjΜΈΝΜoΜ΅ΜΜiΜΈΝΜ¬cΜ·Μ Μ§eΜ·ΝΜ³ β
β As you breathe your final breaaaaath! β
[ He contends, seemingly losing it Jekyll grips tightly against the bathroom sink. The weigh of his body presses it downward. Seemingly cracking it ajar - its crooked now. Jekyll is leaning against everything, he is threatening. He is serious. He is ready. Yet still why does his face look as if he is terrified? Gentle? Scared? Tired... Sad.... Soft... He just wants to disappear - please. ]
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Intermission .
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β They'll β β neverβ be able β to β s e p a r a t e β
β Jekyll β from β Hyde! β
[ Hyde cackles, it's over now. Jekyll's seal is placed, his soul queries against the already breaking Saint Graph that makes up two. Yet because, it is this place had originally hail'd for them - when they were once alive. Slowly allowing regaining abilities, in the methodical way that it did. Alike a water dripping into an already burning oil - and all that would remain in essence were more than what was originally put in.
His Saint Graph or spirit origin, was already fucked over upon his summoning with under the Chaldea organization.
The school allowed for, his original container to swirl about even more, and weave into a different pathing.
In months if it occurred, and he obtained his shapeshift ability. As par his existence from the Throne of Heroes. With the already corelating formula of his existence in this place- he would be a beast.
Alike how Manaka tainted him, this place too tainted him in turn. Churning the origin of his existence, into what he most reflected or desired of himself.
Hyde is in control, it would be how he wants it. He would be as his original Berserker form intended, and the Throne of Heroes were oft but a stolen formula in this place. Truly that woman obsessed with the Knight would be proud - and oh how he remembers her. A mutt, she regards him. Expendable, and Hyde was fine with such a thing. As he wanted nothing more than to kill and she allowed it.
It was done, Hyde wanted Jekyll to realize this. Torment him - himself a disgusting masochistic manner of treating yourself. Anguish, in the best form of self reprimand. He feels it as Jekyll, because he is Hyde. Jekyll feels the excitement Hyde delights in. The mix feelings are toxic - Jekyll feels sick, Hyde feels nauseated.
It's over now. ]
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[ Jekyll quickly summons the knife within their Graph - he tries with as quickness as the world will allow him. To drive it into his neck but his arm - his broken arm reaches out for it. Clasping Jekyll tightly in their attempt to kill them self before things get worse. Jekyll cannot help but think about everyone within the school - about the murders that just happened... About how if Hyde continues, it will destroy them more and that he is not sure anyone is equipped for the sort of hell Hyde can commit as a loose Servant.
How can anyone escape such a seeming blasphemous situation where Hope seemed all but lost and there was only... Death. Despair.... Darkness...
He tries so hard to end his own life. ]
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β You die, too! β
[ He tells himself to die, and if words can be a curse. If his echoes or feelings can surmise as one. As he can do nothing but watch his own life fall out of order.... Let him at least fulfill one thing right....
Even Hyde knew exactly what to do to teeter this fool over to the other side. His own thoughts were what ultimately fed Hyde in the end. Even as his own feelings mourn the lost of his self... There is so much more of him that seems enlightened and delighted by the prospect of no longer being held back. Hyde beams leaning into the mirror, watching as Jekyll within stammers to come to terms with the new reality. He is trying to kill himself, but Hyde is over powering him and stopping him.
He reopens the cut Rika left along his neck, and it bleeds down his chest. Dripping onto the floor - they enter the Void.
Jekyll surmises... That was his last attempt at saving everyone and himself... To just die... Everything around them being torn asunder as they enter the void, let him at least not add to such grief or such misfortunate. Each event before this has led everyone astray - let him not do this as well.
As much as Hyde was right, he could not dare to bear the burden of seeing the faces of those he admired or cared for. Look to him, as if he were a monster... He is tired.... Let himself end this. The Knife digs deeper, Hyde's hand stops himself again.
He is watching from the outside looking in.]
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β I'll be you ! β
[ In the void world, Jekyll sits on the other side of the mirror looking in.
He is watching from the outside looking in.
Hyde grins, adjusting their glasses taking the knife in hand as the blood runs down along his shirt. ( how the FUCK is this whacko still alive dw about it im fixing that ) Hyde flips the knife with his good hand, and leans away from the sink. Hyde hits the glass mirror, punching where Jekylls face were. Returning them back into the school as it were, silent. Dead silent.
This was how it was meant to be.... Hyde smirks, knowing exactly what to do now... In order to remedy Jekyll's last attempt at salvaging this situation.
To kill him off completely, he will kill another again. ]
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β β Leave me free! β β
[ Whose voice echo'd? Whose voice is this? Whose voice are you? ]
β β You are me? β β
[ It is fine, because it is his voice and he will commit to his ways. He will... Do what he needs to do next.
He will, kill again. ]
Hyde the Body .
He enjoys the rush of a chase, and in his feelings for Dito Hyde had decided even before all of the theatrics began. That he would truly destroy Jekyll, and impress Dito. Two birds, one stone. The stone is cast, and now Jekyll watches from a 3rd point of view whilst Hyde tidies himself accordingly.
He acquired several items before entering the bathroom beside the student council room. He hid them inside of the crawlspaces above. Opening it and pulling them down, a bag - one that he used to move around another body before.
To simply put, he will put Chihiro in the bag. Use the water from the sink to wash away the blood on the floor into the drains and any signs of blood splatter across the area. Unfortunately he doesn't care, and he acknowledges that any blood splatter in this school often gets cleaned up for whatever reason. Or pushed aside and or casted like a glance that is seen but ignored. The janitor will clean it up, wash it away. Maybe one of the children will try to wash it away too.
Anyway if HE IS GOING TO PUT THIS IN THE ELEVATOR which he does by the way. After jarring it open. Dragging a chair within. Rope. Closing it shut tightly, the inside of the elevator greeting him with its ugly look and strange smells. Thanks Elizabeth if you are reading this, we pouring one out in thanks for you here.
In his hands he has gloves, and is a Servant. Frankly he cannot leave any parts of himself behind, no hair strands. That is to say, he has brought a few dark brown colors that are Dito's. He totally slipped away from the lad one sleeping night. Will place it on the scene accordingly. It is a dark tone then the lighter color of Chihiros. He will place a lot of this hair inside of the body, because he is about to gut them.
He sets up Chihiro's body like this,
1. There is a chair in the center, the back of the chair is facing the door.
2. Chihiro leans against the back of the chair, with their own back pressed against it.
3. Hyde uses the rope to tie their neck up around the chairs head piece. Like a bow. This is symbolizing he is 'wrapping it up' for someone. Propped up against it in this way Chihiro, looks as if they are sitting up looking toward the door.
5. Chihiro's legs are gently tucked toward either side of them, and their hands are neatly placed upon their lap. They still have their clothes on, and it is untouched. Looking as if their clothes were swapped, Hyde definitely redressed them. Only their clothes. Their shirt is red, and if it is lifted there will be a large cut down their chest and inside they are empty.
6. Much of their insides sit on the chair.
7. Their stomach is open, Chihiro is unfortunately gutted like a deer. Nothing is inside of them. Other then hair Hyde thoughtfully sprinkled SOME Dito's hair in.. Because hes weird.
8. There is a lot of blood splayed out along the walls, the back of the elevator says in large letters written in blood as well,
'this is
hopE
is ugly.'
9. The heart will be missing, it will go in Dito's desk with a small HANDWRITTEN note saying, 'fEtch.'
10. Hyde will close the door, tightly. He wears clothing he will toss into the bag, and switch into his servant dressage. He uses the clock tower for most of these occurrences, since no one likes to go to the top anyway. Sometime July 2nd he will take advantage of the janitors timely schedule and throw the bag of stuff inside to be incinerated or do it himself?
He definitely takes a moment to appreciate what he has done, especially with Chiaki dead. He cant help but wish she was here to see it. He mutters stupidly, 'Hope you like this work of art bitch.' ]
7/2 11pm into 7/3 . FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT , ends in murder .
The kid was easy to pick out, and unaware of what their abilities were however.... Hyde was hungry to understand what it were Noah could do. Much alike the wolven beast(and when I say Beast I mean a literal one), residing with him. Feral and uncanny instincts would direct his actions bit by bit. As he restored back to the literal ways of being a servant. His eyes would linger along the boy from time to time through out the day, curious to see what they could do until one night - upon finding an exact moment to craftily single them out. He manages to.
Without so much as a warning, he will flip his knife into his hand, and his clothing immediately changes into what he originally were coded with. A flicker of golden specs casting along his figure. He will attack without remorse nor question, out of the corner of entering a room or hall.
He knew if Noah lashed out or yelled loudly there would be a problem. So he attacks to at least mince him - cause blood to cast upon the floor. Taking them both personally to the void school where none will hear either of them. ]
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The blade slashes his arm through his sleeve, and Noah lets out a shout of both pain and alarm briefly, perhaps too brief, because when he wheels around to see who had come after him it's too late and they're both stuck in the void, blood having fallen faster with the way he moves.
(What is this, his... sixth trip to the void? Clamor is going to kill him.)]
What do you want?!
[It's a useless question, and he knows it is, but he shouts it out anyway as he moves to put distance between them, shadows wreathing around his left arm. Instinctively, he goes to grab his sickle... which he doesn't have, because said sickle is currently a person and is wandering around somewhere oblivious to the situation. Fuck, the one time he needs Clamor here as an actual weapon...!
If they fight here, the shadows are going to come after both of them. Is running his best option? There's something deranged in Hyde's eyes that makes him waffle over that decision. No time for thinking. If Noah has to kill someone and leave them to their fate in here, so be it, it's just self-defense.
Still, he begins looking for a way out, a hallway to dart down, somewhere where he can find a mirror and escape. He'll have to do it carefully, lest he make the mistake of turning his back to Hyde and getting injured worse. With that in mind, Noah begins shuffling with the intent to put his back to an escape route. The question then becomes, can he fight while backing down a hallway?
No more thinking, he tells himself for the millionth time. He'll have to fight this battle solely with magic. He can't get too far from Hyde though, not if he makes this fight serious, since he can only control shadows within about ten feet of him. Getting too close means certain death, and his plan to escape is contingent upon Hyde not being quite as fast as Noah is, which remains to be seen.
Noah lashes out with a spear made of shadow, not aiming for anything vital and simply trying to disable Hyde. He'd rather not kill, not if he doesn't have to. Those shadows are surely a worse fate than death itself.]
'Aren't they all friends here?' - Title of this plot .
Hyde has to contend with watching the others battle abilities first - this is how he works as an assassin class. It leaks into his container as a Berserker and someone who is capable of handling Lancers, Archers, and Sabers. He finds himself operating about the others movements with ease. Even if his ankle seemingly aching with pain shooting up along his nerves. It healed over some, but frankly his arm was still broken and he was riddled with bruises along his body.
The horror of it, was the fact he was very nimble on his feet even despite all this.
His foot work causes him to catastrophically lean on one side when he knows the lance pierces toward one. He uses gravity to his advantage, and his enjoyment of rolling about like a mad dog to his uses. His battle prowess is rather chaotic - at times uncalculated. As if he fights in the moment of what goes on and changes mid way. So when the spear dances to his sides, and Noah is looking for options of escapes. Hyde simply pushes inward.
The spear handling on his left and Hyde leans all his weight to his own right. Where the knife gets flipped from his right hand. To his left hand. Where it rounds up from behind after dodging the spear. In an attempt to come downward at Noah - as if waking him up to the idea that escaping was not an option. His best bet was to kill him - or be killed. As Hyde would not let up. ]
noah vc: why can't we be friends~
This school is fucked up enough. He doesn't have to. Hyde isn't who his vengeance is aimed at, Hyde isn't his target, killing isn't going to help anybody. He's heard rumours about this man, knows he's the least bit insane, but Noah can't justify killing a man just because he's insane.
There's hardly time to register the fact that Hyde already looks severely fucked-up, too, like there might have been something prior to this, but he also doesn't have the time to dwell upon it either.
Disable him. Run. Get help.
That's what his mind tells him, what it screams, as he realises that Hyde is just as fast as him; a sinking dread falls over him as Noah manages to dodge the knife just barely. It scrapes across his cheek, leaving a thin cut, a cut which will disappear inevitably if he gets out of here. He knows how it works by now. He's been here enough times.
There'll be no evidence left behind if he kills you here.
Fuck.
The shadows swirl and swell, and Noah stops backing up. Stops trying to retreat. If he can just get Hyde to slow down, just a little bit... just enough, he can leave.
Noah braces for impact, calling forth an apparition of the full moon cloaked in shadows between Hyde and himself. He stands his ground, but he does naught else, hoping that the flash of moonlight combined with the piercing shadows does something.
He doesn't aim to kill. He hasn't quite gotten the message. Not yet.]
*starts singing* just be friends alll you gotta doo... just be friends...
No screams, no nothing.. He had to take this opportunity in the moment and quickly think how to subject Noah into a incident where no one would know. Rather - he is certain at this point everyone would point fingers toward him. Which is what he wants - more reason to kill people. More reason to make people kill one another, it was all a matter of inflicting chaos whilst the others were juggling all the issues of what this realm presented to them.
Mun is happy you linked the video - you are a King. The moonlight seems to drink energy - in the same way mana burst works. It hots - it burns. Or it's cool and it burns, Hyde feels himself rearing back creating space between them. Unfortunately it brings him backwards meaning, he looks over toward the other until the Moonlight sheds away and Noah is there looking back. ]
... Its either kill, or be killed right now. Knoooow-ahchan.
[ He makes sure the other knows, annoyed that they even wanted to look at him with those eyes of perseverance. Who was he saving - not him... Only himself, it disgusted Hyde. This little child trying to view the other with some sickening understanding that did not allign with the truth of his mind. He was an adult, and one who knew exactly what he wanted. What he needed. What he desired. He was a monster, that needed culling.
Like the dark thoughts in ones mind.
Get rid of it.
Take care of it.
Don't let the world see it.
Or he'll kill you, take advantage of you - snuff you out Noah.
Hyde makes sure he takes note of the same ability, he will watch for it. If the mana absolves between them again. He will chose to let the Moonlight drink the silhouette of his back. Push himself forward, use the knife as means to stop a potential spear. To redirect, the same way a martial artist may disarm weapons. Hyde uses this method to control the way weaponry goes. With such a small knife too, he is composed at drawing himself clsoe to enemies otherwise his attacks mean nothing.
So he moves, relentlessly to keep himself on top of Noah. His feet are always balanced, despite the fact that his ankle hurts him. Despite the fact he uses gravity at times to just lurch himself from side to side. Hyde means to keep himself NEAR Noah, overwhelm him with an onslaught of attacks. Bullying him into having to threaten his more vital areas- if Noah continues to try to nick Hyde's arms, sides, and not threaten him with death. Hyde will easily over come him. Press the Knife against his neck - threaten the other with dying from his hands..
Hyde does not relent.]
*belting* IT'S TIIIME TO SAY GOODBYE, JUST BE FRIENDS
Noah's at a disadvantage. This is one of the stronger people he's fought, too used to the steady patterns of Henir mutants, to the ease of fighting someone whose footsteps don't quite waver like this. With every spear or shadowy cat or other apparition Noah throws, Hyde's odd lurches manage to save him from being too damaged, if he's damaged at all. It's annoying. It's frustrating.
You're a coward, every cell in his body screams. You couldn't kill Titania by yourself. What makes you think you can kill him?]
Stop...
[Who's going to save Clamor if you can't get it together? Who's going to avenge Harque if you die here?!]
Go away! I don't want to fight!
[At the end of the day, Noah is just a kid. A kid who never grew up. A kid who, like everyone else, shouldn't have been subjected to this horrible school and this horrible game, and yet here he is. It's him or Hyde. He knows that to be true, yet...
He's not a killer. He's not as ruthless as he wants people to believe. All he wants is to go home.
He's bleeding now from several small wounds all over his face, his hands, his arms where he's tried to block myriad knife strikes. How much longer can he keep this up? How much longer can he pretend that Hyde will just get bored and wander off?
The shadows coalesce in front of him, and Noah lashes out with his fist cloaked in sharp shadows, aiming... aiming for what, exactly? For Hyde's shoulder, he supposes, too concerned about not killing to pay attention to how he leans in too far, to how he might have just sealed his fate by leaving his right flank open.]
WHY ARE WE LIKE THIS *us singing vocaloid song* us also: murder rping
The black shadow hits along Hyde's shoulder, he grimaces only once but seeing the right flank open. Hyde sacrifices his shoulder to drive his Knife straight through into the others stomach. If this is done he presumes, the other will other tighten their grip or loosen. Around him. Though if Noah backs away trying to create distance, Hyde will relish in watching him panic or freak out on the situation. ]
it could be worse i could be singing the song from noah's animated PV lol
[...fuck.
Noah hunches forward and sputters as the shadows cloaking him die out, disappearing like smoke, and the first thing he reaches for in a blind, slow panic is something to stabilize himself on β which for obvious reasons happens to be Hyde, hands coming up to grasp feebly at the man's shoulders. When the knife is withdrawn, blood oozes from the wound, staining already-darkened fabric.
He shouldn't be this weak from one injury. The weaker he gets, the more the shadowy figures here will converge on him, the more he'll have to fight to escape, the worse his situation becomes. He shouldn't be this weak, and yet...
Noah falls forward, barely catches himself with a well-timed footstep. A hand presses against the wound in his side, trying to put pressure onto the wound as best he can. His thoughts, through searing pain and the smell of copper, are a blur.
I can still...
Not here, not yet...
Don't... not now. I can't die here.
...
The shadows wreathe around him again, but Noah is too weak to do anything right now. One more blow like that, and he'll breathe his last. If he's lucky, Hyde will think twice, but...
Well, Hyde doesn't him as the type.]
ok educate me sing it for me bb
Hyde kicks him in the stomach where the wound is, and then gets down on his knees. Reaching out his hand around the others neck. Fingers wrap and coil themselves around Noah's neck. Wringing him up along the broken Void School's Wall. Looking down at the other with this derange but calm look.
He's in control of his actions, and he is loving every moment of it. The Knife is in his hand and he pulls it to the side. While one knee presses against the floor between Noahs legs, and the other props him up with balanced regard. He will stab him shortly, but not before drinking in the desperation within Noah's face. Yes he would kill a kid.
He would kill a kid, he would kill every kid, and he would do it again.
He didn't care.
There was no reason to care. β]
In the end. [ Hyde says calmly, bearing his teeth. Looking into the eyes of Noah looking for anything enjoyable from them. The realization they are gunna die, the realization that something bad was going to take place. That he was desperate to fight back - to kill him in return. ] You were really just something pathetic kid, [ He took advantage of him. A kid. Killing him like this, or about to. ] cant even put up a fight. Cant even save yourself, why do you lot of idiots. Act like a bunch of sworn heroes.
How fucking annoying.
ok here https://youtu.be/F8IK7ZXrYGk
Why would Noah want to save himself? Why should he bother? Because people love him? They're better off with him dead; it's the reality he accepted a long time ago. He knows it to be true, and yet...]
It's not... [He coughs, struggling against the hand closing in around his throat,] me who I want... to save...
[It's you, Hyde. That's why he hadn't fought with the intent to kill.
It's Hyde. It's Stephanie, it's Nene, it's Yuzu, Angel, Chiaki, Sidney, Rika, Ishimaru, even Komaeda, because he'd promisedβ
βit's Clamor, the last thing in this Godsforsaken world that Noah has, the last family member he has leftβ]
You don't... need... to...
[He can't muster the energy to say the rest of it. The shadows coalesce around his hands again, one last attempt at saving himself, and Noah
doesn't
do
anything.]
WHAT TEH FUCK SHUTS MY EYES AT THAT VIDEO SHUTS MY EYES AT THIS.
That pisses him off.
Hyde's cool demeanor flickers slightly, his hand grips the hilt of his Knife. The hilt that tightens in ordinarily within his digits, drawn into pause. His mind contorts into memories, memories of all sorts. Decorant upon his mind, deeply seeded into his spirit origin. It happens in a matter of seconds, the way he feels this guttural pain of remembrance and annoyance. Its not the pain he likes, its the sort of pain he hates. It draws him to pause about his actions, and makes him rethink the origins of his existence.
No... NOO!!!
The reason why he wants to do what he is doing now, how Jekyll bades his good nature and fills him with things like: Remorse, Guilt, and resentment for his own actions. It is disgusting and distasteful. Hyde wants nothing more then to live his life wildly. To kill who he wants, and watch the evils of people dress upon their faces. As he torments them, agonizes them, or ruins them in some shape or form. Yet here was this boy, who looked at him the same way Nanami did. When he stabbed her hand, and she all but winced asking him if HE WAS OKAY. The same way his Master accepts the deranged mind of his, and makes certain that despite everything that is his will. He is in good care, lucky that he is summoned as a servant and can take out his rage killing everything else Master of Chaldea wants him.
No... No... NO!!
Glistening, Noah glistened in front him much like a Knight he knew once before. They resembled the same sort of longing look of need to care for him despite how he regarded the other so... Carnal... Feral.... That there was kindness in his look, a need for justice and the outcome of things righteous. Being deeply regarded with kindness, in the face of his own madness. As if his own existence held importance... As it were - as if he were accepted in some shape or way. That was vile, to look into such sharp and bright eyes adhering him kindly.
This happened again now twice, maybe three times if he thinks and realizes Stephanie looks at him with such a look.
Kindness...
Kindness..
NO! NO! NO!
Before his thoughts continued, the knife digs forward. Straight through Noahs head, cracking through bone and his insides. Retracting it immediately to allow the blood to flow forward, flow outward, flow onto him and reminded him of WHAT he is. ]
oof ouch my heart
Ha...rque...
[...but time is not quite so kind to a boy whose elder brother only ever wished for one thing: for him to live. In the end, Harque Ebalon's wishes would come true. They always had, no matter how many timelines the Moonstone hidden away in his pocket threw him into. One loop, two, three. Harque's invention protects that which he had loved the most: his darling baby brother.
This time, it doesn't throw Noah into an alternate timeline. Its strength wanes here, just like the moon itself, but it's enough. Blood trickles from the knife wound, dripping down Noah's forehead, his cheeks, his chin... but the droplets don't hit the floor. The silhouettes wandering the void never reach him.
Time blinks. Resets. Five seconds.
He gets five seconds.
Hyde stares at him.
Five.
Noah's heart pounds in his chest, magic swirling, swellingβ
Harque, Clamor, he thinks blearily, I'm sorry.
Four.
Noah reaches out as far as he can with his magic, forming spears of glittering shadow at Hyde's back. An apology lingers in those dark eyes of his. He promises himself he won't forget Hyde, nor Jekyll for that matter β the unfortunate second casualty of this whole ordeal.
Three.
His fists clench, one around the knife wound, the other at his side. Determination fills the space where an apology once was, and his shadows loom. In his mind, a familiar voice calls to him, now a distant memory, "Noah, please! Are you just going to give up your life like this?!"
Two.
No. He's not. He won't.
Clamor... thank you.
One.
The spears twist in the air, sharpened ends pointing at Jekyll's back, and Noah closes his eyes.]
...I'm sorry.
[And all at once do those spears converge, piercing Hyde through, the killing blow echoing around the pitch-black hallways of the void. Noah commands them to explode outwards, unwilling to risk anything, determined to live even if it cost the life of someone else.]
Someone I care for... is waiting for me outside of here.
sighs its ok noah.. itll be all over soon bb
He doesn't see Noah, he sees a beautiful Hero having defeated a monster.
A hand twitches, the knife drops.
Blood splatters out of his mouth as his organs are ransacked, torn apart, and ripped to shreds from within. Bones breaking, and clattering along the spears that shift inside of him. Realigning his entire body from the inside out - he is disfigured. The blood fills his lungs, and he coughs suddenly once again. All of it slapping its colors against Noahs face. There is rage that fuels from his instincts alone, and then immediately remorse. Guilt. Hyde reaches or attempts to destroy this blinding light, this Hero.
Drag him down into the depths of evil, just like him. Look at the ugliness of your actions, look at me - he wants to say.
Attempting to convince his will with only the essence of his existence of what to do next. Hyde tries to choke him, kill him, end him. Except red fierce eyes lay upon Noahs own and he sees an echo of the past suddenly peeling into his mind. As memories overlay in the moment, and he has nothing but to remember the dream Stephanie had before. Hyde's hand cannot tighten or even reach Noah. They fall down... Then he remembers the last time how it was he died as summoned servant, and how ironically so.
It had been in the same way, looking into the well of eyes of a Hero. Dying by the joint attempt of so many wonderful spirits... He deserved to die.
Jekyll yearned to be more like them, then what he actually were... Though whose feelings were these - Jekyll's or Hyde's own? Was the conception of Anti-hero so readily aligned in his Saint Graph that he would do anything to contend its existence inside of himself some how? That Jekylls wish to be a hero for all good, ended up ultimately in this mess. A Hyde who wanted to be a villian so badly, that it would - in his actions. Inevitably make him a hero in the end. What a sick, manipulative, and twisted means he tried to escape from. Doing nothing but killing for the sake of enjoyment, for the sake of his own selfishness. For the sake of moving the world forward. For his own sense of justice.
Jekyll was nothing, he was not even a proper servant. A false servant that only existed to channel Hyde who were in essence - The true servant herein. That he held no use, unless he fell into depravity. That he could do nothing for others, unless he gave into his madness. Such thoughts were what Jekyll always fought with, his use of the world. His want of others and to be beside them. It was why he tried to kill himself.
Eyes go green and he looks tired, but still holds the expression of one so evil.
That killing was just a means of his own sick want of active heroism in the end. If he killed Noah, if he killed everyone - was that mercy, or was that strengthening others into becoming better than what they are? If they fought him, and hated him together... If they worked beside him and let chaos or evils rue about the school. Ultimately wouldn't it be true that the world would change? For better or for worse? Everyone needed to look at evil in the eyes and face it - that's why he hated himself. Hated Jekyll. Hated the obsession with hope or good will... Because he couldnt - but everyone else around him could. Like Rika....
... Wasn't that disgustingly similar to what Komaeda would say, is that why he hated him? Because they were both unintentionally, one in the same idea with different actions following it. His own far more abhor, and nonsensical.
The memories of his last death, dying before a Hero with such enigmatic kindness and comfort given to him. He hates it, he does not deserve it. Why in the face of all things bad - do people still continue to do good? He wants to kill people like this, destroy them, eat them, because in a world like this kindness could not inherently exist. Should not exist - its impossible to exist. Jekyll spent all his life wanting to be like that, wanting to understand how to remain like that... And he selfishly never got to understand in the end... How in the face of wanting to do ill toward the world, the choice to do right is what makes one strong. What makes one right. What makes one a Hero.... Noah, King Arthur, Ritsuka, and Tatsumi presented that to him. Yet every time, it went unlearned.
So it would also, this time.
Hyde is tired, the spears shift and he knows what is to come next. This would be exactly like dying by Berserker Chulainns Noble Phantasm... They barb and the pain that persists is blinding even into his death. Suitable, for all he has done toward those around him. Jekyll is glad, this is how he should die. Not quick and painless, cruel and painful. When the spears shape disperse, and Hyde's body is mangled around Noahs own. Falling against him, crippling along the others figure. The shadow spirits within the school, will convulge to take Hyde's body. Because it is currently physical in the Void realm, but if Noah returns back in time before his body reaches the Void.
Then all Noah will be greeted with in the real school, is Hyde's body slowly dispersing away in golden flickers of mana.
Regardless, he is dead. ]
hits u with one last tag so that we all know how this ends...
Being taken by the ghosts is no way to leave this world, even if Hyde has already left it. Noah has always been a bit of a bleeding-heart. It's unfair for Hyde to disappear here, where no one will know; Noah will own up to the fight, even though he knows it'll land him in hot water, that no one will be able to look him in the eye again, maybe not even Clamor...
He could just leave Hyde here and pretend nothing happened, but the guilt would kill him faster than anything else possibly could. He has no idea that Hyde will simply vanish into golden light; to him, Hyde is as human as anyone else here.
Noah drapes Hyde's arm over his shoulder, the overuse of his magic from earlier straining him so severely that he can barely move β well, that in tandem with the injuries he's already sustained β and he drags the two of them toward the nearest mirror. Unfortunately for Noah, or perhaps fortunately, he's been to void school far too many times, and he knows exactly how to dodge around the shadows, but...
But he's weak, bleeding out, and were it not for the fact that he's literally dragging the corpse of someone who didn't need to die via being mangled by shadowy spears out with him, Noah thinks the figures might be coming for him entirely.
Hyde wouldn't have done you the same courtesy, Noah's mind screams, but he carries on, manifesting what little magic he can to keep any silhouettes that get too close at bay. Every cell in his body screams and begs for him to stop, he's on fire, it hurtsβ
Somehow, he makes it, barely standing by the time he gets to the mirror, forcing Hyde's already-cold hand through it before he follows suit.
Outside of the void, his injuries aren't maintained, but he still feels cold and numb, he can still feel the knife wound in his side even if it's no longer there. They're where the original confrontation started in the hallway late at night, where Noah had briefly shouted when he was cut. Had someone heard, he wonders, once he has time to wonder? Once he has time to catch up with all the feelings he'd repressed in the interest of keeping Hyde from being dragged away, Noah turns toward where Hyde is, and...
...watches in pained awe as the man turns to wisps before his eyes.
That's when he breaks down. That's when the dam breaks and everything comes flooding out, tears flowing freely as Noah sinks against the wall.
He's not a killer. Well, he's not supposed to be. The only person he'd ever wanted to kill, the doppelganger that stole Harque's identity, is back home. Everything else he'd ever done had always been for survival, as much as Noah talks up vengeance β on Elrios, he didn't even have the heart to kill the Henir mutants since they were formerly people, and it was not him who struck the killing blow against the woman who created them all. No, in fact, he had just wanted to turn her in to her family, to let them pass judgement, judgement which truthfully was never his to pass.
He hates the Order. He hates people who use others to gain advantages. He hates ruthless killers. Yet...
Noah presses a hand to the cut on his arm that had sent them here, pain from everything else he'd experienced making him dizzy. He can't see through his tears anymore, and he curls into himself, feeling impossibly small. Perhaps it should've been him in the end. People were always better off without Noah anyway. If they hadn't met, would Hyde still be alive? And... Jekyll, for that matter.
Two lives for Noah's.
It's so, so unfair.
He stands with the intent to find Clamor, to tell him what happened β because if anyone needs to know first, it's his friend, his partner, the only family member he has left β but the searing pain gets to him first. Thus does Noah collapse in the middle of the hallway, a single cut on his arm being all that remains of Hyde's legacy.]