feel like it's all downhill;

[contrarily]

Who: rika & various
what: july things.
When: throughout the month!
Where: various locations.
Warnings: n/a


this is going to be a july catch-all for rika! as per usual, if you're interested
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07/02, @amami

[contrarily]

( she's feeling marginally better, after confirming rokkun's alive, so... she'll take this chance to not be stagnant, for once, all this idle moping only making her feel worse.

there's not much she can do, but at the very least, she can peer over amami's shoulder, when he's crouched over some items, to glance at what he's doing. )

What do you have in there? ( nosy... )

[sisters]

( it's good that rika's starting to get better — she took recent events hard. needed some time to process, it seems like. the same can't really be said for amami. as things are, even though he's looking at the pages of the book in his hand, it's unlikely he could name much of the content if he was asked.

he's tired...

but rika interrupts, and he faces her with a warm smile, regardless. )

It's just a book. I found it in the library, but —

( he pauses, glances back at the page for a moment. )

— Come to think of it, you might like it.

[contrarily]

Ran-tan, you look like you haven't slept in daaaays.

( she smacks him upside the head, gently, jokingly, but it's out of concern, regardless. )

Do you wanna nap while I read? I'll lend you my lap as a pillow.

( you just gotta lay on the good side... anyway, she reaches to grab the book and pluck it out of his hands, peeking at the title. spells... )

[sisters]

( he might not have? listen. )

It's not that bad, and I wouldn't want to be up all night instead.

( but the concern makes him a little happy, even if it's not the best sign. with the book out of his hands, he'll shift the topic. )

It's not often you find something that's not a reference book there, so I thought it might have something useful in it, but...

( well. if she flips through the contents, they're pretty consistent, but not quite what he was after. )

[contrarily]

You don't sleep that well during the night, either.

( you think she doesn't notice, bitch? she's right here. anyway... before he can say anything else, she flops down behind him, legs crossed, and reaches with her good hand to grab onto his shoulder and force him down.

stay! )

Hmmm... ( she glances at the page, and reads out loud: ) "These days are drenched in erotic energy..." Whaaaa — !

[sisters]

( listen, there's not much he can really do to fight with her on this, now is there? it's her good hand against his still having a broke rib, and honestly, it doesn't quite feel like it's worth the effort. he does look a little bit troubled about it, but...

sighs.

at least, until she starts reading out of that damn book, where i looked at the spell i linked about as closely as amami himself did before putting it there. immediately, his expression shifts into something like disbelief, reaching up to make a grab for her book. )

Huh — wait, give that back.

( maybe he's not giving this to rika, what the hell!!! )

07/01 on, Note to be found in Locker .

[dangernoises]

[ It took some time to pull together his senses and write this note, with the ever lingering pretense of Hyde fighting his every vibe to do anything functional. Especially on these last few days - or past week. It may have been a conversation some time ago, for Rika. However, to Jekyll it was a discussion they had to one another oft but what felt like perhaps a few days ago. The dissonance of time slipping from his grasp. If he does not do this now after deciding what would be done. Then he would never.

It felt like the time he wrote to Utterson(Watson?), as well as a will he left with Laynon. It almost felt ironic, truly Servants were always predisposed to following the same established fates that coincide with their real life patterns.]

To Rika Kawai,

It has come to my attention that time draws wrong for me, which means of course my worse fears have come to light. Unlike you and the rest of the group. I have long lived my life once before when I was alive, and perhaps it would make no sense to any of you. It is important I draw that realization to a conclusion that I should not be here. I wish to take responsibility for the cause and effect of what my presence here does to this world. As well as those around me. Especially you.

For that reason I want you to understand that despite never being able to speak to you myself, I longed for a friendship with someone much like you. You reminded me of an old friend, whom is lost to me in a fuddle of memories. Even still, I admired the fortitude of your will, and mind. Despite seeing everything that you have seen. Rika, you tried to work with what was given to you and look beyond the evil of what was before you. I cannot even fathom how that is even possible, for as long as I wished. I wanted to destroy evil, or make it disappear. As if it were a chemical substance needing rearranging or transforming. Inevitably, I learned in my mistakes and in the irony of my actions. That evil exists as much as good will, and neither can live without the other.

I wish that I had more time and weren't in a situation that were predisposed to making my ailment worse. As a servant, whom you can more or less acquit to me being a phantom or ghost. I am bound by rules, and the essence of what these rules stake over my existence. The worse part is, that as I were from my original world, my 'soul' you could say. Was already messed up and broken, to be very forward and most honest. As this will probably be the last of what I will ever get to say - I should not have ever been able to exist as what I am.

All servants are, are basically Heroes. What I am - is just merely a man, tied to a fate where the monster that I created. Were spun about like a wool into a monster bound by my want of justice against evil. I could never be a Hero, but if I could say one thing when had I met you. Keeping to myself, and trying hard not to speak to you. My thoughts were overwhelmed and charmed by the fact that I had been in fact. Within the presence of someone who could 'become' a Hero.

I believe in you Miss Rika Kawai, and for what it is worth. You are someone who I would have loved to have called my friend, and stood beside all along. That is why I hope these necklaces will help you figure out the mystery of this school, and how to get out of here. If there is anyone who can, I know it will be you and the rest of your friends.

Best Regards,
Dr. Henry Jekyll

[ The letter is placed within her locker, with a small bag containing These two necklaces you can find here. ]

7/5

[closewithnewintown]

[now that she's a bit less... distracted, Stephanie remembered that she had something she'd wanted to bring up to Rika. well, now it was two things.

it's easiest to find people after lunch, she's found, so she stands outside the classroom door of 1-A, bouncing on the balls of her feet, waiting for the students to clear out a bit. when she sees Rika, she skips up to her, smiling.]

Rika? Can I talk to you for a second?

[contrarily]

( she's a little more accessible, now that she actually attends classes again. so, it's easy enough to stumble upon her, as she exits the classroom and glances over at stephanie, only a tad surprised.

people have been asking her about the fundraiser, so maybe it's about that...

well, either way: )

Yeah, sure. Here?

[closewithnewintown]

[she pauses, looking around, taking into consideration the amount of people...]

... No. Somewhere else.

[contrarily]

( oh. something sensitive, then. )

Music club room is usually empty at this time... ( she suggests. it's the first thing that comes to mind — )

[closewithnewintown]

[... oh no now she feels like she's being Difficult and that's her least favorite thing to be.]

Um, can it... be not over there? [you know. up the stairwell where she opened up a door and there was a corpse.] Maybe, in, um...

[where's a place with less terrible memories.]

... The bathroom?

[contrarily]

( it's not a problem, rika wants to assure, but, you know what. the bathroom is right there, and maybe if they're lucky, nobody of any importance will overhear anything.

... maybe. it's still a bathroom, so people are bound to come and go. )

Sure. ( she shrugs, taking the literal three steps it takes to get to the bathroom from 1-A, and waiting for stephanie to join in.

just... girl stuff... going to the bathroom together... don't worry about it )

07/03

[starrypoint]

[okay so,

after school,

subaru is going to rika's classroom (wow... a Senior... he has groupies here too hi fans,) and

SLAMS OPEN THE DOOR—]

Rikki~! Let's go out!

[contrarily]

( oh god, please...

the glares she's gonna have to endure after this??? )

Keep it down, stupid! ( "a confession?" "from a senpai?!" "hey, don't you know who this is?!"

all of that aside — she picks her stuff up quickly and hobbles over to the exit, shoving him out of the class. out, out. )

You wanna get me in trouble with your groupies, Subarin? Jeez.

[starrypoint]

[oh, so this one's rika... she's a cute girl for sure ☆

subaru can't help but grin when he's shoved out, taking her stuff from her when he gets the chance cause girl, please. u hobblin. also she's fucking 4'11"??? oh my god??? subaru's fuckin 5'6" she's TINY.....]

Aww, it'll be fine! They'll be your fans too, Rikki, give 'em time. [a lot of time. rika ain't practicing SHIT while she's recovering....] I waaas gonna see if you wanted to bust some moves, but I'm rethinking it. ☆

[hmmm.]

What do you like to do after school?

[contrarily]

( LISTEN. YES, SHE IS TINY. and yes, she does appreciate him taking her stuff, even if she won't say it, acting as if it's a given. he's a boy, and she's injured? but even if she wasn't, he should still carry her stuff?

anyway, she gets a better look at him, now; he does look the idol part, for sure. pretty face, and a bit too cheerful of a smile. one of these, huh? )

Don't care, unless they pay for my stuff. ( HUFFS. ) ... ah, yeah, I probably should've mentioned... I've got two broken ribs now, so until that mends, no moves.

( she's already bored of sitting still, but unfortunately... rib hurty. )

Hmm... depends on the day. No clubs I'm super interested in right now, so I mostly just hang out with people. Or go out, since I actually can now. ( fresh air is cool, sometimes. ) I can't move, but you can, right? Wanna show me something?

[starrypoint]

[... subaru can open a window so that's an improvement, he wishes he could lay in the grass but 50/50 his tally isn't a kill, probably. prove me wrong ori

he's lighting up at the chance to show off though, and just like in his text he exudes the delightful puppy energy!!]

Sure! But on the topics of clubs, are you interested in stars?

[they can go... where. the auditorium? that's big. he doesn't really need the space so they can just find an empty room and he'll push things out of the way for his solo performance]

[contrarily]

( they can go to the auditorium, sure, sit near the void, and if one of them bleeds even on accident, it's over for both — )

Stars? Like... zodiac sign stuff? ( she's interested in reading compatibility between her sign and the hot guy of the week she's interested in, sure.

beyond that... what? )

Oh, I guess we can go to the music room. There's some space there to perform. ( and it's just one floor down, as opposed to the auditorium... )

07/11, @dito

[contrarily]

( it's a beautiful sunday — the sun is out, the birds are chirping, the non-transfer students are nowhere to be found, sans a few tangled up in weekend clubs, and she's standing in the courtyard, watching the small... boy... in front of her with a bright smile.

this is the first time she's actually seeing him outside of network insanity — he looks... unassuming, at best, but a minute of a conversation is plenty enough to learn otherwise. well, if you ask her, size's got nothing to do with whether someone's shitty or not — being 4'11'' herself...

anyway. )

You finally got your spear back!! ( excitedly, she reaches out to grab it. give it bitch, you promised. )

it's time..........

[necrophily]

[ It takes Dito a good second to realize who she is, but the mention of his spear makes it immediately more obvious. He...didn't expect her to be this short, but whatever. He's got a few inches on her, so that helps when he reaches out in turn to grab at the top of her head and keep her pushed back when she makes a reach for his spear hanging at his side in its scabbard (even though he takes a step back himself in surprise). ]

Hey, what the hell--

[ Don't just grab for people's stuff??

His other hand moves to grab its hilt defensively, like he's about to pull it out any second now. ]

finally...

[contrarily]

( not how he's not expecting people to be short while being short himself?? anyway, she huffs when he grabs her head and keeps reaching for the weapon, curious. it... definitely does Not look like anything momoe's used, hers being more of a... pole, really, but still. at least it seems to be able to be wielded by someone short easily — )

You said you'll let me see it! ( she huffs, like his sudden protests are somehow offensive, and stops pushing against his hand for a moment.

give??? ) C'mon, just for a minute.

[necrophily]

[ He is just inherently used to people being taller than him it's fine... ]

Do you even know how to handle something like this?!

[ He still keeps his hand up for a minute, narrowing his eyes at her.

He just got this back, after all. But it's not like it's easily breakable or anything. Not to mention he's never really encountered anyone who was even interested or fascinated by his spear -- it's just a weapon, for the most part. Everyone has a weapon. Even if he is kind of fond of his; it's got his fucky little panda charm on it and everything.

She's so small, though. Dito wonders if she'll even be able to handle it. Maybe it's the sadist part of him that thinks this is a good idea. ]

Haha, fine. Catch.

[ He pushes her head back even further, trying to back her up a step or two before he tosses his spear at her.

If she dies she dies!!! ]

[contrarily]

I wanna learn!

( sort of. this is a lie, mostly — she's completely fine sticking with swords, and it's what she's used to. spears look cool in theory, but in practice, she's... short, and honestly, it'd be uncomfortable carrying one around, or wielding one in battle.

momoe can do it, because she's taller and built better — but rika's not against trying it on this little asshole?

so when he pushes her, she stumbles back, extending her hands forward to clumsily catch the spear. is it still sheathed? i'm assuming so — )

Is it comfortable for you? To use it for fighting. ( he's small... but anyway, she looks at the sheath curiously, noting the little panda. surprisingly cute. )

[necrophily]

[ It is about Dito's own height, but the design is slim and convenient to toss around. For him, anyway -- and he's not human. The spear's vibes are probably rancid too, considering that it harbors a bulk of Dito's twisted viewpoint of things within it. Rubbed off, like a foul aura that lingers. Every weapon has its own story, and his is no exception. It is still sheathed, so Rika will most likely get a firsthand look at that whenever she decides to unsheathe it, considering its length is covered in dried blood that Dito hasn't bothered to wash off from it.

It came back to him like that, but he doesn't care. Hell, it was probably like that when he already left it...or lost it... Things have been taken from him, including his memories at one point, and he's not sure how to gauge where things "are" before they are returned to him. But he's at least satisfied with his shit getting back to him. It's not like he has that many possessions anyway, but he likes his spear. Thus, the charm and everything.

He crosses his arms as he regards Rika with his spear, thinking that even though she's close to his height she really isn't in any position to wield it well. She's a little shorter, but mostly she just doesn't seem the type. She's even holding it awkwardly, which puts Dito a little more off guard. ]

Yeah. Suuuuper easy.

[ He scoffs lightly. What, like it's hard? ]

I cut through soldiers with that thing like butter. I'm probably stronger than you, though.