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Noah Ebalon (π•·π–Žπ–‡π–Šπ–—π–†π–™π–”π–—) ([personal profile] silentabyss) wrote in [community profile] yogen2021-07-03 04:02 pm

[OPEN] If this day was your last

Who: Noah & YOU!
What: July Catch-All
When: Throughout July
Where: Various; see prompts for specific locations
Warnings: Will be posted in specific prompt headers if they come up
Notes: Open prompts are in here, as well as specific closed things! If you want me for something either send a message to this journal, poke me on the game discord, or bonk me at [plurk.com profile] wolfchan!



FURTHER NOTES: Throughout the month Noah has an extremely obvious cut on his arm that has also torn the sleeve of his jacket. He keeps it bandaged but for the first week of the month it's extremely obviously there. People are free to approach him at any time about the injury and ask him questions, but be warned he will get extremely defensive and aggressive if pushed too much. Could make for some fun CR, idk.
subtract: if you've got someone you can say goodbye to (Y-0294)

[personal profile] subtract 2021-08-06 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
No, this is impossible. [He raises his voice, not quite yelling yet but definitely a step above the mumbling he'd been doing a moment ago. This, a lost memory? The mere suggestion of it makes his skin crawl, something vague and terrifying twisting in his chest.

It's just a cruel trick. He can't think of it as anything else, or...

or he might be wrong. he can't be wrong.

The other-Add is dragged onto the sofa, forced to participate in this stupid word game with everyone else. Treats are passed around, the board is reset, Ciel slips him an extra cookie like he knows that's enough to placate the grouchy scientist... and the real Add scoffs, a bitter laugh escaping his throat.]


I don't miss my friends. I don't have any friends. All of this... it's just some stupid joke! Why aren't they even reacting?!

[he wants to wipe away this whole disgusting scene, raze it all to the ground... but alas, he's still powerless. he doubts he could even flip the table if he tried.

He has to settle for just seething at everyone, hugging his sidesβ€”pulling his coat tightly around him, and perhaps Noah will realize now that he's been hiding that same shoulder that looks distorted and crystallized on this other-him. Noah might need to drag Add away before he starts plotting out how to kill everyone in this room, though.]