MISSION 2.C

[adsum]

Participants: Natsume, Komaeda, Hinata, Helena
Location: Fourth Floor
Date: 08/22 - 08/28

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[commences]

( hope is... hope, and hope is all that komaeda has to give the hopeless people around him — those he must associate with so that no ultimate is bothered. he has to place himself between them to ensure such talented people are sullied by the actions of those who lack it. he wants to protect them, but because of his own miniscule talent, ultimates should also be protected from him, and he would understand these group of people better. that's why he's willing to see what sort of hope they can make if their own body rings hollow from their lack of talent.

natsume said he was special back home, worried about the people back home being inflicted with the curse that he's been weighed down with. those fretting worries over sora that he didn't want to leave behind, a weak moment for him, and yet he probably to ensure that he goes back home to that person. he wonders if that's his hope, what would be considered their hope...

as for helena, she's new to this group, her own vision crippled by unknown means, and he knows nothing about her. he doesn't know where to start, and throwing her off the side of the edge seems like good as any — natsume was kind to stand to the side, and if he could just lead her despite the grin on his face, but she plays by her own rules. to call it faith is just a longer version of what komaeda adores to say so much, so this one is catered for natsume. she can even smile a the moment he parts his mouth to speak his own thoughts, he's fed appropriately by the female jumping off into the void herself. )

...Did you see her smile, I wonder if she truly understands.

( that's stronger than most worthless humans, but maybe something lies beyond it, just wait for them natsume... they're coming, hope is only properly created as long as the group sticks together. now, as he looks towards his unconscious body, he appears to have calmed down — blinked out the unnerving spirals, doesn't even recall his immediate switch into something undesirable. to him, it played out like helena just wanted to grasp hope by her own hands. )

...I thought you understood too, but I'm just that unlucky. You've left too many times.

( he's not the person he woke up to in the beginning, he's not the person he woke up to that unfaithful morning, and now they're at this standstill where hinata is... he sighs, walking towards the body as he squats down before it. his hands pressed against the side to assist in slowly rolling him closer to the edge. )

To the Hinata-kun, who bloomed with so much talent that it spilled over the brim...

( so like his body, must it follow suit despite lacking any at all.

ok i think yama said she wanted to reply with sumn, so good luck. )

not how I got passed a layup again

[futurebullets]

[Is it luck that causes it? Or simply the sound of his voice again?

But it happens fast - from one second to the next, Hinata wakes.

He doesn't have time to really process what happened to him, if he even has any recollection of it at all. Hinata simply registers the face hovering above him; the face that he's woken up to three times now, in his memory, and that has filled him with an inexplicable calm now every time. So even if he doesn't quite make sense of the words he just heard, he reaches up...]

Komaeda, what did you just...

[...and gently grabs hold, tugging just a bit.

But Hinata is on the edge. And he's holding Komaeda, pulling him towards him.

So when his hand reaches out to his other side to push off of the ground, the only thing Hinata does is send them both rolling over the side.

He has just enough time to yell desperately, perhaps even shout a name, before they both plunge into the darkness below.]

[adsum]

[ They fall and they fall and they fall, darkness spread out around them as far as the eye can see, the stream of light also spreading out like mist at the end of a waterfall. A minute passes. Two. Twenty. Two hundred. And they're still falling, as if they were back in the void but there is no ground to stand on, no voice that comes out of their mouths, no sound at all. Just them. Darkness. A field of stars.

The endless sensation of falling, weightless. ]