yogen | ethics...club...

Who: the ethics club and whoever wants to crash their party
When: whenever in august!
What: just a mingle post for the disasters
Warnings: uhhh...........well there's a bunch of problematic people here probably, so we'll see how this goes. will update.

The "ethics" club isn't really that well furnished so far. So far, there's only a few things -- things that only Josh is able to access, as well as a dart board, a cheap (and faulty) polygraph machine, and a button maker?

Well, the other members will have to make those. But he does have a certain design for it, if someone was interested in ""helping"" him make the pins...

Otherwise, Joshua's probably usually in here, in classroom 2-D, and he won't turn anyone away. He might warn of anyone coming in of their eccentric group, but he doesn't really mind either way.

But there are papers spread around, not that he really wants to do the work of ensuring that his club stays open, but he figures there's no use in just ignoring it. So there's probably going to be some reports to go through on the papers, or something that could be defined as work.

Loosely.

There's a folder on the desk he'd moved next to the door which holds the topic of the month on it for whoever comes into the room:

good and evil: how do you spot the difference? Do those lines truly exist?

He's very interested in what people would say about it.

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Only when it's a battle between hope and despair, then it doesn't matter the sides.

( that's the only battle that matters. sometimes you just wanna get high off hope, but as soon as he finds the alcohol, and maybe... a needle... with bandages, he'll bring them over to minato. )

..."Not anymore"?

( he opens the bottle as he stares at the other trying to understand his definition of the word. anyway, hand out please! )

[ Minato stares back, hand on his lap, because if he waits long enough the blood will clot, maybe. ]

Not anymore. ...There was a time when the world was going to end. 3 months. Inevitably. I watched my team fall apart. Grieving. Suffering. Withdrawing in on themselves, as if all the time we spent together didn't mean anything. They'd given up, and I couldn't stand seeing that... So I...

[ So he... tries to think of a way of explain everything without have to explain anything, and settles on the simplest way he can think to phrase it. ]

So I killed a man, to see them smile again.

( if he won't offer his hand, komaeda will sit right beside him — plopping down — crossing his legs as he listens. it doesn't go where he thinks it will, and he remains silent as he reaches over for the male's wrist, pulling it into his lap as he pours the alcohol over both the cloth and his hand. he waits to see if the blood will spread further in the white fabric from doing this, and he hums in thought. )

...And did they smile?

( morals. ethics. the proper way of thinking, komaeda doesn't have that. he doesn't know what normalcy is, he doesn't understand that killing isn't the proper way to distribute hope between people, and even if he's told time after time again, it doesn't reach him. so his expression doesn't change, rather, he's waiting.

what was the result to minato's efforts? )

[ He frowns when the alcohol soaks through and touches the wound, but that doesn't stop the small smile that grows on his face when he recalls the last time he had seen his friends. ]

...They did.

[ There is so much that was wrong with what he had done, but he got to see them smile again, and so his sin was worth committing. ]

They were all able to lift their heads, and move on with their lives.

( let him think about it as he slowly removes the cloth so he can get a better look at the wound, his fingers lightly tracing the area where the knife cut. )

To you... that's despair? ( ... ) Hm... to me, it sounds like there were a few dead leaves attached to them, and their stems weak... so they were wilting.

( it doesn't sound out of the ordinary from what komaeda knows, or how he thinks. )

Plucking a few dead leaves caused their hope to regrow back into place, strengthening their foundation so that they could stand tall with you once more. ( he nods, there's been many people komaeda has killed for the sake of hope... but MINATO KILLED RYOJI I JUST LEARNED SOME LORE I'M SOOOO SADDDDDDDD. ) Ahaha, you're pretty confusing, you know?

[ HE'S BAD END OKAY they weren't even friends like feMC and Ryoji were, one time Minato got to the dorms just as Ryoji was leaving and Ryoji went "Oh. See ya." and left.

I too would avoid Minato who stares at Komaeda and nods along, because yes, those sure are opinions and who is he to say opinions are right or wrong? ]

What's confusing...?

That you believe assisting their hopes is despair-filled, I could never imagine such a thing for my peers...

( he sighs wistfully, leaning to the side so that their shoulders brush together in delight.

sighs, it's okay, komaeda will hype you up bc he's crazy like that. )

That person was just a stepping stone, and they worked perfectly in pruning the despair. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

Assisting wasn't despair... It was 'cause of the despair that I had to do something.

[ Even if that something was murder. Nobody would remember, not even him, which is a terrible excuse but the fact of the matter is, all he had to do to bring back happiness was to give somebody what they asked of him, and he never turns somebody down when they ask. ]

I think it's beautiful what you did, that you're able to mold their dreams by removing the despair that weakened them.

( and through the acts of murder, komaeda can't help but grab minato's wounded hand, holding it tightly. )

How did you do it, what was your method... how much blood was there... did you smile for their hope?

( tell him! he's excited... to learn his hope! )

[ AT LEAST HOLD IT GENTLY okay, Minato won't care, he'll just take this as enthusiasm, something he loves to see but not directed at him. ]

Uh... I shot myself, and then... [ uh ] He doesn't bleed. And I wasn't smiling.

( SEMI-GENTLY, enough that he can see the blood bleed through the fabric... warm. )

You sacrificed yourself to give them hope...? ...admirable! I wish I could have seen it for myself...

( he's trying to put everything together, and now he's curious... if they didn't bleed, then what did they do... )

Was it painful? Is that why you didn't smile... You can smile now, you can be happy about your timely demise.

I'm just... not much of a smiler, I guess.

[ He wasn't frowning when he did it. Didn't feel like crying. Just sort of numb, if he thinks back on it, like he'd resolved himself to do something and was just going through the motions because otherwise he couldn't make it work. ]

And I'm not dead. Not yet.

...Oh. Here... wait...

( now he'll let go of minato's hand, but he'll raise his semi-bloody palms up onto the male's cheeks, pulling so the corner of his lips raise into a forced smile. not the best smile, but it'll do right? komaeda can only mimic what's been done to him, and how many people have touched his face? too many. )

What are you living for? ( he cants his head to the side, trying to figure out if the smile suits him from another angle. )

[ Minato does not have soft mochi cheeks so it's not as fun, nor does the "smile" extend to the rest of his face no matter what angle. But he makes zero attempt to pull away, and he does his best to speak through stretched cheeks. ]

I did everything for my friends... I want to be here so I can watch them live happy lives.

[ Which he can't do here, but. ... There's no real desire to go home, if he's being honest. He did what he could, and all that's left is to trust his friends will be okay. ]

( minato is dead and depressed inside, and no matter the angle komaeda takes... this smile is a struggle within itself. )

Are your friends here?

( to watch over them, a lot of people would like that, but would they be selfish to wish them to a place like this? a school that has majority of the school trapped, tampering with their minds. )

Hm... in the end, when it comes to hope, you don't need friends.

( ... ) No one's lonely when they have that, and they'll be able to live successful lives, even if trapped in this place.

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NOT MINATOS RETURN..........ARC

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