ethics...club...

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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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[and even should one wish for it to not exist...

his grip on himself tightens sharply with each word, the subtle sound of hairline cracks forming beneath his clothes. he looks away again—he's heard enough. he shuts it out like he always does, the words that bite and claw at walls he's built around his heart.]

Absolute good, absolute power... tch, do you want to know what hope really is? It's just another lie humans use to trick themselves. You have one moment of good fortune, so you fool yourself into believing it means something, that the losses in your life are only trials to overcome...

Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic. That's all you are. A pathetic, stupid, miserably weak little man, incapable of doing anything worthwhile with your pitifully short time in this reality. Why do you even bother to wake up in the morning?

This conversation was a waste of my time. Don't bother me about it again. [don't speak to me again is almost what leaves his mouth next, but instead he hisses a sharp sigh and shoves his way past Komaeda

he's leaving, now, whether Komaeda wants to stand in his way or not. and he will resist if the other tries to stop him, a perceptible emotion that makes him arms shake, rage and hatred and something more terrifying than both that shivers under his fragile surface]

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( one moment of good fortunate, no... komaeda has been susceptible to good and bad all his life, and to think it's all that simple — it's true, that's because he's lucky, but he doesn't outline that with hope at all. hope is more powerful that than, it creates a path for someone to obtain at the end, to be able to embrace the truth, but as add speaks... he makes it all sound so hopeless, and maybe he is. it causes a rift between them, and yet he can't leave things on a note so sensitive.

he thinks about it, and add doesn't have to tell komaeda what he already knows — he's pathetic, he's stupid, he is a miserably weak little man that's incapable of doing anything worthwhile with his pitifully short time in this reality, and in the one before. he's dying. his thoughts are decaying, and even his body weakens as time goes on — he's trapped in a never-ending suffering thanks to his hope, and if he could admit to himself that he would want to die to be freed from both his talent and hope, he would. but that's not the true him, the real him would never think that way, the young boy within the simulation who forsake hope for the happiness of others doesn't exist, and the komaeda that exists now will do everything in his power to find add's hope, make him understand, make it tangible so the other can put his hands on it.

he doesn't move, instead allowing the other to take his last and final steps, to allow the other to walk past him, but that doesn't stop komaeda from catching a piece of the male's sleeve, who knows if he catches add shaking or not, but he d. a wrong move, and komaeda doesn't mind if something bad comes from it, because there'll be a fortunate outcome for him, or perhaps add if he wills it. )

Is it that hopeless you see nothing from it... even after all that you do for others in helping their hope, do you wish to remain on the opposite side of everything they are? ( is he sad for add? does he pity him? or does it feel so familiar that he toys around with the idea, walking close to the other to use his mechanical hand (because he knows that add has a preference to the non human), and he places it over the male's eyes to block his vision so that he's enclosed in darkness. )

How long has it been since you've allowed the light to lead your path... ( a sigh ) how long has the darkness wrapped around you?

cw: this some ptsd shit right here yeah

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[he pulls against the hand on his sleeve, shoulders tensing, refusing to turn and face the other as he stands taut against Komaeda's grip. he almost seems to humour the attempt, though, some small part of him perhaps not ready to let go, to storm from the room and remove this incident from his memory...

but then the other hand reaches out from behind and tries to touch his face. that part, definitely, was a mistake.]

Don't touch me. [low and guttural, swatting away the touch as he ducks away to dodge it, fear, panic, his other hand gripping for the choker around his neck] Don't touch me, keep your filthy hands away, don't touch me—

[whatever lingering doubts he might've held are already long, long gone, and he tears himself away once more—even if he literally has to tear his sleeve to pull free, even if Komaeda reaches for his arm and grasps at the glass-like fragments that shatter into dust in his hands, Add would rather suffer those consequences than stay in this room for even a second longer, than let Komaeda get to him, than let him see his fear and his weakness and his shame

he bolts from the room, and he doesn't even bother to spitefully slam the door behind him

...

(whenever Komaeda finds him next... it's convenient, how no matter how long he spends in the void, time never passes and he'll always be alone. so it's like nothing ever happened. like it's been years since they last spoke and the memory is long gone, buried just like everything else...)]