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(closed) watch me dissolve, slowly.
Who: Nagito Komaeda & anyone who hits me up
What: Septmeber catch-all
When: 09/01 onwards
Where: Various locations
Warnings: TBA
What: Septmeber catch-all
When: 09/01 onwards
Where: Various locations
Warnings: TBA
but i don't even know how the chemistry works when you're poolside
kicking in the dirt, kicking in the sand and stirring up trouble.
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sakasaki
*waves*
ventscrawlspaces. He wants to get a good mental map down because this is a really good place to hide. No way a mysterious ghost wolf let loose in the school could fit in here, probably. Just ignore the bloodstains he saw. He's forgetting something.That blue flame he's using for light is gonna frame his face nicely on turning this corner, and he's gonna almost drop it.]
Waugh! D-didn't see you there...
[Startled's an understatement.]
*waves back* same crawlspace
though, meeting someone on the opposite end wasn't in the plan, it's not josh, but...! )
Tsukimi-kun...!?
( komaeda's mouth parts into an "o" as he realizes it's actually him, a hand lifts to pinch at the other's cheek to make sure he's real, his fingers cold. he should have been hesitant considering what happened with the glass animals in rokuro's memory, but seeing that the other hasn't shattered from his touch. )
Are you trying to disappear again?
same crawlspace!
Aha...ha... Not like I intended that. [It's muttered a bit. Sara punched him over it, is this sort of thing just how he's going to be greeted now. Why is everyone here so violent.] Huh? Did you miss me that much, Komaeda-san?
[It's the teasing tone he feels grimy just using, but... honestly he wants the answer to be 'no'. Can't he back out of this conversation? Physically, yes. In practicality, also no.]
if i could draw that would be their honorary meme
( it's not as dusty as it should be through this part of the crawlspace, which will tell shin that someone travels through here more often than not — gives him an idea that there's others, or maybe komaeda travels. he looks towards the lighter in the male's hand, and he reaches out for it to hold it instead in front of his face, eyes watching the flame flicker before looking back up at shin. )
A forceful adventure, I'd take it?
( he teases, smiling softly at the other to match his expression, and he lifts his mechanical hand up to nudge the other back — he hasn't turned to glass yet, his organs haven't cracked, and blood hasn't shot out. )
You must have had fun on your vacation... you could have taken Chidouin-san along, you two are close friends, after all.
what about 'OUR crawlspace'
He'd inferred that Stephanie and Komaeda must have known about them as well as Sidney, but the proof positive always is something in itself.]
You could say that, ahaha.
[Komaeda reaches out for the lighter and Shin... lifts his thumb. The flame disappears, plunging them into blackness. Darkness has always felt a little safer to Shin. He knows where Komaeda is, and he knows where he is, and he's keeping an ear out for anything else, moving back as he's nudged, the sound of breathing, the rasp of fabric, the occasional creaking of an old building changing temperature in answer to the sun.]
Who, Miss Sara? She'll say anyone's a friend. You shouldn't take her that seriously.
[The tone is dismissive, but that chill is running down his back again. She tried to shoot him, and then they talked? They talked about him? Was it some kind of act? What did she tell him?. He's glad his face isn't visible but there was the briefest stutter to the evenness of his breath.]
I GASPED shin and komaeda writes their names inside the crawlspace so ppl know xoxoxo
darkness. )
Such a crude thing to say, Tsukimi-kun... as you don't have many friends, but that is a decision you've chosen on your own.
( like trying to kill said "best friend," which was also a decision own his own, but he has nothing to speak on due to their conversation. well, not yet anyway, shin never asked if they spoke, or if they met up... so it's safe not to explain things he has no reason to do. )
Enough about her, however. ( so the chance slips through his grasp, komaeda allows people openings to pry, and right now, this isn't about sara at all. it's about shin's whereabouts, his reasons, and the outcome of his disappearance. ) I haven't seen you through these parts before, what changed?
( you come to this country side of the crawlspace? )
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He squints a little, unseen. It's too pointed to be innocent, but what's Komaeda getting at with that? Of course he doesn't have friends. Of course that's his own fault - people hate him. He's suspicious of them, he drives them away, he hurts them, they betray him. It's hard even to try. He's waiting for the other shoe to fall, sometimes, here in Yogen, the thin woven thread of his last thoughts keeping him up like he's the executor of his own last will and testament.]
That's your professional opinion, huh? [You're not so well-liked yourself, Komaeda... look at the two of them, both oil-slicks of people. His smirk's not visible but it might come through in tone.
He can pry with Sara later... a conversation has two parties and Miss Sara... well, she's very direct. He has less of a likelihood of losing more than he gains what with Komaeda's slipperiness. His tone drops back into it's baseline idle.]
It's not really anything spectacular... I found an entrance while exploring around. [He says, you know, like a liar.] Didn't know you knew about them either...
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( he can get straight to the point despite being as cryptic as he usually is, they're both aware of shin's nature, or the one he creates for himself. there's a battle that wages within himself, that constant concern that he carries from the way he holds onto the scarf, and how he observes the people around him in order to hold the upper hand, he guesses. sara did say that he liked to be in control — )
To come above ground level, is there someone you're hiding from?
( or something? given komaeda's actions, people would rather not see him at all, so he can take this route to avoid causing any trouble. the reality is that he can easily kill someone like this, and it's the best way of travel. no one can see you, they can't hear you unless there's a lot of noise... it gives so much room to wander, and no one would know a thing. shin's sneaky himself, he doesn't allow everything about him to be shown on his sleeve, so for him to take this... type of travel does make komaeda wonder. it's like him, and he didn't expect someone else to be up here either —
so at least this means he really crawled up here himself. )
I've been here for awhile now, knowing the ins and outs are the keys to survival!
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Hm.
[Guess who's picked that up from someone... Following in the footsteps of a certain someone who ship of Theseus'd himself into little bits; stitching himself into others the way Shin stitches other people into himself. Like waiting at the gacha... will he get something that evens the odds?]
I'm surprised you think I'd find something like this and leave it for later, honestly.
[Can't he just like small, dark spaces? But there's no point in pretending he's been here before now, if Komaeda has been coming here for that long and... does he want to tell Komaeda about the wolf? Komaeda clearly knows about the crawlspaces already and survived Sara's gunshow, so it's kind of moot anyway.]
Since March, right? [It's a bit of a shot in the dark, but according to Senku that's the earliest anyone here has been 'awake'. But possibly longer if the false memories count... did either of them explore the school then? Did they find this place before? It's too fuzzy to focus on... in a worryingly familiar way.] Ahaha... they sure are.
[There's a lot he still doesn't know but Komaeda... tricky to find things out from.]
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( that's how he tells who comes through which area he hardly frequents, because lily may isn't that wide to make such a noticeable trail. as for shin, komaeda reaches out to brush off specs of dust that's attached to shin's attire. isn't he quite nice despite holding onto the lighter that he flicks on periodically, curious as to how much liquid is inside. there's telltale signs, but he'll wait for shin to give his show and tell, not everyone thinks of using this as a means of getting around without an ulterior motive. )
It's no secret, this was how I plotted my evil deed, and... I was found out months later, but even the truth can't be hidden for long from the great Ultimate Detective!
( yeah, he's proud of it, so what, but he won't tell shin where he let the dead body rot at up here, that would do no good... actually. )
That said, since you're putting a date on it, you must be interested if it goes back further... we'll figure that out together, Tsukimi-kun. Do you feel anything by being in this tight, cramped space with me?
( he flicks off the light, giving him the chance to make any expression he wants due to the way komaeda describes their location, not everyone is... happy about it. ) It's just us up here, no one else... for now.
( hm... )
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The dust brushed off... he's his usual stiff and still. He'd be languid, unconcerned if he could, because he knows it's about the power of it, but his body can't help but brace itself.
Komaeda's killed, and it was here and he's proud of it. What does he feel, in this darkness, the kind of darkness that part of him says 'safe' to and the rest of him yells at louder because Komaeda is right there, holding him, no room to move? Contempt and disgust... fear. Hard to say if it's familiar because it's all so familiar.]
Ahaha... Sorryyy, I don't think it'll be that easy.
[There's a drawn out lilt to his voice that's a little new. Like a counterweight... the fear presses down and that sickly sweet silk of a defense rises back up like an old friend, and it's pressing down hard. In the dark, he sounds like he's enjoying himself, because that sort of person does, don't they? Komaeda sure is.]
A nice try, though. But memories don't come back just like that.
[He should know. ...how does he know. Why is he so confident about this?]
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( those fake memories that create something for them, a difficult situation of someone mentally weaker than the other — between the two, the past didn't seem so bad, but how they live now almost, almost contradicts it, hm... was the other happier back then? he won't linger on it because he doesn't care, but he sure does use it to his advantage to do whatever he wants to shin given the fact he has every right to, and the other doesn't fight back as much. he's like a dog with their tail between their legs, and the comparison is probably best not spoken aloud —
...
...
...
probably. )
You're like a dog with their tail in between their legs... I never seen you whine so perfectly.
( it's here that he flicks the light back on properly, showcasing their expressions before anything changes, he thinks. he knows well enough that shin isn't quite the type to... speak in that way, like he's over compensating for something else that's stirring inside of him. maybe if he does that, he won't feel like whatever that feeling is that's weighing him down. ) ...There's no need to be nervous, that said... you'll make too much noise, so you have to breathe calmly, and quietly when you're up here.
this is not how i expected to check off 'shin falls from the ceiling' but i'm living 1/3
.......
[What does he do, when his one shield might as well be a window? Where does he go? What map does he take?
Komaeda's hand is right there. The lighter, with it's hot flame and hot metal, is right there. He's so very aware of them. It's a style of thought he's not used to having, not in such a direct way, the urge to lash out poured into indirect channels by necessity and preference and circumstance. Is this what he's being pushed towards, so that's how it is then? A dog, poked with a stick until it snaps, for amusement, given just enough leash to hang itself with?]
2/3
See ya, Komaeda.
3/3
He slowly picks himself and his beanie back up and leaves through the door with a brief over-the-shoulder glance, adjusting his scarf.]
shin and komaeda dont fall too far from the same tree
( there's a flurry of noises, loud thumping as bodies hit the floor, desks upturned from their fall, and dust particles fill the air along with anything else that's come from the ceiling being ripped apart. one body manages to get up as the other lays on the floor, a sharp pain through the arm that makes him wonder if he's finally twisted it — sadly no, it's not the case. a pencil jabbed through the upper limb, the eraser end in the back, and the sharp point still perfect as it protrudes through the seams of komaeda's jacket, and covered in blood, but miraculously he hasn't bled on the floor yet — maybe that's their luck.
he feels sore for a moment, but komaeda manages to lean up properly, catching the end tail of a familiar scarf exiting the room, and he smiles to himself. that was pretty clever, and he can give him that, but it's been so long since komaeda has fell through the roof that he's lost all familiarity. perhaps he should praise him for his efforts, the thought that goes through his mind as he manages to get up, looking down the hall both left and right for his dear friend.
as he exits the room, he looks around for dust prints on the floor — it was a bit dusty in that general area, so he can find where the other may have went. he lifts his mechanical hand to press against his arm, and the sharp end of the pencil settled between the cracks of his fingers as he tries to apply pressure to make it bleed more, or to stem the blood... it's a very unsure action. other than that, he's fine! )
their lying down sprites :'''' )
His plan is going to the dorms to take a shower, moving past the wisteria with the speed of someone who doesn't like looking at it and brushing the more clinging dust off outside as he goes. But you could probably catch him anywhere along the way if you ran.]
they're communicating!
...
...
so komaeda definitely follows after where shin's going, a bit of powerwalking does the trick as he lifts his harmed arm to wave towards the other: )
You forgot something!
( the shift in movement is a mistake, because the blood runs down the sharp end of the pencil, and on cue does red drip from it, and connects with the floor that splinters their vision — the world swirling into a dark and ugly red, the walls burnt and brown from a previous fire. )
Which is me!
( come back tsukimi-kun! )
on frequencies impossible for the human ear to hear
The world warps and spins in a familiar way, the dizzy vertigo that usually has him leaning against something until it's gone. It's dark and cold, so cold, breath coming out in puffs and coming in in knives and involuntarily shivering already setting in. He's never actually... left the bounds of the "school" and it's so much colder. His hand closes without really thinking about it on the tiny lingering warmth of the lighter in his pocket, hunching into his scarf.]
K-komaeda... ahaha. Y-you're... p-pretty hard to forget.
[So hard to forget the memories cling like burrs. He takes one step back, and then another. He's actually being chased... Is Komaeda intending to kill him here, for all that? They'd... no one would know, there'd be no evidence, no time for it, he'd just be dead... it's worse than the crawlspace. He takes another step and then just... starts running for the unfamiliar-looking dorms, pretense thrown aside, because Komaeda's between him and the school where he knows there's mirrors.]
what's the bug that talks by rubbing their legs is it bees
he removes one hand to reach for the pencil, pulling it out quickly that blood spurts, scattering onto the ground along with pencil — with that gone, perhaps the heat of the wound can stave off the cold. though, there's something oddly different about the outside of the courtyard — the frozen stillness, the complete darkness of the sky that they're surrounded by, and he recalls that when they left it was brighter — was it always like this on the other side? between keeping his eye on shin, and then glancing at the tree that has nothing, bare from the tip all the way to the bottom...
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...
he focuses on shin first and foremost, picking up the pace (but not too fast because he sees no reason to exert all his energy), as he tries to close the distance between them despite the other booking it. it's because he wonders if shin will be just as confused as him which will give him time to catch up, but if not, he knows there's various ways to catch the other. )
cicadas I think
Shin isn't really paying attention to the tree enough to be confused by it. On some level there's a part of his mind registering it as unusual; the tree, the sky, the ice, but it's on the backburner, tickertape catalogue right now.
Shin won't know which way Komaeda intends to catch him until he decides on one, but the point becomes a bit moot when his foot catches the grass at wrong speed and angle and he absolutely beefs it on the ground, skidding, panting, and then struggling to get back up to his feet and speed, frozen hands on the ground. This is your chance to close distance, Komaeda.]
those are too noisy i dont think komaeda and shin would want those... can't hear their own thoughts.
maybe this is komaeda's luck that shin fumbled the way he did, and this is an advantage shown to him as he runs over to try and catch up — slipping himself, tripping over his own feet, and he falls DIRECTLY on top of shin like out of some shoujo chase scene. there's no wisteria blossoms to whirlwine around them, but they do have that stiff cold creeping over their body, his blood leaking from his arm, and the frost that nips at his hand once he touches it the ground.
he tries to push himself up, practically sitting on shin's back now like one would do a horse. it's probably not the best time for this, but the sky is completely black — nothing above, and he searches for something, anything. )
Tsukimi-kun... do you see anything strange?
( considering komaeda's eyes compared to the other's sight, they're both observant people, they read between the lines, and having incite from him also works. )
What if the gardening is hiding out in the darkness ready to consume us! How exciting, I wonder how you'd handle it...
( sounds like a horrible fate, one they can't run from either considering they have no glass shard to use. )
turns out legs are loud :' ) also i'm crying not like a horse
He's observant, his mind and eyes keep going even wracked with fear; more, even, the source of his ability to predict. It becomes a case of too much signal than too little if it ever is, hampering his ability to tease it into the right strands, focusing too much on the wrong things.]
N-no... I don't.
[He can only see so much of the courtyard where he's fallen, negative space always a little more terrifying than the known, and he doesn't have the spirit-sight required to see the shadow-beast here. He can't see Komaeda, or the gardener... both feel like equally deadly threats right now, so it's hard for his fear to tick up past this level. He swallows, pulling his arms back in from where they were flung out in front of him, tears beading in his eyes as he counts his own heartbeats and tries to blink them back while he waits for Komaeda's next move.]
legs WITH the stiletto heels so they go clack clack when they walk
( then again, rabbits can die without being prey — they're just always shaking from fear, despair induced in a way, and as komaeda looks down at shin; he looks like he could shatter easily. that's why komaeda's mindful in his actions, moving slow so that he can calm down some, but it's because predator's can smell fear, and if that's true for within the void, then it'll be bad if shin's hubris backfired on them. that would be an unlucky scenario. )
I'm going to get up, but don't run... our surroundings are different, and if you die here, your body there will just drop.
( that's how they work, which makes killing even cleaner here than out there, and hides the way a person might have died. the thing about this is, he doesn't want to deal with shin's body once he returns, and the thought of explaining "oh? the gardener ate him" sounds like a lie when it comes from his lips. then again, if someone was to die in the crawlspaces, and the lack of people that already go through there... it's an idea for the future. anyway, it's best to avoid that as a whole with him, however, the least komaeda can do is work on being gentler with him (if there was ever a day) today so that he doesn't act out to get himself killed.
for shin's predictions (is this what i'm supposed to do), komaeda will remain on his back for about three minutes with or without the other responding (because he believes the other will just do), and he'll crawl himself off of him, then proceed to reach out to pat his head. )
that's one heck of a mental image
You think I don't know that!?
[It's a low hiss into the ground in front of him. He hates this so much.
I'm still figuring out how this power works in rp, we will work it out hand in hand together, but he'll know that Komaeda's next move is that he's going to get off of him, which is somewhat of a small spot of relief in the midst of everything else about this. It doesn't, however, tell him when that's going to happen so it's an agonizing three minute wait, after which he rolls away from Komaeda and the hand, slowly getting back to his feet, panting.
He doesn't run, at least. Just stands, a few steps back, with his eyes trained on Komaeda in sharp wary assessment, hand and face in scarf, and his ears strained for any sound other than their breathing in this quiet courtyard.]
with great imagination comes great responsibility as you know, superhero 101!