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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
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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 —
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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!
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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!
Then you should be mindful, I know you can't run for long!
( as if komaeda's taking care of him in some way, but what's more surprising is the hiss that left from the other — it's not really frightening, but it makes him feel as if he's done a good job. riling people up, seeing how they'll react as if they're a social experiment for him, and that'll help shin in the long run he believes — if he can trust komaeda in terrorizing his life, he can always be one step ahead when it comes to other threats and dangers. shin has a premonition around komaeda, and komaeda thinks he's helping him in some way... teamwork! )
Ah, don't look at me that way... we're friends, aren't we? You can trust me.
( he stands in that danganronpa pose, but he smiles like normal. during this exchange, he listens to his own voice, and once he stops, the silence dawns back over them again. there's nothing, different from the creaks they'd at least hear when they're walking inside of the school, but this place... has nothing for them. not even the rustle of petals and leaves from the tree, because it lacks that in particular.
his eyes glance at the tree, and then back to shin to see how he responds vocally or physically, as for komaeda? he's rubbing his foot against the ground, noticing how slick it is from the ice. )