in this world it's yeet or be yeeted

[silentabyss]

Who: Noah & You('re getting hit in the head with a rock)
What: Multiple attempts at getting Sickle-Clamor out of the wisteria tree
When: 9/23
Where: Courtyard. Wisteria. Be there or be square
Warnings: comedy, comedy that might be dark, wolfie thinking she's fucking hilarious, Noah's mental health



☽ Rock and Roll

[Imagine walking into the courtyard and getting beaned in the head with a rock from the beloved Yogen rock gacha.

Because that's what happens to you (unless you dodged it or saw it coming somehow) as you're walking through the courtyard — a rock flies through the wisteria branches and absolutely clocks you or something near you, whatever happens. Now, where did that rock come from?

Of course, it's one Noah Ebalon, hurling his massive haul of rock gacha rocks except for the skull one which is cool and is back in his room at... something embedded in the high branches of the wisteria tree? Why? Whatever is he doing? What's that weird black thing sitting up in the high branches? How did that... get there?

Oblivious to anything going on around him, Noah... continues to throw rocks at this object in an attempt to dislodge it. Whatever this is — it looks sharp, like a weapon, maybe — he wants it very badly. Maybe... avoid the opposite side of the tree for a bit... or yell at him for being reckless...]

☽ Sound Asleep

[When the rocks don't work (which is an endeavour that goes on for several hours, by the way), Noah decides he's going to use better methods: Climbing!

Yes, he's going to climb the super dangerous wisteria tree, you know, the tree that puts people to sleep if they touch the petals? That tree? Yeah, he's going. Yes, he's ignoring your protests, if you have any, because he wants that weapon. Noah's careful to dodge around most of the petals, seeming quite self-aware what with how his limbs are positioned and how he glances around while clinging to the bark just to make sure he doesn't accidentally brush a petal with his next move. Of course...

The higher he goes, the higher the risk of falling asleep and either getting stuck in the tree or straight-up falling out and cracking his head open. His hand brushes over one petal just barely and he slides halfway down the bark, momentarily sleepy, and then carries on like nothing happened with renewed-albeit-tired vigor.

Another petal brushes his shoulder... yeah, might wanna try to talk him out of this before he goes splat.]

Comments

rock and roll

[dereban]

If you're going to throw rocks, you should at least use a body or water or something, at least that would look nicer.

[It's clear with her dripping sarcasm that she isn't being serious in the slightest bit, but it's fine.]

[silentabyss]

[H

He has a whole moment when he hears her voice, and another whole moment when he turns around to confirm that he's not going insane.

Nevermind the sickle; he can get that in a bit.]

...Inaba?

[There's no way, right— he saw the network post and all, but he'd been, er, heavily dissociating at the time and admittedly had chalked it up to being some figment of his imagination.]

...I haven't seen you in... months. A-are you— are you doing okay?

[dereban]

Yeah, I figured that was the case given...

[Her voice trails off a little awkwardly, rubbing at the nape of her neck with a bit of a grimace.]

But yeah, I exist again. If you want me to pinch you to make sure it's real, I can do that. It's my superpower, you see.

[It isn't, but she can pretend.]

I'm relatively fine, though. So why were you throwing rocks, anyway?

[silentabyss]

No pinch necessary. I, um...

[Noah's been going through it — what with Clamor being found out to be a doppelganger as of late, dredging up old traumas he'd rather not think about — and he's started to believe everyone around him isn't real, but... Inaba is Inaba, with all the snark and sarcasm as she had before, and surely she has to be real.

Sad thoughts aside...]

...I'm happy to see you.

[And then he turns toward the tree and points up at it, where there's a shiny, black-and-blue sickle stuck in the branches. Embedded, really. If it were simply laying there, he might've knocked it out of the tree by now.]

I'm trying to get Cla— my weapon out of the tree. I dunno why h— it showed up there all of a sudden when I haven't had it this whole time, but I walked outside and it was just... there.

[dereban]

Okay, but it's your loss.

[She's fine with doing it though. Of course someone like her who notices the minute details in his expression, and how he keeps on changing his wording.]

I see. Well, is there anything I can possibly do to help?

😴

[commences]

( he inhales, hands around his mouth to widen the rage of his voice as he calls out to him. )

Ebaloooon-kuuuuuuuun!

( he's been watching noah for awhile now climb this tree, the same tree where amami supposedly died on for going up the way he did. it's almost too perfect how things fall into place, and he wonders if the other will follow as well. )

You're like a squirrel chasing for a nut, if you aren't careful... the only nut you'll crack is your skull!

[silentabyss]

[Noah is totally being careful! Totally, absolutely, 100% being careful—

He comically dodges a falling petal that would've booped him on the nose otherwise, much like a startled cat.]

I know what I'm doing!

[He calls back, continuing his ascent; why is his sickle so high in the damn tree?!]

I won't fall out of the tree! Promise!

[That remains to be seen; the way Noah calls out that "promise" is a lot like how a child would make such a vow to a parent before getting themself into trouble — a little vague and not all that dedicated-sounding.]

[commences]

I don't believe that! Get down from there, there has to be another way!

( another way he says, but that's yet to be seen as he watches noah dodge a petal, avoiding it a mere inches away. watching him is a little hectic, hoping that nothing touches him as he migrates further and further up the tree.

he looks around, hunting for something that might be useful — whatever may cushion noah's fall because knowing how desperate someone can be... he doesn't see good things. )

E-Ebalon-kun! Watch out...!

( the wind blows, and there's two petals coming his way from both sides. )

[silentabyss]

[Man, Komaeda, what are you, his dad? Pssh— ohfuck—]

AH—!

[Noah doesn't want to hurt the tree, since he knows what is now which does not excuse the fact that he's currently climbing it and dodges left to avoid the one petal, however...

The second one. That one sneaks up on him, touches him right on the back for a brief second, and Noah just

conks the fuck out

falls

gets stuck comically on a branch like a flopped-over cat on a towel hanger




...zzz...



And then after about thirty seconds, he seems to wake back up and... decides to be smart and immediately climb down from the tree. Who would have thought Komaeda would be the voice of reason.]

...I'm good.

[It's said shamefully, once his feet are on the ground. He landed funny; his ribs hurt.]

[commences]

...

( he knew it.

he told him before hand, and this is what komaeda's greeted with — watching as noah is caught on a branch unable to fall down. caught between obtaining what he wants, but also a drop away from cracking his skull like komaeda has suspected.

...

...

with his arms crossed, he laughs softly until noah manages to wake back up moments later — )

Good evening, how was your sleep?

( he may not be proud of himself, but komaeda doesn't judge at all. instead. ) Do you feel rested?

Rock and Roll

[emptyembers]

[Thank God —— or whoever wanted the appreciation —— that he had really good reflexes, otherwise that rock would have probably broken his glasses or simply have gotten a really bad bruise all things considered. He wouldn't have liked either, but luckily he managed to jump to the side quickly and avoid being clocked in the head by a gacha rock.]

Noah?

[If the sound of disbelief is heard in his voice, that's because he is dis believing.]

What are you doing?

[silentabyss]

Oh. Um.

[Hi Yukio!! Noah is causing problems on purpose. He turns to yeet a rock at sickle-Clamor, a phenomenon Noah has not explained to Yukio probably and should honestly do; it clangs metallically off of the metal of the handle, but notably the weapon remains unscathed.]

I'm trying to get my sickle out of the tree. He— it's, [how do explain Clamor] uh, it was mine back home. I don't know why it'd suddenly show up in the tree though.

[YEET!

clang.]

[emptyembers]

[He's not going to ask about why the weapon was in the tree, considering what had happened a bit ago, so he just walked over to Noah and stood next to him with enough distance to not be hit with a rock.]

How's that been working for you?

[Hes tilting his head back, trying to make out where the sickle was.]

[silentabyss]

[Considering Noah's angling rocks at the tree and not at the Yukio next to him, yeah, Yukio is now safe from taking 1d6 of bludgeoning damage.]

...not great?

[CLONK]

Better than it looks, I mean — I kinda managed to dislodge it a bit, but it's sharp, so the blade is embedded in the wood. And climbing the wisteria's bad... you know why, right?

[lolasifhedoesntgoclimbitinlikeanhour]

[emptyembers]

[He watches Noah for a couple of seconds before he looks back at the sickle that is sticking out of the tree. He's gotten the impression that the leaves were a bad thing to be around, but he never really asked anyone or gone ahead and touche them.]

I have some idea.

[He leans down and picks up a rock, then proceeds to aim it at the sickle to help Noah dislodge it more. He has really good aim after all.]

rock and roll

[comprises]

[Joshua had kind of noticed that Noah was lobbing rocks at the tree for no good reason while he's just. snooping around the school, so he's definitely going to keep a fair distance from the rock throwing. he really doesn't want to get a black eye or a welt on his head because he couldn't dodge it, after all.

he watches Noah for a little while like this, before noticing the rough trajectory and gets closer so that he stays out of the way here.]

Now, now, the poor wisteria tree didn't do anything to you...

[silentabyss]

[Why not, the black eyes and gacha rock-shaped bruises are free of charge!]

Oh— well, that's debatable. [It's holding the soul of Clamor in it, who it also tried to eat at one point apparently.] I'm not really aiming at the tree, though. I'm aiming at that.

[He points at the spot where a black-and-blue sickle is embedded into the bark, slightly crooked since Noah's been yeeting stones at it to loosen it.]

I'm trying to get it out — it was my weapon back home.

[comprises]

[he's too Pretty for all of that. that's why.

...or something.

he looks up where Noah's pointing at, putting his hands into his pockets as he glances up and squints at the weapon in the tree. he looks like he's only moderately successful.]

I suppose there's something to be said about your aim. You don't believe you'd damage it with the way you're throwing the rocks?

[silentabyss]

A rock's not going to damage h— it.

[Explaining that Deep Lore is going to be troublesome. He'll do it if prompted, if that little hiccup is acknowledged.]

It's... a magic weapon, of a sort, I guess. I've swung it into harder carapaces before.

[comprises]

[?

Joshua raises an eyebrow, but doesn't quite ask anything at the moment. he looks up at the weapon again, putting his hands in his pockets.]

How interesting. Do you think its magic would still work in this place?

[he's just curious.]

sound asleep

[safeguarder]

[all she wanted was to get a little bit of fresh air -- she hadn't expected to find someone climbing the wisteria tree. she frowns, rushing to the base of it, as if she's about ready to catch Noah at any given moment. she recognizes the boy from the pool, and notices that slip -- she grits her teeth and accidentally puts on her best Big Sis voice:]

Noah! Get down from there! You're going to hurt yourself!

[these kids are going to be the end of her, she swears.]

[silentabyss]

[Not the Big Sis voice! Noah's little brother energy is very powerful, okay, but just as everyone else seems to kind of adopt him, he too is weak to picking up elder siblings. "Who saved who first" and such, anyway

Noah continues up the tree, slow and calculated, because those wisteria petals are trying to kill him.]

Why? I'm almost there!

[He says as he dodges a falling petal like a jumpy cat. It very nearly brushes his nose.]

[safeguarder]

[Shepard huffs in a mildly worried way at the base of the tree, putting her hands on her hips as she continues to watch him carefully.]

Maybe, but if you fall now I don't know if I could catch you!

[these children are going to be the end of her.]

There's nothing up there that's worth risking your life for!

[silentabyss]

[Luckily Noah's not looking down, or that hands-on-hips gesture would kill him inside with guilt.]

Yeah, there is! [He'd gesture to the sickle wedged in the branches if he could, but he's moving with such a calculated precision that one distracted move will probably knock him out. Or down. ...or both.] Unless you have any better ideas for getting it out of the tree, I can't quit yet!

[safeguarder]

I'm just trying to get you down safely first, and then we can go from there. There's got to be another way.

[she's mostly consumed with the idea that he might fall out of a tree, and she might have to somehow break his fall.

boys.]

How are you going to get it down anyway without hurting yourself? Have you thought about that?