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[CLOSED] Now you've got a weapon and a companion, all in one!
Who: Clamor, Noah & others!
When: October 8th through the end of the month
What: Clamor returns!! At least in spirit. Catch-all for the month.
Warnings: There will probably be mentions of murder/suicide/trauma at some point or another.
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Clamor will be semi-available for the month, seeing as his current body makes it more difficult to talk with people + Noah is being overprotective of him + he's kind of depressed right now. That said, feel free to hit me up on plurk at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
BlueFlewFedUQueen, ping me through the game discord, or send me a PM if you want a thread with Clamor and I'll see what we can do!))
When: October 8th through the end of the month
What: Clamor returns!! At least in spirit. Catch-all for the month.
Warnings: There will probably be mentions of murder/suicide/trauma at some point or another.
((Closed prompts are below, replies will be from
suspiciousweapon!Clamor will be semi-available for the month, seeing as his current body makes it more difficult to talk with people + Noah is being overprotective of him + he's kind of depressed right now. That said, feel free to hit me up on plurk at
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Uh... yeah, we talked about Amami being back when we were at the gorinto, remember? He seems fine now. He's been helping me out lately.
[Intermittently, anyway. But a tour of the dorms is in order, after all, and you know what Clamor seems pretty damn enthused with getting his own grave, what the hell dude. Noah supposes he might be too? Or maybe a bit melancholy? Uh... both?]
...ignore the paintings on the walls. They're... b...bleeding lately? I don't know why. Sara and I spent hours covering them with canvases and drawing over them since they're horrifying to look at, but that seems like it doesn't matter anymore. [Anyway, moving on.] I don't know who has what room still, s...sorry. These are the moon rooms...
[Noah carries on showing Clamor all the sections where the different types of rooms are, and then stops in front of Star 3.]
This is technically your room, with Sidney and Lucifer, [and some dude named Rio, Noah supposes,] uh... I guess you wouldn't know that. [Probably should... talk about what happened.] If you want to spend the nights in the same room as them, I trust them not to steal you.
[It's such a thing to say, but also, there are some motherfuckers here who would love to steal a magic weapon and go nuts. Noah trusts about two or three people here... but he carries on walking since he doesn't have a door key to the Dad Room, stopping in front of Star 5.]
This is Nene's and Shinobu's room. S...sometimes I sleep in there. [With Nene. Who is not here currently, because she's probably finishing up her last classes of the day, but he knows she's going to come around eventually, joined at the hip as they are currently.]
Oh, and over here...
[Noah shows off the showers ("They're showers, moving on") and the laundry room ("this is called a washing machine? It washes clothes?" — he'll show Clamor how cool washers and dryers are later) and then the study hall and common room and kitchen, the bathrooms aren't really important but he points them out from across the room. Then, when the tour ends, he finally turns Clamor around to face him again.]
That's... pretty much all to see in the dorms.
[Noah moves some of his hair out of his face because, uh, he hasn't exactly cut it in several months and it's sort of getting out of hand. Clamor might notice that Noah is wearing his pendant, though, that plus the fact that his hair is turning black.]
...Do you wanna see the courtyard? There are these pretty flowers outside called spider lilies. They're what I left on your grave. Oh, and there's the... [He swallows thickly,] pool house...
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[... he's worried, but let's deal with that after they've had their little tour. They at least deserve to have this much.
Bleeding paintings, his room—a pleasant reminder that Sidney and Lucifer are here and safe, and if he had lungs he'd breathe a sigh of relief, but he'll worry about what to say to them later—Nene and Shinobu are safe
(haha), then it's a very welcome distraction of Noah showing him the showers and the laundry and Clamor trying to ask how everything works even though Noah clearly just wants to do a quick overview for now, but what about the washing machine can it really wash anything? Study hall, common room, kitchen, bathrooms...And then it's back to facing Noah. Finally noticing the little details, the pendant... black roots and tips that have started to get too long.]
... I guess it really has been a whole month. [Noah's already grown so much... he wishes he could ruffle that hair, like the first time they woke up in this school and Clamor realized he could.
Now he can't. Not anymore.
...]
Noah... before we do that. [he wants to just ignore it, to go back to their happy little tour, but. they're partners, aren't they?] You said something about a gorinto earlier... when did we visit a gorinto? Those are the little rock monuments they set up around the school, right? I don't remember anything like that happening...
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[Oh, that's going to be hard to explain. Noah looks guilty for a moment, like maybe he shouldn't have brought it up, but at some point it was going to come up anyway. If not through him, Sidney might have, since they talked after he and Nene left...
Noah makes his way back to his dorm room and shuts the door, and if Senku comes back later, or if Nene comes back from class and joins him, then they can say hi. But for now, Noah lets Clamor know to "give him a sec" while he climbs to the top bunk and flops over onto it, sits up, and holds Clamor so that they're looking each other in the eye.]
I don't know why you wouldn't remember, but... um... there was a gorinto set up for you — the rock pile things. When you put those coins on it, you can talk to the spirit of the person who it belongs to, so... Nene and I talked to you for a bit about what happened. It was a couple weeks ago...
[Noah trails off, looking away, out the nearby window and to the distant image of Clamor's grave marker.]
Nene and I promised we'd get you back there, and we talked a little bit about how you died... Then Lucifer and Sidney came to talk to you when Nene and I left. [And Noah can't imagine how that must have gone down, considering Sidney's been barely holding on by a thread lately — Noah can tell. There's a sinking feeling deep in Noah's stomach when he realises that Clamor doesn't know what happened after he died, that he must be under the impression that it was lights out and that was it — but he bothers to ask anyway, just in case.] You don't... know what happened in the month after you died, do you?
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Are you sure? I don't remember talking to anyone. [he doesn't think Noah is lying, but he has doubts. he'll feel guilty again in a moment, but right now] I don't think I could've even if I wanted to... Who did you talk to? It couldn't have been me.
What happened? What did I miss?
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[Since he doesn't have answers for that — and how could he, with the absolutely nothing people tell him about this place, with the nothing he's ever informed about either to keep a secret from the violent child or because it's clearly not valuable for him to know (yes Noah is bitter about this) — he has no choice but to move on, to an inevitably harder topic.]
You... died on the 25th of August, according to what "you" told us at the gorinto, but... more to the point...
[Somehow, Noah gets paler than he is. He looks ill for a moment, holding the side of his head in his hand as if a dizzy spell has overtaken him. No matter what he does, he's unable to suppress the memories flashing behind his eyes; like he normally does, he grits his teeth and deals with it.]
Someone... and I don't know who, but someone... uh... t-took over your body, and had been impersonating you all month. And... no one saw through it... I sure didn't.
[He takes a second after that, trying not to shut down. There's more to explain, naturally, but Noah can already feel his eyes glazing over and the bedroom around them blurring.]
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It's the part that comes after that really grabs his attention, though, his pupil widening.]
Someone impersonated me? In my own body?! [... oh no. oh Noah.]
What happened to them? Are they— [ok he kinda doubts they're still around considering Noah's vengeance streak, maybe not that] What were they trying to do...? No one else was hurt, were they? Are you okay?
Noah... if my body was taken over, that's not your fault. That isn't something you should even have to worry about! I was the one who left by myself that night... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been so careless. If something happened to you because of me, I—
[he's starting to babble, caught up in his own self-blame. it couldn't have been his fault, but it feels like his fault, and with no breath to run out of his thoughts can just keep going]
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But Noah doesn't even have a name for their unexpected guest. Unless he wants to try to take every soul out of the tree and torment them all individually, he's out of luck for his petty revenge plot.
It sucks. He hates it, simply put. So many nights spent thinking of just how he'd torture this motherfucker only to be reminded that it's an empty hope—]
Amami killed them. [He tries to mask the fury in his voice at that, for Clamor's sake. It doesn't work.] After they burned someone alive and threw them into the pool, and after they apparently tried to take out some more people. They tried to frame the cultists for it all.
[Noah quite nearly did go behead some cultists, but luckily he realised through the haze of agony and ire that the evidence wasn't adding up. He might have taken them all out otherwise.
As for what happened to him... haha. Clamor usually senses if the Moonstone goes off, but Noah has to wonder if he knows. Perhaps Clamor can see, from this angle, the thin self-inflicted scars trailing at random up Noah's arms from all those times he went to the void to decompress.]
When you were... gone, could you still feel the Moonstone rewinding time?
[Guilt passes over his features as he finally bothers to look Clamor in the eye.]
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It's a lot to take in—wanting to ask for more details, who was killed, who else he needs to apologize to—but Noah is already moving on to something else, which at first feels completely unrelated to the previous topic. His eye narrows, confusion throwing him off.]
The moonstone? I could barely tell how much time had passed at all, let alone— [wait] ... Noah, why would the moonstone be rewinding?! Did I—
[is this his fault? was it the person in his body, did Noah get hurt because of him? was it something else? even if it wasn't him, he... if he'd been there, then maybe...]
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he falls quiet for a moment, then... it's all too easy, just like he remembers it.]
... I'm sorry, Noah. [the anxiety in his voice is gone, leaving behind only a calm resignation.] You don't have to tell me everything right now. We can do this later, when you're ready.
You said something about a pool, right? I can't swim like this, but it's been awhile since I've seen anything deeper than a bathroom sink. I want to see it.
[he still feels like a mess... but that's not Noah's fault. he just has to bear it as best he can, and maybe the feeling will go away on its own.]
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Where did May go? It feels like an eternity ago that they hugged at the bottom of the clocktower staircase — where the staircase used to be, anyway, now an elevator desecrated with corpse after corpse — and had an actual heart-to-heart. Noah won't ask if Clamor doesn't trust him enough to talk anymore; it'll only make things worse.]
You didn't do anything. I did it.
[But if Clamor couldn't feel time rewinding, then Noah doesn't have to say anything, right? Which is, frankly, the opposite of productive and the opposite of what he wants — at the end of the day, if they could just be damn honest with each other, he'd consider that a victory, even if they're both crying themselves to sleep every night (as if Clamor's capable of that in the first place). But no. No, neither of them seem capable of even that much, and Noah thinks bitterly that they never will be, going as they are now.
Maybe Clamor will ask about his comments later. For now, Noah climbs down from the top bunk, much as he doesn't want to be anywhere near the pool building. All he wanted that morning was to swim before classes, and then Clamor showed up dead that morning...]
It's this way. [Kill him. Kill him, kill him—] I don't go to it anymore.
[Noah trudges through the dorms, across the courtyard and toward the pool building, and when he pushes the doors open he's immediately hit with a flashback so hard that he quite nearly drops Clamor to the ground. Somehow, somehow that doesn't happen, and when he snaps out of the initial flood of memories thirty seconds later, he manages to take another step and stand near the shallower end of the pool.]
The far end of the pool goes down... I don't know how far down. It's salty down there. [There's your saltwater source, bud.] I swam maybe thirty feet down before I had to come back up. The burned body that the others found in the pool looked like something had eaten it. And...
[Does he say anything... Clamor's just going to feel worse if he knows he asked Noah to come show him where he found his waterlogged corpse that morning. But... secrets aren't meant to be kept between friends, so it's a risk he'll have to take. He's shivering, he already freaked out when they entered, it's a little too late to try to pretend nothing's wrong.]
It's where I found you, too. A week after that.
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Of course, it still doesn't go as planned. He knows that the moment Noah says I don't go to it anymore, when he visibly reacts upon entering the building (Clamor is calling out to him in concern for those thirty seconds, thanks), and if that wasn't obvious enough Noah is kind enough to spell it out for him. How was he supposed to know that's where the body—his body—was found?]
Noah— [sternly, maybe he'll be happy to hear some of the emotion return to Clamor's voice, but he is not pleased] that's enough. We don't have to go here if you don't want to! You could've told me that later without showing it to me, we don't have to do this right now. I can't swim anyway! So if it's making you upset, we can go somewhere else. Please, Noah...
[he knows he's being a hypocrit, but he's frustrated. maybe he needs this, too. maybe... he just wants to have a nice day and pretend everything is fine and normal like before. maybe he doesn't want to spend his first day back watching Noah have panic attacks and cry while he's helpless to do anything about it.]
... It's not that I don't trust you. There's a lot to catch up on, and I'll tell you everything I can remember, but you... no, we've both been through a lot since I left. Is this really how you want to spend our first day back together?
If you really want to talk about this now... we can talk about it. But it's you that I missed while I was gone. I'm happy just to hear your voice again. We can talk about anything you want, we don't have to rush things.
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[He doesn't mean to lash out, but by the El it's too late to take it back, and Noah stops for a moment to hold his head in his hand as if afflicted by a headache. That's not it at all, though, more like if he doesn't dig his palms into his eyes he might start crying again, and that's the last thing he wants to do right at this moment.
Staying in the pool house is the worst idea possible, though, and he's swift to march out, to push open the doors leading to the sunlit courtyard and just sit down against the wall nearby to breathe for a second. Too many heightened emotions right now, too many thoughts in his head, too many loud sounds that aren't actually there and he knows they're not — but he can damn well still hear the shocked gasps of everyone entering the pool that morning and he can still see the way Shuichi looked at him as he handed the spellbook over and he can still feel Sidney's arms wrapped around him while Noah screamed and sobbed.
He's at least coherent enough now to talk through the cacophony only he can hear.]
Sorry, I... I didn't mean to yell at you. Sorry... I'm glad you're back, and I'm glad that we're together again, and I'm just... sorry. I'm happy, I just...
[If he broaches the topic of how many times he tried to die last month, gets it out of the way now, they can recover from it eventually at the risk of ruining their entire first day together. In Noah's mind, if he chooses not to say anything now, he might not ever try, and maybe that's just fine — maybe Clamor can live in ignorant bliss and not know just how many times Noah plunged that knife into his throat.
He's torn, and maybe it shows when he finally brings his head up from his palm and looks off across the courtyard. Wanting to say something versus not wanting to even get started, because wouldn't it be easier?
But what if someone who caught him and his myriad attempts brings it up to Clamor in private? What if Sidney brings up their little grief counselling soiree, what if Stephanie says something, what if Komaeda blabs— uuuugh.]
Sorry, [for the hundredth time,] do you wanna come see where I found your... uh... sickle body? It's kind of funny.
[Quick change the topic]