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narumin rescue squad
Participants: Clamor, Hanako(npc), Helena, Hikaru(npc), Komaeda, Lucifer, Sara, Shin
Location: Sun 4
Date: ??? nebulously October
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Location: Sun 4
Date: ??? nebulously October
(ooc notes: I will state any possible content warnings in the subject line of the mod response when it comes up. If anything makes you uncomfortable, please tell me so I can back off and refocus the thread.
There will be no tag order, and a mod response will come whenever there's a good point to move the thread along. Please note this means that if you're absent for a day or more, the thread will move on, but I will pace things so that people aren't missing large plot beats.)
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I've been in the room the whole time, but I can't speak freely with my current circumstances. It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Helena.
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[ Hikaru here looking like they reaaaaally want to give Clamor a hug, but I also need to establish that their soul looks like a punk, this may or may not ever be relevant ]
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( he's going to reach out with his one peculiar hand, and the urge to tug the fabric comes to mind, but he doesn't... he's simply complacent with the fact that he's managed to grab it, despite seeing how it was trying to get away from him. the sharp nails of his hand dig into the scarf, though, as if bonds are deeper depending on how far you dig your nails into open wounds.
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he feels pretty disgusted with himself after the fact though, and releases shin's scarf. he walks over to where his little group happen to be, standing next to hikaru so they can both look like thugs together... )
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[manners immediately coming back, even though she's not quite sure how you greet someone that was definitely dead.]
I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were right there.
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[and he sees that look Hikaru is giving him... he's just gonna ruffle their hair affectionately before everyone starts splitting up. having hands is fantastic.] It's good to see you from this angle again, too!
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[yes, this is a bit cheery for the subject, but she can roll with it. if they're all souls right now, what's the difference between an object body or a physical one?]
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[Despite, you know, all the physical differences... Komaeda feels the same and... dread fills him and his eyes at the undercurrent threat lying beneath the use of his name, the little reminder of the Damocles sword Komaeda holds over him; at the same time the length of scarf in Komaeda's hand just goes limp, as if once more inanimate fabric.
The half of his face buried and hidden in the middle of it is a wince. He can feel that, the nails digging into the fabric, somehow, just like he can somehow feel Helena returning the other scarf-hand's squeeze; it loosens a little, less desperately constricting, but doesn't let go, and Shin resigns himself to both fates.
After an eon, Komaeda lets go, relief fills Shin, and that dangling end of scarf slowly picks itself up like a limb waking up from pins and needles.]
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[ Sara's soul self is not anything flashy. She's in casual clothes, a white sweater and a billowing pair of brown pants and a pair of extremely pink shoes that are totally at odds with how nice the rest of the outfit looks.
She gives Clamor a big hug, totally beating Hikaru to the punch, sorry! ]
Splitting up is fine...but can I go with you, then? I..I know we've been talking but there's so much I feel like I want to say face to face!
[ Perhaps...he needs. A gentle shoulder punch, after the hug. You know the one she gave to that imposter. ]
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Tick tock, we'd better get going! Everybody bring back some fun souvenirs for when we see each other again!
[ Hanako himself looks no different, it's him in his cape, one hitodama floating over his chest while the other leaves his side to hover over Hikaru's head. ]
Use that if you need me for anything, okay? I'll be over in a flash!
[ Tick tock tick tock... nothing to do but to choose a door and open it. The one immediately to their left rumbles a little with a quiet roar, while the one on the right ...goes tick tock tick tock. ]
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komaeda then PUSHES them inside since they have no choice in the matter. he trusts them obviously, this was a great plan by yours truly. )
Goto-kun chose our door, so let's go!
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[Six wings just kind of... flutter. Is he pleased that things went his way? Yeah.]
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[ Hanako stop ruining the moment. But whatever, fine! If Lucifer and Komeada want to go behind the scarier door…Sara feels an unexpected stab of pity for whatever is roaring. Both of them at once, that reminds her. ]
Sou, come with us. The four of us can handle the clock sounding door! [ Helena can come too if she wants to avoid the insane people…but Sara has to honor her promise to protect Sou first! No being alone with murderers! ]
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she squeezes the scarf hand one more time for resolve.]
Stay alert, and be careful.
[come back intact. this applies to everyone. only then does she let go, and walks through the door after Lucifer. they can do this - they have to.]
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Come back safe, okay? [that goes for all of them, so like... please don't leave Komaeda and Helena for dead, thanks demon husband.
gently extracting himself from Sara's hug to lead her and "Sou" to their chosen door hell yeah let's gooooooo]
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You too. Let's not have a repeat incident, shall we?
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...You should take your own advice, Helena.
[In Shin land they don't say 'please come back safe, I'm worried for you' they say something vague and kind of rude and I think that's beautiful. The scarf grips back, winding further up Helena's wrist... then slips from her in coils as she walks away, hovering in the air where it ends. He spends a moment staring at the roaring door she just vanished into, hand at the fabric around his neck, then turns his head and himself to Sara and Clamor, following behind to the ominously ticking door as the scarf ends shake themselves back to an idle position with a cat's-tail flick.]
R-right... let's go.
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