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Kiss of Life
Who: Aira, Amami & anyone who hits me up
What: Catch-all
When: November
Where: Around
Warnings: TBA
What: Catch-all
When: November
Where: Around
Warnings: TBA
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natsume told him not to discuss anything with amami, and so he can't help but stare at him, before turning around and walking towards the closet. with his organic hand, he slowly opens the door, walking inside of it as he pushes a few things out the way to look for the cords. )
Cords... Where are the... aha! Ah, no... how unlucky...
( he says, mostly to himself as he takes another step further in... )
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( and he does, 'cause it really is nice of komaeda to help him out like this. he almost feels kind of bad, actually — maybe he really does feel bad. either way, it doesn't stop him from waiting until komaeda's suitably distracted to make his way up to the closet himself, steps quiet as he closes the distance.
and just like that, the door shuts behind komaeda. he can hear the click of a key turning in the lock, and a sheepish voice through the door. )
Ah, sorry — can you hang on a minute?
( it'll only take a minute, he thinks, 'cause he sorted this all out beforehand. there's a desk just to his side, see, that's perfect for giving him the boost he needs to get into the crawl space. well, if he puts an extra chair on it, it is — he needs to be mindful of his rib after all. it's fine though, doesn't take long before amami's able to remove one of those ceiling tiles in the closet, slowly lowering himself so that he can use the shelf as a step-ladder to get back down onto the floor. )
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though, that wasn't his claws at all, and komaeda immediately stops, leaning back up properly as he looks towards the door. did... did he do something? he turns around fully, walking over to the door to reach out with his organic hand, turning the knob results in the door shaking, but not coming undone. he shakes it again, and his heart skips a beat as he can only see light from the bottom of the door — and when he breathes, it feels tight. maybe that's the arm, he told add too before, that it felt tight. it jingles again, and the constant shuffling isn't in his head (or so he thinks), and he's quick to turning back around, directly at the moment feet hit the ground —
...his back hits against the door with a loud thump, eyes widening for a moment — what's he doing? oh, perhaps this is how he wants to kill him? it calms him for a moment though brief, but his prosthetic scratches against the door, leaving marks behind. )
W- What are you doing? ...Kill me? Is that what you want? If you want... that's fine, ahaha... you can kill me in any place, but... you have the key here, it'd be an easy case...
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( for a moment, disbelief flashes through his eyes — surprise that covers his expression, but disappears as quick as it came. of course, that's only natural though. murder a guy once and suddenly nobody's safe, right? amami feels his heart drop to his stomach, expression following suit with something troubled, but... not entirely surprised, either. okay, okay, he knows that maybe he took the least diplomatic route on this one, so maybe he deserves this.
he sighs. )
Nah, but I guess that's a fair assumption to make. ( he... would've liked to think komaeda would know better than to make it, but that's beside the point. )
No need to panic. I wanted to talk to you about something, is all, and I didn't want you to running away to try and dodge the subject. It's just a few minutes, so you'll hear me out, yeah?
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( this could be the moment, and komaeda wouldn't mind it as long as he could help a greater cause, which on one hand causes komaeda's heart to skip a beat, and on the others... it eats at his nerves. closing his eyes, he tries to imagine the darkness in his head than the suffocating closed in walls of the closet that they're in, and when he slowly opens them; they're quick to fall to the ground. there's nothing there, exactly, but he can see the scattered visual snows syndrome within the darkness, and slowly his eyes follow up the length of amami's legs as he continues.
not kill him? that's probably a waste, so if it's not that, one stress overweighs his excitement, and so he has to force himself to calm down, and give a normal expression of practiced happiness. )
I don't have much information if that's what you want.
( he starts, his brows furrowing for a moment to feign displeasure, and with a shake of his head it wipes from his expression completely to a more thoughtful one. he has to make sure to use his organic hand, lifting it to cup his chin in order to dress the action with a visual to show it better. he's flipping through his thoughts to see if anything has stood out recently, but nothing worth noting that would make things interesting for him. information on rokuro seems to only work on an understanding him level, and knowing him, he'd rather no one know about him.
his claws snap together, a soft shing within the darkness. ) Trash like me would fail you in this way...
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Listen, I'm not going to do that. I'm not— ( a murderer is what he wants to say, but the words catch in his throat and he swallows them down. )
I wouldn't hurt you, Komaeda-kun. I really do just want to talk. Last time, you closed the door in my face when I brought it up, remember?
( it wasn't that long ago, but it feels like ages, so who knows. for now, amami will take his step back, lean against one of the shelves in the closet and cross his arms over his chest. )
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he takes a deep breath, but his body still feels tight, like he's soffucating in the space because there's an ultimate. he lifts a hand, placing it over his heart, and the rapid beats make it feel like it'll pop out his chest. )
...I did? Ah, forgive me.
( he's scared, but he's excited, and his hand seems to open and close in an attempt to keep him focused. no matter how many times he does it, he still feels clammy, the sweat that builds up there and he has to wipe it on his shirt to dry his palm. )
Did I say something of interest, I assure you I'm just a normal person compared to you, what about me even garners your attention...
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( but he'll shake his head to dismiss the thought, because they're not here to talk about him. )
You did, actually. You might've forgotten, but it was before, when we were checking out the dorms — you mentioned something about your talent. ( and he tilts his head a bit, looks at komaeda with a look that's curious, inquiring, but not displeased. ) I didn't even know you had one, before that. I wanted to ask about it.
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What do you mean?
( muffled, until he remembers to uncover his mouth, eyes still wide. )
You're an Ultimate, one that craves, and is capable to obtaining it with your own hands...
( besides, the video said amami wanted that anyway, and komaeda finds himself taking another step back even though he's already pressed up against the door. he doesn't mind dying by his hands, he doesn't feel despair from him, but a generous amount of hope &mash; even his talent is beautiful, one who can keep going among many. if this was his way to survive by removing komaeda, then it's fine to help that sort of hope. )
It's... not even a talent, I'm sorry I gave you the wrong idea.
( his breath shaky, the room feels so small. ) ...
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... )
Alright, how about we try this from the top. Introductions. You tell me about yourself, and I'll tell you about me.
( he'll give an open-palmed gesture. inviting, he thinks. )
I'm pretty sure there's been a misunderstanding somewhere along the line here, so I can tell you what kind of hope I really have if you're willing to tell me about your talent. Sound fair?
( he thinks so. it's even, and he thinks it might make a good enough offer if he sells it as being about that hope that komaeda is always so set on. )
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( he starts, there's so much he could start with himself here — nagito komaeda, class 1-d, holder of about 17 tallies. but if he has to explain himself back home, that's a different story, one that he doesn't know would put him in a good light, but people know he's not a good person, and so he can't be disappointed if amami looks at him differently. he shouldn't think about it, but since he's mentioning his hope in exchange for komaeda's talent, he guesses he could make the trade, even if he doesn't want to. )
...I have the same mediocre talent, there's nothing promising about it.
( not too many people know about his talent, only those who has listened to him complain, and then he'd hide it with something else like a more interesting conversation. ) Hope's Peak Academy... bestowed upon me a title because...
( even saying it puts a sour taste in his mouth, looking to the side concerned if something may go wrong, and even in the dark he thinks he's seeing things move, which causes him to inch away to the side just in case. )
I'm lucky...
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( imagine this man talking about how lucky everything is in every conversation at you and you just think "haha yep!" and move on and then interrogate him about his talent and it's luck. insane. he has to laugh it off, really — not necessarily because he wants to make light of something that komaeda is so reluctant about, but more that he needs to put his own nerves at ease. it's a topic he knows he needs to touch on with komaeda after all, but that doesn't make it an easy one for him to talk about now that it's his turn. )
Oh, but it does sound like an interesting talent! If you're okay with it, I might ask about it later. For now, well, uh...
( he did catch one part that's a bit off to him, but it's not fair to keep interrogating without offering anything in return. so, with a smile half-apologetic. )
I guess that my "title" is Ultimate Survivor, but my talent's still up in the air.
( he's not taking this one. he doesn't want it. )
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( considering amami has finally realized it just by the end of komaeda's explanation, it goes to show that the talent in particular was never interesting. should he be sad about it, or maybe a little disappointed? no, it validates him that there's nothing about him that's worth noting to an ultimate, even for someone as aware as amami... even he was unable. it adds onto the weight of how incompetent komaeda can be, and he looks away with his hands wrapped around his waist, and claws digging into his side, but he know than to let it tear his clothes. )
...I know, I've seen the video. Forgive me for not telling you sooner, hm... it wasn't my story to tell.
( he tries to keep his eyes on amami, slightly uncomfortable for the other's curiosity about his talent later, but that's not how it works. )
You have an excellent talent, I only know one person who could match it, but he's not that sort of person, anymore.
( ultimate hope, the keeper of every talent, he too would have something like it, and it'd make sense how he's able to stay alive. there's so many ways to take that title, but the sort of skill it has, it's amazing. so while he's met the talent before, he's never seen it given to one singular person. ) ...Ultimate Survivor, no wonder you managed to survive.
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( he really is curious! but he also doesn't want to leave this misunderstanding hanging for any longer than it has to, so there's a heavy sigh as he crosses his arms over his chest. he shakes his head, glancing off to the side. )
You can't really be too impressed with mine either. After all, I did a pretty awful job of surviving in the end.
( which should tell komaeda more than enough about the reason for amami's doubt in this supposed "talent", but he'll look up, try to meet komaeda's eyes properly once more as he continues. )
Komaeda-kun, I know you saw the video, but do you mind if I ask you how you think I survived?
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( it's like how komaeda's luck prevents him from dying, yet here he is in purgatory, but perhaps that's just his luck as well. the other wouldn't know that because he isn't aware of the full context that makes komaeda's luck so lucky. yet, there's so many ways that could represent the way the other survived, but if he's mentioning the video, does he mean making it to the end and then requesting an entire new killing game? )
You killed, or you avoided dying. It's simple as that to make to the end of a killing game, as long as the Blackened isn't found, if they get away with it... they live.
( just a sparknotes version, that's all. )
Monokuma, no... Enoshima-san betrays you. ( well, the option people search for is never properly given to them. )
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( at least, that's what it sounds like, with the emphasis komaeda places on it. it stings, not gonna lie, but amami takes it in stride. gives a little huff and carries on like it's just fine with him. )
I don't know who Enoshima-san is, but yeah, I guess you could say Monokuma betrayed me. The mastermind did anyway — broke their own rules just to take me out of the game. ( and it's one he's probably going to be endlessly pissed about now that he knows why that happened in the first place. but focus, he has to focus; he's talking about this for a reason. ) That's the game I remember though. The one before that, I don't... I don't think I was the blackened. "Avoided dying", like you said, that's probably the better way to describe it.
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( that means someone must have really looked up to him, was willing to die in place of amami so he could live as the final and last count. though, there's an air about the video that makes komaeda hum, a hand brought to his chin as he looks down at the ground for a brief moment. )
The you in the video said... he wanted this, confirming that it was your decision. ( he pauses, closing his eyes, and he clears his throat. )
Amami-kun, what do you know of Monokuma? Of it's owner... ( it doesn't sound unlike enoshima, breaking her own rules, changing her rules. ) That, and how did she break them? Well, how did you know it was the mastermind?
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Next to nothing, if I'm honest with you. Right now, I can only make guesses, but... I do know that they broke the rules of the game.
( though he does tilt his head some, looking at komaeda with something searching in his eyes. )
How do you know the mastermind was a "she"?
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( he starts, trying to calm himself down as he thinks on it. )
...During the first, second, and third killing game, it's always been her. Even after she died, she was still able to toy with my classmates, too.
( komaeda clears his throat as he thinks back through the black book, having met her in person, and everything else when it came to that female specifically. she's always been the mastermind that would bring despair, and if not, she would use her sister to play the role if no one else would. )
I've met her, I've seen her, and she's why the world suffers from despair — the one and only who caused such a disgusting tragedy. ( he grinds his teeth as he continue, thinking on the all the problems she's caused, and he scoffs right after that rolling his eyes hurts. his claws clink together in irritation, while the organic raises to rub at his forehead. ) I hate her. ( and yet, at one point, he loved her which makes his heart sink low to his stomach, that he feels the need to bite his tongue so that he doesn't throw up. )
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( and he doesn't look too pleased about the fact, exhaling heavy through gritted teeth as he looks down at the floor, thinking hard to try to piece his scraps together. )
What "tragedy"? And who is "she"? And are you saying you know about the killing game that I was in before?
( the first, the second, the third killing games — it really is a pattern, and any one of them could have been the one that amami had found himself in before his memories were wiped. but it still... doesn't make sense. just how much did they forget? there was a tragedy, right? it puts a sense of deep unease in him, not to be familiar with his own history, not only on a personal level, but in not understanding the realities of the world around him either. but he takes a deep breath, looks up to meet komaeda's eyes. first things first: start with the beginning. what he assumes would be the beginning. )
... Hey, Komaeda-kun, does the term "Ultimate Hunt" ring a bell to you?
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( he emphasizes as if it's meant to ring bells, but amami should know this, it's basic knowledge of how the world turns back home — especially if he knows monokuma, especially if he joined in a killing game. it's common sense at this point, that's what people are afraid of, what makes despair the frightening knowing it could destroy the world like that in one fell swoop. )
...And no details of killing games, but you're my junior, aren't you, Amami-kun? I've only seen two, heard of three, but you don't seem like someone who could make it on the student council... so the first couldn't be yours.
( is he saying amami's not smart or amami's not that type of person? who knows, but komaeda's taking a deep breath to calm himself down while inside. it's starting to feel stuffy, he thinks. he pauses, brow raised at the question asked of him though — ultimate hunt? it doesn't ring any bells, even as he tries to figure out what that could be. )
...It doesn't. ( he lifts a hand to his chin, curling his fingers around as he ponders. )
The name suggests hunting Ultimates, but... hm... ( his voice lowers, mumbling to himself. ) A ragtag group like Ultimate Despair...?
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( damn. he'd been hoping that maybe, maybe he'd have possibly met someone with some answers. now that he's really thinking it over though, he's kicking himself at the same time. saihara, ouma — either of them probably could have told him what it was. they'd both survived longer than he had after all, would probably be able to share with ease what any of those missing memories the note claimed were. for now, all he can do is grimace and move forward with what he does have to work with. )
Thought it'd be your tragedy, since I've never heard of that either. Maybe they'd be connected somehow, yeah? But I guess that isn't the case.
( anyway, he'll let komaeda slide for that student council point, if only because amami does not attend enough class out here to be picked for something like that. )
Sorry, I'm getting kinda off-track here, huh. Point is that I'm pretty sure I didn't win the killing game the way you think I did. I wanted to win against the Mastermind, not my classmates, and I had to take a rematch because it ended in a draw.
( and he's going to keep telling himself and everybody else this until if and when it can be proven wrong beyond a shadow of a doubt. )
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( the simulation? he was out of commission in the real world, but that's not a story he wants to tell so he waves it off. )
Monokuma is a close accomplice of mine when I was part of the game, and there's a way to get to the end without killing — avoiding every twist and turn, and by the end... perhaps someone killed themselves for your goal, especially if it was to make it end. A kind motive...
( but he failed it since he's here, and komaeda knows how the end of his killing game went, but enoshima never truly dies, he thinks. despite what monomi did to ensure that the mastermind couldn't thrive, what are the chances that something happened after he left? the time discrepancy is real, which, he clears his throat. )
A draw? Is that something your video said, I remember it from start to finish, but... ( he scoffs. ) Tell me the terms of the Mastermind's "Draw".
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( he repeats the words slowly, a cautious look in his eyes as he searches komaeda's expression for an explanation, but... mm, well, it's something he can mark down to ask more into later. for now, he's more concerned with the fact that the apparent killing game expert of their school doesn't seem to recognize either of his. there's a grimace, and he supposes that it must have been after komaeda's. but then... wouldn't he have heard about those first, second, and third games?
difficult questions, and in the end there's one for him to answer as well. )
Easy, you make it down to the last two players. ( whether the mastermind is included in that number or not, he doesn't know. as far as he figures: )
If you catch every blackened and succeed in every trial, but you don't manage to identify the mastermind, the the game would end — but you wouldn't win. The win condition is that you have to get away with killing another player. There's nothing saying you'd be able to leave the grounds of the killing game at that point, and if you did want to get out, you would need to break the tie somehow. You would need a rematch.
( and his past self took that rematch, is what he's trying to argue. )
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( rematch is quite the odd choice, especially for enoshima because that would be repetitive and boring, she would mix it up in any way that she could. he knows her enough, fell in love with her, at one point understood how her brain worked because even he wanted to make a newer version of her. silent, komaeda leans against the door, legs crossed as pale green eyes glance down towards the floor. perhaps he can calm down no matter how worrisome he's feeling with an ultimate so close in a locked space. )
...Amami-kun, the Mastermind has always shown herself, well, the one that I know — but she's the start of why the world is decaying, and why despair leaks into the soil. She died, and survived, despair having the ability to transcend death...I hate her... I hate her... I hate her... I hatehatehatehate her...
( he repeats, biting his tongue on the third by accident, and he flinches with blood pooling into his mouth — he swallows thickly, fingers clutching tight and his fist bangs against the door. he forgets how to breathe, so he gasps for air right after. he thinks about what did enoshima promise them, and he recalls a "repeat," where everyone stays on the island, accepting their losses, and no one would have to return to a world where they had destroyed it. the truth, a horrifying truth that they'd live, and everyone else puppets. )
Was a "rematch" on the Mastermind's terms, or a request you asked for by winning the game? Your video said you "asked" for this, so I wonder how many choices were placed before you?
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