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yogen2022-01-19 09:50 am
cloversandcranes) wrote in yogen2022-01-19 09:50 am
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Ah shit, here we go again.
Who: Ishimaru, Komaeda, anyone else
When: January 12th/several days after the invesigation and the discussion that came with it.
What: Makoto finally asks about Kirigiri's and his past fates (maybe even coming clean with his own past) as he struggles with his own demons. Also trying to understand what is happening here at this school since he's new.
Warnings: Talk of deaths from the far and close past. Flashbacks of gruesome murders from the killing game and his experience with the post Tragedy world. Suicidal thoughts and urges with survivor's guilt galore. Danganronpa spoilers everywhere.
The truth always comes out eventually... (Closed to Ishimaru)
[Makoto couldn't ignore it anymore. Ishimaru's reluctance to talk about his past encounters with their friends here, those creepy paintings in the common room...It was all too much for him to ignore anymore. Especially after the investigations and the talk corresponding to it.
So after everyone went their own ways, Makoto followed Ishimaru to their room for the day and waited till they were alone to ask.]
What happened to me? The me that was here before.
Please forgive me, I've got demons in my head. (TW: Dark thoughts such as suicidal thoughts and urges. Hallucinations caused by grief. And just general sadness and helplessness.)
[Several days after the investigation, Makoto found himself on the roof again, alone this time with only the memories of what happened here to keep him company. He didn't know what lead him to return to the roof of all places but he needed space from everything. Even being in a past crime scene was better than dealing with people right now.
His mind was still reeling from all the information he had gained these last couple of days. What happened to his past self, the murders that happened and keep happening here...everything. Why was this happening to everyone? Why was he here?
Sighing in tired resignment, he sat on the edge of the roof and stared at view of the courtyard and beyond below him. How did he get here? After everything, dying and appearing here...He supposed it made sense. After all, what better way for him to reflect on his mistakes than put him in another horrible situation? He deserved it even.
But...could he go through all this again? All the pain and death? The betrayals? Everything he had been fighting to stop before he came here. He didn't have much of a choice in any case, with him being here at this school.
The more he looked down, the more the world seemed to shift around him. He could almost feel Owada and Kuwata at his side as they had done the day they had convinced him to play hooky with them. Kuwata's delighted laughter and words mixed with his dying screams at his execution. The urge to just move closer to the edge was impossible to resist, making him inch closer to the edge of the roof.
Some part of him was yelling at him to back away from the edge and go back inside but the whispers of his dead classmates were simply too enticing for him to listen. Hearing Celeste's refined giggle as she teased their friends, Owada cheering on Fujisaki as they worked together...the sounds of their happy days at Hope's Peak. Ishimaru reprimanding Kuwata for not keeping up with his studies...It felt all so real. What he woud give to go back to that time.
He blinked for a moment and he saw someone walk in the courtyard. They were talking with someone else and had blue hair. It couldn't be, could it? But when the person turned around turned around, he saw the face of Maizono Sayaka, alive and smiling at him. Seeing it so clearly at this distance should have been impossible but the sight of her angelic face blocked out his mind screaming at him to leave.
She waved at him eagerly and motioned for him to come join her. Suddenly the distance between them didn't seem that vast, only a hop and skip away. He could just jump down there, couldn't he? It woudln't hurt and he would be with her again. With all their friends...Suddenly all of their friends were down there too beckoning him to come down. Yells of encouragement filled his mind as he conteplated it.
If someone walks to the roof and enter the scene, they will see Makoto staring down at the courtyard in a distant but yearning expression. He had moved to the edge till his legs dangled off the roof. He might be okay but do you want to risk that chance?]
Not quite friends but not quite strangers (Closed to Komaeda)
[After his hallucinations on the roof and the subsequential talk after, he had rushed off to find someone who could help calm the raging storm of thoughts in his head. He wasn't going to talk about his recent experience on the roof, nor his almost diasterous moment of weakness. He just needed someone who could understand what he was going through. Someone he knew and trusted.
Also his situation here made him worry about the remnants he had sworn to protect. He knew Hinata and Komaeda were here for some reason so something must have happened to them. He hadn't seen Hinata since he arrived but he had seen Komaeda. He just hoped he could talk to him alone.
After a while of searching, he was relieved to find his upperclassman alone on the third floor. What he was doing there wasn't important right now. He just needed to talk to him.]
K-Komaeda-kun? Can I talk to you?
Now I need questions...Now! Answers! I think you mean answers. (Network Post)
Hello everyone. My name is Naegi Makoto, a newcomer of this school. If you're wondering why I'm messaging people now instead of when I arrived, it's simply becuause I cannot sit idle anymore.
I had hoped that this place wasn't as dangerous as I was lead to believe, naively hoping that things would settle down. But after everything that has happened recently...I can't hide from the truth anymore.
I need to know everything that has happened here in the past. And I would like to know about theories of the history of this place and how to escape from here. Anything really...I just need to catch up with things here.
When: January 12th/several days after the invesigation and the discussion that came with it.
What: Makoto finally asks about Kirigiri's and his past fates (maybe even coming clean with his own past) as he struggles with his own demons. Also trying to understand what is happening here at this school since he's new.
Warnings: Talk of deaths from the far and close past. Flashbacks of gruesome murders from the killing game and his experience with the post Tragedy world. Suicidal thoughts and urges with survivor's guilt galore. Danganronpa spoilers everywhere.
The truth always comes out eventually... (Closed to Ishimaru)
[Makoto couldn't ignore it anymore. Ishimaru's reluctance to talk about his past encounters with their friends here, those creepy paintings in the common room...It was all too much for him to ignore anymore. Especially after the investigations and the talk corresponding to it.
So after everyone went their own ways, Makoto followed Ishimaru to their room for the day and waited till they were alone to ask.]
What happened to me? The me that was here before.
Please forgive me, I've got demons in my head. (TW: Dark thoughts such as suicidal thoughts and urges. Hallucinations caused by grief. And just general sadness and helplessness.)
[Several days after the investigation, Makoto found himself on the roof again, alone this time with only the memories of what happened here to keep him company. He didn't know what lead him to return to the roof of all places but he needed space from everything. Even being in a past crime scene was better than dealing with people right now.
His mind was still reeling from all the information he had gained these last couple of days. What happened to his past self, the murders that happened and keep happening here...everything. Why was this happening to everyone? Why was he here?
Sighing in tired resignment, he sat on the edge of the roof and stared at view of the courtyard and beyond below him. How did he get here? After everything, dying and appearing here...He supposed it made sense. After all, what better way for him to reflect on his mistakes than put him in another horrible situation? He deserved it even.
But...could he go through all this again? All the pain and death? The betrayals? Everything he had been fighting to stop before he came here. He didn't have much of a choice in any case, with him being here at this school.
The more he looked down, the more the world seemed to shift around him. He could almost feel Owada and Kuwata at his side as they had done the day they had convinced him to play hooky with them. Kuwata's delighted laughter and words mixed with his dying screams at his execution. The urge to just move closer to the edge was impossible to resist, making him inch closer to the edge of the roof.
Some part of him was yelling at him to back away from the edge and go back inside but the whispers of his dead classmates were simply too enticing for him to listen. Hearing Celeste's refined giggle as she teased their friends, Owada cheering on Fujisaki as they worked together...the sounds of their happy days at Hope's Peak. Ishimaru reprimanding Kuwata for not keeping up with his studies...It felt all so real. What he woud give to go back to that time.
He blinked for a moment and he saw someone walk in the courtyard. They were talking with someone else and had blue hair. It couldn't be, could it? But when the person turned around turned around, he saw the face of Maizono Sayaka, alive and smiling at him. Seeing it so clearly at this distance should have been impossible but the sight of her angelic face blocked out his mind screaming at him to leave.
She waved at him eagerly and motioned for him to come join her. Suddenly the distance between them didn't seem that vast, only a hop and skip away. He could just jump down there, couldn't he? It woudln't hurt and he would be with her again. With all their friends...Suddenly all of their friends were down there too beckoning him to come down. Yells of encouragement filled his mind as he conteplated it.
If someone walks to the roof and enter the scene, they will see Makoto staring down at the courtyard in a distant but yearning expression. He had moved to the edge till his legs dangled off the roof. He might be okay but do you want to risk that chance?]
Not quite friends but not quite strangers (Closed to Komaeda)
[After his hallucinations on the roof and the subsequential talk after, he had rushed off to find someone who could help calm the raging storm of thoughts in his head. He wasn't going to talk about his recent experience on the roof, nor his almost diasterous moment of weakness. He just needed someone who could understand what he was going through. Someone he knew and trusted.
Also his situation here made him worry about the remnants he had sworn to protect. He knew Hinata and Komaeda were here for some reason so something must have happened to them. He hadn't seen Hinata since he arrived but he had seen Komaeda. He just hoped he could talk to him alone.
After a while of searching, he was relieved to find his upperclassman alone on the third floor. What he was doing there wasn't important right now. He just needed to talk to him.]
K-Komaeda-kun? Can I talk to you?
Now I need questions...Now! Answers! I think you mean answers. (Network Post)
Hello everyone. My name is Naegi Makoto, a newcomer of this school. If you're wondering why I'm messaging people now instead of when I arrived, it's simply becuause I cannot sit idle anymore.
I had hoped that this place wasn't as dangerous as I was lead to believe, naively hoping that things would settle down. But after everything that has happened recently...I can't hide from the truth anymore.
I need to know everything that has happened here in the past. And I would like to know about theories of the history of this place and how to escape from here. Anything really...I just need to catch up with things here.
What bastard did he find this time lol
Ignoring the whispers of discontent the ghosts in his head spoke, he shook his head at Dito and offered a polite smile.]
Sorry but that show isn't going to happen. Sorry to disappoint you.
[He tried not to shake as thoughts of what could have done flashed in his head. He couldn't-No. He wouldn't leave Ishimaru just as they found each other again.]
...Do you come here often?
a necrophile sadist dwbi
God, you types always pull this "I wanna live!" crap right at the last second, huh?
[ he mutters that almost to himself in a rhetorical manner, rather than making a direct statement toward naegi. but it's very clearly loud enough for the other to hear.
it's when the other shakes his head and looks like of empty behind those eyes that dito finds himself interested again. ]
I might. It's a nice spot, yeah?
[ he shrugs nonchalantly, at least before reaching out with a hand in a gesture toward the other. ]
Show me your wrist.
...Oh no!
...It is.
[Looking at the scenery in the distance, he was interrupted from his thoughts by Dito's request.]
...My wrist? Why?
[Still, he offered the other his wrist, staring curiously at Dito as he waited.]
no subject
[ dito rolls his eyes, tapping with the hand he isn't holding out against his own (albeit sleeved) wrist. ]
Don't tell me you haven't noticed. How new are you?
[ but if the other's offering his hand, then dito's definitely going to grab his forearm, moving to shove naegi's sleeve up so he can look at the other's skin tags. ]
... Six?
[ he doesn't sound too impressed. his lip curls slightly before he scoffs, practically throwing naegi's wrist back at him. ]
No wonder you wanna jump.