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🎉 if i celebrate, i want to offer my heartfelt and honest congratulations
Who: Norton Campbell, Nagito Komaeda, and open to anyone who'd be willing to offer Komaeda birthday wishes of their own volition
When: April 28, after class
What: 3rd floor, music room
When: April 28, after class
What: 3rd floor, music room
Arriving
( so, it's like this: nobody likes komaeda.
well, it seems that way a lot of the time, from what norton's observing, and the unfortunate fact of the matter? no matter how absolutely off-his-rocker insane he's been acting, he... well, real or not, he didn't seem to be a bad guy in those memories norton has of him. try as he might, he can't simply act as though they don't exist either. so instead, with a sigh of defeat and an important date that he'd learned in those strange memories in mind, he'll go about collecting those who seem to be... more tolerant (even if that's a generous way to express it) of komaeda lately.
he's already arranged for the most reliable chef he's yet to meet in this school to help by preparing a birthday cake, (and learned quite a bit in the process, actually,) and he's let the others know where they should gather. so, when norton decides it's about time to drag komaeda to the survival club's meeting room for some kind of survival club-related excuse of a reason, there should hopefully already be at least a couple of people there and waiting for them—including one boy holding a white cat who may or may not look a little out of his element.
his voice is soft, but as the cake and the small collection of people he's managed to gather come into view, norton offers a smile. )
Happy birthday.
01.) ♡
( so... how will you greet the birthday boy? tag-ins will be assumed to be for komaeda, unless otherwise indicated! )
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[Moriarty isn't angry or alarmed - but his gaze is intense, blue eyes basically boring holes into Komaeda as he speaks.
There's a pause as he looks around, before quietly grabbing Komaeda's shoulder and attempting to drag him into a vacated, quiet room to talk in a low voice.]
If you are so determined, I would ask that you not kill any of our number. For now - it is much too soon to cause a death to gather the group together, and would be far more likely to cause splintering and arguments.
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( is he ignoring what he said or has he simply forgotten, either way, he seems to focus on what has his attention and that's the way he's brought to a room — he keeps his high energy though, laughing softly once the door closes. he follows moriarty's que, and he lowers his already soft voice to exchange conversation. )
I trust them. ( he says this natural, looking at his hand in thought without a care in the world than into the other's eyes. ) If their hope is strong, they'll be able to avoid getting killed by trash like me.
( that's right, that's how it should work. )
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A Murder done by one of their own is the very last thing they need, in all honesty. It would immediately splinter their collective unity and make people group up in trusted pockets, treating others with suspicion...
While death of their own was, frankly, inevitable - to do it now would ruin everything.
The only thing he could do now was what came naturally - using his words to talk down this walking bomb and defuse him for the moment.]
Ah, I see...but, my dear boy, have you not considered? It is still too early. Acting now would be akin to cutting off the bud before it has the chance to flower - did you not way you wished to see their hopes flower before you? If you are to be the compost to nurture them, you must first give them time to orient themselves - to let their roots take hold.
After all, normal people cannot so easily accept a thing like this. While focusing on breaking out past this situation is the proper goal...Too much of a shakeup, too many nutrients too quickly...well. That could cause the opposite of what you want.
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( considering the murder that's already on their hands, they seem to be pretty fine with the circumstances of working together. none of them have receded back into their shells, and they continue to move forward rather well — it's almost endearing to see, and he should be satisfied with just that. his sickly, pale eyes look from left to right before they go back to moriarty. )
That's why they have no talent, if we were in a room with just Ultimates, I know they'd be able to handle whatever I do.
( they're superior because of the strong hope that they have, and with it, they'd never get set back by someone with a worthless talent like komaeda's. what the other is saying is understandable, but it does make him wonder if they need a little faster push — it's not like it isn't something they've seen before. if they break then they were weak, but if they manage to overcome this little hurdle komaeda makes then there was nothing to worry about. ) Oh, or are you worried about them? I know they're different compared to those you've lead, so you can't expect much out of them.
( he pauses, smiling. )
Is that it?
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That, along with how he treats himself as literal garbage...He has to work carefully around the boy, watch his words.
In a way, it reminds him a bit of Hyde. Dangerous, yes...but also pliable. Willing to listen, if you say the right things, do just the right actions.
So, after a moment - he nods.]
Yes, in a sense. I have worked often with ordinary people, you see - they can only take so much, before hope turns to despair, and they no longer strive - or worse, become destructive in a way that wouldn't foster what you wish.
You, it seems, are much more used to working with more...hardier varieties of human - is that not so? So, you merely lack the gentle touch needed with those who cannot take such intense watering.
[He smiles, extending a hand out to Komaeda his voice gaining that charismatic, beguiling aura to it.
Gentle, fatherly, yet firm.]
If you would like - I could show you. Teach you, even. I have the qualifications, in your own words - I am the man who 'made everyone see Sherlock Holmes as a Symbol of Hope', am I not? That would never have been accomplished without the work of normal people, myself included.
[Most likely, Holmes will suspect he's grooming another lackey, a Moran for this school. But, in truth...he couldn't help but like this boy, just as he couldn't help but admire Hyde's efforts at his own life.
Even though he had to stymie the chaos Komaeda wished to bring in order to secure the safety of his own 'Hope', he could still somewhat support it all the same and make sure the collateral damage stayed at a minimum.]
If that is what you wish....then you need only take my hand.
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moriarty is right, though, because they're so ordinary they wouldn't be able to handle it at the pace that he's used to. that's right, there's a reason why the world is split between the talented and the talentless. they're all a different set of people, and because those who are ordinary are weaker... why did he even think they could handle something like this. it's a shame as he sighs thoughtfully, slowly wrapping the length of the piano's wire around his hand so that he has something to do. )
They really are pathetic... I want to assist them in someway, but if they can't even manage something like me, do they really deserve to live?
( he says that mostly to himself, a little disappointed as he glances off to the side, but it isn't long until he looks back towards moriarty. and yes, komaeda did give him that praise of being the stepping stone for turning sherlock holmes into a symbol of hope, and he still believes that. he's staying put, looking around for a certain something until they fall onto the extended hand that had been there awhile. he must mean what he says if he's willing to keep himself in this position waiting on for komaeda's response. )
You don't need them Moriarty-san, they would slow us down, but it's a shame for me to judge their hope if I haven't seen what they can do. ( and he chuckles, shaking his head afterwards. ) You're right, it's far too soon, they still have this to get through, and I want to see their efforts.
( without thinking, he slowly undoes the wire around his wrist and instead settles it in the his extended hand, not realizing that's where he should put his own. he did this with saihara as well when he held out his hand, but a leash went there instead, but that's a faint memory... ) Here.
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[A gentle childing, but he sounds much more like a teacher - carefully trying to guide him to another point of view.]
It is less of 'deserving' and more that they must come to understand. Your methods are stark - they demand a certain response, but you cannot ask someone not ready for it to be able to provide that.
In time [And he stresses this] they may be able to approach that.
[After that, he merely nods at the conclusion that Komaeda comes to, never moving - until the wire falls into his hand, and he blinks.]
...Hm? Is this your answer, then?
[A hand not being placed there, but the instrument in which he was going to carry out his plan...was it a way of accepting his words? Or was it merely his addled mind telling him to do such a thing?]
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( he points to them now that he's hand them over, and it's only a few that he stole which can probably be fitted back into place... maybe. if not, maya's going to throw a fit, but as long as she doesn't know who did it, it really doesn't matter how they were taken from the piano. )
You said you wanted to play it, right? You'll need them.
( he may have changed the entire topic of the conversation, but it seems that his thoughts are leading him somewhere specific. while he's not going to agree that he's changed his mind, because he probably didn't, he sure will continue a lot so that they don't remain stuck on the same topic. ) I can find something else to use.
( "use"... for what? )
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Despite everything, Moriarty...laughs.
He's someone who can understand the sort of...subterfuge people do. Their attempts to hide their true intentions, or what they're thinking...
...Ah, yes. This boy truly does remind him quite a bit of Mephistopheles.]
Yes, yes...I'll go and replace them, certainly. It will be as if nothing ever happened.
[He holds the wires carefully, like it's something precious.]
Mm, yes...Komaeda? Would you mind doing me a bit of a favor? When you decide to - do what you are planning, could you tell me in advance? So that I will know, of course.
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( it's not him starting an argument, but instead, it's more him curious despite what the books have told him — things could have played differently, and the outcomes could match with the spins off or something. there's various works that comes to the story he's heard of, and it makes him wonder. )
The type of people we are, if we tell everything, wouldn't that ruin the point of why we do these things...
( that's mostly said to himself, but moriarty will surely hear it because of how close they are. komaeda shakes his head as he looks off to the side, and with a hand on his own hip as he manages to keep his smile. )
Because we're the same, you would know when I'm up to something! That's how you managed to spot me just in time!
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[Or did he? He knows his truth, but so much of it was lost, due to Holmes telling his Watson to not reveal some things to the public.
Still, the boy has a point - people like them never tell the truth of what they are doing, keeping their mad schemes to themselves, their true intentions...Though Komaeda is much more forthcoming with his own reasons, at least.
Such a fascinating worldview, and one ful of such sheer chaos.]
And I suppose you also have a point - though, perhaps it is merely your 'luck' at work?
[It's said lightly, but...he's still curious.]
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( if he got caught already without even doing anything, then it's his luck at work that's making things unfortunate. had he been able to get away with his idea, he would have had the piano wire up, and who ever managed to get caught in its trap would just have to figure their way out. it's like falling into the web of a spiders, and the more the struggle the worst it'd cut into their skin. )
...But it doesn't matter if something good will come in the future.
( he sounds positive though, his voice lighthearted as he looks at the other who stares at him. if this is about komaeda's luck still, it works in mysterious ways that he's unable to show the other yet. ) I'm just that unlucky it wouldn't happen now...