network: n.yashiro, 04/12

[mermaidcursed]

could someone please take a look at the clocktower? i can't explain why just yet but it's important.

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so we back in the mine

[necrophily]

[ dito vaguely hears sara and midori talking.

he considers getting up. he even starts to, hands pressing against the floor as he starts to sit upright—

—before he ultimately decides it's too much trouble for him. it's with a laugh that he relaxes his muscles, falling back onto the floor. the back of his head hits said floor, but he doesn't seem to care. he's already beaten up and covered in blood, so there's no reason to worry. ]

Ah-hahahahaha—

[ and now his mouth is coated with blood, fresh blood from sara's neck herself. he only starts laughing to himself as he spreads his arms out, looking up at the ceiling with a dazed expression. his eyes are dilated, and he is most certainly not cognizant. just as midori said. ]

got our pickaxe swinging from side to side

[antitoxin]

As long as you work along with me properly, then I'll help you.

[ he helped you once, he can help twice, but that'll cost. his love is given freely, but his assistance must be bought or negotiated. nothing different from ranger's way of making midori move and work like needed, to avoid the one patient trapped in an endless dream all because ranger stated what's his cannot be bothered by midori. the same goes for dito, in a way, it's his belonging so he can stay the disciples hand with a few short clicks, and if there's violence, then midori's able to come out unscathed.

as for sara who is 100% human, her wounds are different from his. ]

Mmm, if you comply, I bet he'll show his little prize that he gained from his night foraging...

[ dito's attached to it, and though he's in a daze at the moment laughing hysterically, he might be willing to fall back into routine of playing with his severed arm like a dog playing with a bone. the threat to dito's head brings a laugh to bubble up from midori's throat— she may try, but has she ever seen a body stand up after getting shot between the eyes? it'd be just like out of those scary movies! ]

Isn't that right, Dito? [ to sara: ] Now sit. You can watch and question him from a distance.

[ he pats the back of the Egg Swivel Chair™, waiting for sara to take a seat. ]

[samuraiwomen]

[ With a single trembling hand she touches it...the chair... the one she's wanted since she snooped in Shin's memories and learned he stole a really creepy room from Midori, but it had a good chair and a cute cat toy and they're both really into Gundam anime, if that will ever be relevant in her discussions with either.

It's a terrible day but at least sitting down lets her regain a little composure. None of this panicked babbling she's sure the two men in the room would love to hear. She can think about this logically, if she has a moment. ]

Hnnn...

[ She tilts her head at Midori and Dito in turn. ]

You're both terrible... but fine. Lets all help eachother. You can fix Dito, I'll answer your questions, and he can lie there and do nothing but be very nice and polite... Then we can all solve this awful murder in time for the pop quiz I have on Monday.

[necrophily]

[ dito blinks at the ceiling a while longer, whatever they're saying not really processing fully for the most part. yadda, yadda, yadda, of course sara wants to know what's going on and who knows what the fuck midori wants. the muscles in his neck stretch presently as he has his neck back like this, eyes half-lidded almost like he's getting bored. but he's just high.

— he sits up abruptly as soon as something pops in his brain, and it's the prize. now he's feeling a little paranoid, scrambling up and moving to one of his knees with both hands on the floor all of a sudden like he might get up. he doesn't yet, though. his eyes are wide, and his pupils are still blown, but he's steady and still for now. ]

What if she takes it?

[ ... he's so out of it. ]