Noah Ebalon (𝕷𝖎𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗) (
silentabyss) wrote in
yogen2022-04-09 09:43 pm
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[CLOSED] do you ever wanna talk about your feelings
Who: Noah & Nene
What: Discussions of murder and stuff
When: April 12th, couple hours after the discovery of The Bodies
Where: ☾ 3
Warnings: Sad Noah hours. Usual case of poor mental health, mentions of gore, general Noah anxiety, probably Nene anxiety
[Maybe a few hours after Noah sends Nene that network comment about how he's too busy to check the clock tower, she'll get another one that simply reads:]
hey nene can you come to our room
[...and nothing else after that, and any messages asking after him will be met with silence. When Nene makes it to their room, Noah is visibly shaking and trying to steel himself, pacing around the room with his hands covered in blood of various colours. He has one of his notebooks tucked under his arms, pencil slid through the bindings. If Nene looks at their room carefully, she'll notice that weird blue potion he normally has on his shelf is gone, like he might've used it. On his desk, though, is a bunch of stuff that definitely wasn't there before.
He doesn't notice her come in, having left the door open and having his back to it; the glowing-blue spirit of Clamor floats around Noah in what is presumably worried little dad circles up until Nene arrives, at which point there's a loose attempt to get Noah's attention that fails because he's too busy pacing.]
What: Discussions of murder and stuff
When: April 12th, couple hours after the discovery of The Bodies
Where: ☾ 3
Warnings: Sad Noah hours. Usual case of poor mental health, mentions of gore, general Noah anxiety, probably Nene anxiety
[Maybe a few hours after Noah sends Nene that network comment about how he's too busy to check the clock tower, she'll get another one that simply reads:]
hey nene can you come to our room
[...and nothing else after that, and any messages asking after him will be met with silence. When Nene makes it to their room, Noah is visibly shaking and trying to steel himself, pacing around the room with his hands covered in blood of various colours. He has one of his notebooks tucked under his arms, pencil slid through the bindings. If Nene looks at their room carefully, she'll notice that weird blue potion he normally has on his shelf is gone, like he might've used it. On his desk, though, is a bunch of stuff that definitely wasn't there before.
He doesn't notice her come in, having left the door open and having his back to it; the glowing-blue spirit of Clamor floats around Noah in what is presumably worried little dad circles up until Nene arrives, at which point there's a loose attempt to get Noah's attention that fails because he's too busy pacing.]

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his anemonies. how he helped, in quiet, little ways. would he return? if he did- would he remember them? she's scared. she's scared and tired of this and tired of noah being the one to find this sort of thing- )
I'm sorry- I'm sorry.... W-we'll figure this out though, a-and I'm gonna be with you...
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I don't know if they... if they got in a fight, or what happened — Komaeda was covered in injuries that only Add can inflict and I know that because of the time we fought—
[The times Add killed him during the practicum, not once but twice, the searing pain of having foreign and strange objects embedded in flesh and the mental anguish that comes with a friend murdering you; and Noah, sweet Noah, had been so swift to forgive and reach out and try to understand.
For a brief moment, he thinks he might've tried to save the wrong person — one healing potion, one life to save, two bodies before him — because in a way, Komaeda is just as despicable as the rest of them. Yet, Noah's perceptions are clouded; everyone kills here, everyone besides Nene it seems, and for all his ire at all of Komaeda's and Add's actions both, he'd spend an eternity trying to understand and help them if he could.
Now, he feels that he won't get the chance to ever truly understand one of them.]
It's... I know it's not my fault, but I'm the one who told Add to go talk to Komaeda earlier in the month, and...
[And clearly he unknowingly sent Add off to go die. He wonders why he even bothers.]
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But... Dito's basically confessed... on the network.
( fucking dito. something isn't adding up at all-
but more important than that fucker by far is the boy in front of her, who even though he says otherwise is blaming himself. it's not fair to him. he was trying to help. it- it isn't fair and nene can feel herself tearing up for- for add and komaeda and especially for noah.
its not fair.
nene clings just a little bit tighter, sniffling quietly. )
H-he had to have done something- I know it-
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and Wolfiedid not check the network. He hasn't had time, really, given everything that happened — his messages to Nene were sent rapidly, in a panicked state, and the last one he sent to her to call her here got his PDA covered in sticky blood.His face contorts from sadness and despair to rage and disgust within moments, fury akin to a wild beast's.]
Are you— of course he did.
[He doesn't mean to snap at Nene, but he breaks their hug to go pace again. When he killed Hyde, he had never quite felt justification for his actions, even if Hyde was a serial killer and a danger to them all — perhaps because of the circumstances surrounding it.
Dito, though, is someone Noah thinks he could kill without remorse — if only he could find an opening, time to do so...
Thoughts of vengeance for all of Dito's wrongs — killing Shuichi and Rika, hurting Amami and probably countless others, for possibly bringing Komaeda and Add to harm — fill his heart to the brim and spill over. He would gladly become like the people he hates the most if it means taking out the biggest threat here.]
I'm going to kill him.
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... We'll figure out what happened. This time we'll get it right for sure. A-and we're not gonna let him get away with it.
( unfortunately, it will turn out more complicated than that, and she's not sure what to even do about the murderers anyways- nene flops down to sitting on the bed, gripping the blankets tightly in balled up fists. )
... Noah-kun?