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gumminet2019-11-10 12:32 am
enter_the_darkness) wrote in gumminet2019-11-10 12:32 am
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Who: Errbody
What: Mingle!!!
When: Throughout last month and this one?
Where: Miami
[ So!!! For anyone around this Site, there's a small chance they'll find this guy in their face with a... water pistol? There won't be any warning before he just sprays them in the face, his own expression perfectly straight as he does it.
... But other than that, people will have the chance of finding a table often filled with random stuff - bottled water with a note that says "drink me" and snacks that say "eat me".
Also throughout the month, there will often be a pillow fort in one of the lounge areas. And an abundance of Floods wandering around.
While Vanitas isn't responsible for all of this stuff, people are welcome to accuse him of such. ]
What: Mingle!!!
When: Throughout last month and this one?
Where: Miami
[ So!!! For anyone around this Site, there's a small chance they'll find this guy in their face with a... water pistol? There won't be any warning before he just sprays them in the face, his own expression perfectly straight as he does it.
... But other than that, people will have the chance of finding a table often filled with random stuff - bottled water with a note that says "drink me" and snacks that say "eat me".
Also throughout the month, there will often be a pillow fort in one of the lounge areas. And an abundance of Floods wandering around.
While Vanitas isn't responsible for all of this stuff, people are welcome to accuse him of such. ]
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Sympathy, huh? You really are stupid if you think that's what this is... I'm not risking the lives of the others who carry the "grave sin" of sharing a face with you, angry kitten.
[ And the look in his eyes hardens as he waves a hand. ]
Don't say I didn't warn you...
[ A stream of water surrounds him, blocking the attack with ease. But, the second Loki's attack is over, Akira's vanishing. Then...? Aki will feel a healing spell flowing through him. ]
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Shut up!
[When that gaze hardens, his whole body tenses. He's ready for the other to come at him with everything he's got.
But that isn't what happens at all. He disappears, and then he's... healed?]
You coward... [His voice trembles. With rage or something else, it's not quite clear.] You coward! Show your face and fight me, dammit!
[His expression is cracking. His glossy eyes furiously scan around for his opponent.]
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Refusing to fight you doesn't make me a coward.
[ That's said as though he's saying what the temperature's gonna be for the night - as though there's only truth to the matter. There's a flash of blue light - he's changed his Persona. ]
Unless, of course, you're brave enough to try hand-to-hand.
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There's no words from him. Nothing but that ragged breathing as he blinks the moisture away from his eyes.
All he does is wordlessly slide a hand into his coat, revealing a set of daggers. Unlike the ones he uses for the Metaverse, these are objectively real— and lethal.
With the blades in his hands, he charges the other, eyes wild as ever as he tries to get in the first strike as he slashes at his chest.]
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Just the fucking opposite.
Akira can feel it weighing on his mind, too, which... isn't good. Not only is he outside of his territory, making his power not quite what it could be, getting worked up can turn him sloppy and reckless.
Recklessness is exactly what has him freezing up. Letting Aki land an attack; it's a test, and Aki absolutely fails it.
The pain that shoots through him has a dark laugh slipping out. ]
When I said hand-to-hand, I meant fists.
[ There's a wall of fire surrounding him, and it will hurt if Aki doesn't have protection against that. Fortunately, it's short-lived, and only intended to push him back. ]
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He actually stumbles back a bit, eyes widening at the blood. It's clear he hadn't expected it to work— hadn't expected him to stand there and take it.
There's something about hearing the dark laugh in the older him's voice that has... something cold going down his own spine. Anxiety swirls in his stomach— maybe even fear? It's... already clear this guy has some serious defenses, after all, and a strange ability that Akira is unfamiliar with.]
Shut up!
[The fear slips into his voice, a little, and it's the stumbling back that gives him the space he needs to safely jump back from the fire. His gaze is still wild, but there's some cornered animal in him, too.
He's still angry. Still upset. Still looking for an outlet for his pain. But now there's conflict. As self-destructive as he is, he still has good reasons to live.
But... here he is, pressing his luck with another slash, and this time? He's not going to balk at a bit of red.]
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And a shaky breath escapes him, almost immediately after. The look he's giving Aki is definitely filled with pain, his hand curling on his chest as he glances away. ]
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With a sharpened gaze, he stares hard at Aki.
He doesn't do anything else. ]
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There's a grunt as the water crashes into him— or he crashes into it...? Either way, he's staggering back, desperately looking for another opening, when something flickers through his eyes.
He's pulling a feint, trying to get in a jab, but...
His frantic movements start to slow. His eyes are becoming glossy again.
Finally, he just... stops altogether, dropping the knives in the sand beside him as he falls to his knees.
His breath shudders, his head bowed. Suddenly, his hands come up and grip his hair, and a scream tears out of his throat, anger and anguish mixed into a terrible sound as tears fall from his face. The scream tapers off, and he breathes raggedly for a moment... before he does it again, this time mixed with a sob.
And then... it does turn into sobbing. Full-bodied sobs that wrack his body with not the slightest restraint, nothing to hide just how he's feeling. How he's been feeling for awhile, now. His body curls, too, making him appear much smaller, much more defenseless, and much more vulnerable than he did not a few minutes ago.]
CW: suicidal ideation
He can't be sure that Aki won't find it in him to go back to attacking, but... he crouches down, releasing a slow breath. He doesn't know if the words will really be heard, but: ]
... When I lost the people I care about, after enduring the first weeks of that shitty murder-filled game, I became bitter. When I started to hate the look of my own face, I nearly gave up on caring about myself.
After I died, a lot of hope left me. Hope felt like a joke, actually. Because it felt like life was only ever going to be laughing at me. I was positive I'd let everyone down, somehow, and some part of me wondered if I deserved being dead. I wondered if I had sacrificed myself less because I wanted to save someone, and more because I wanted the potential outcome.
[ Just... sitting down, staring at the ground. ]
Currently, I don't see you as someone who deserves to suffer. I'm here if you'd like to try yelling at me. Or... maybe backup to go beat up a bunch of shadows? [ . . . a beat as he holds out a fresh cup of coffee. ] Or I could introduce you to SCP-2558-J.
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Slowly, his gaze lifts to the other him, his irises having returned to their original color. His choppy breath slowly evens out. His brow furrows. There's no longer any sign of anger or aggression in his gaze.
Instead, he's silently switching personas and casting his boosted Diarama on the other— it's powerful enough to heal him of the wound he inflicted on him completely, as well as any other minor injuries he might have.
Then his bloodshot gaze goes to the cup. He stares for awhile, then looks away... and then back, before he hesitantly reaches out to take it. And then he just... shakes his head, weariness in his gaze. All the anger he had has left him exhausted. There's no desire to fight, and definitely no desire to be aggressive towards someone who's trying so earnestly to help him despite having been attacked by him.
He takes a small sip of the coffee. He looks pretty pathetic right now, what with his red eyes, runny nose, and the water having drenched him, causing him to shiver and make even more sand stick to him. With the addition of a bit of seaweed he might look even more like something that just washed up on the shore.]
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This drink will not heal his overall exhaustion. But it is warm, and any injuries caused by coming into contact with a shield will start to heal. Furthermore, his eyes will find relief - the redness of them will vanish, at least. Nothing to be done with the hints of tears, except wait.
He lets out a soft sigh. It's pretty clear nothing got through, and some part of him is glad - opening up is still a tough thing to do, and it had only been possible because he thought there was a chance it wouldn't be registered. Let's try bringing Aki back with... simple conversation, shall we? ]
Leblanc.
[ He points at the cup. ]
Wanna know how I made it?
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When he recognizes the taste, his brow furrows. His hands tighten around the cup a little. There's something both sad and guilty in his gaze. And yet... fondness is there, too. As well as a slight confusion?
He blinks, gaze slowly drifting to the older him. For a moment, he just stares a bit more, obviously a bit... baffled?
Before his gaze drops back to the cup.]
...sure.
[His voice is rough and quiet.]
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[ He pauses a moment, taking a sip of his own coffee. ]
Being able to use those things is one of the few perks of being a Composer. Not that it's all healing... The first thing I was able to do was something called Octo Squeeze, which just drew things towards a Black Hole.
Cure Drink was Goro's first Psych, though.
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He watches, his gaze definitely tired, but... there's a tiny hint of curiosity in it. He takes another sip of the coffee, giving a sniffle. This guy... he's still marveling a little at how level-headed he is.]
Is that how you used the water as a shield?
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[ He gives a soft snort. ]
There's a third called Creepy Weepy Barrier.
[ After a pause, he sets the cup down next to him, drawing his knees towards his chest. ]
It isn't the most I can do, but I prefer sticking to things like this. I've sort of adopted the defensive role over the years. That's the kind of Composer I want to be - someone who won't judge others too quickly, and will remain steady even under stress.
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His gaze rests on him, and slowly, his gaze drops back to the sand. There's a slight tightening of his jaw, though it's agony, not anger, in his eyes.
There seems to be conflict in him for a moment as he tries to figure out what to say. Or maybe what he wants to say...
...]
Composer?
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Think of me as... a ghost that can do a very good impersonation of a living person. [ at that, his expression dims ] I died just before I turned twenty.
Composers are the ones who run these things called Reapers' Games. Basically, they're week-long games for people who have come close to death. People are given a choice on whether or not to play. They could earn a second chance at life, rewards in the afterlife, or... if they do terribly...
[ He just... gestures. ]
I'm sure you can guess.
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But it slowly fades. He's continuing to listen to him.
Something in his expression seems to dim a little at the mention of a second chance at life. After a moment, he nods.]
I'm supposed to be dead. [...] You probably already guessed that, though.
[He holds a blink, slowly looking back to him.]
How'd you become one?
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[ He swallows thickly at the last question. ]
Protecting another person. I was made into a Player during one of the games I was put through. After that game ended, with us basically winning it, I was sort of... guaranteed the future role of Composer, if I wanted it, after dying. And I wouldn't have to go through another game to have it.
And, after I died while protecting that person, I accepted. Admittedly, part of the reason was because my fiances at the time were already Composers. I didn't want-...
... I couldn't leave them behind, just yet. And more Composers are needed to run these games, since the games are how we're taking care of another problem.
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Died protecting another person... Ah. There's a wane smile at that— a guy who's like this, he... could imagine him doing that, easily. He takes another sip of the coffee.
After a moment, he lowers the coffee.]
I made a deal with the devil. Join a game, and I get to live. For a relative value of living. [A wry smirk.] Turns out, being an underling is a pretty shitty way to live... Not that it made much of a difference to me, so long as I could get my revenge.
[His gaze softens a tad.] Then this demon, Viné, he just... returned me to life properly. And his price was just some Italian spaghetti I helped one of my boyfriends make.
[Pain enters his gaze, hands tightening around the cup again.] Now they're in another shitty game, and I— [There's guilt as he looks away.]