Don't have an account yet? 
Forum Search
I'm Feeling Lucky
Searching for: Posts from Dorky.|
Dorky OFFLINE   Forum Posts: 47 |
Posted: Fri, 03/11/2023 01:57 (10 Months ago) |
🦋Darcy Harper's POV💌Darcy kneeled down and immediately patted the distraught Miyako's head, something he would not have done under any other circumstances. This Buffkuma was just too disturbing. "Puhuhu~ now we're talking! Cower, little children! Stand in awe of my glorious bear-scles (which are bear muscles, not bear tonsils, just to clarify! I know how silly you little kiddins can be!) This is the effect you wanna have on small children too!" Darcy narrowed his eyes at the bear. "You monster. Don't you see what you've done to her? Back off! LET US GAZE NO MORE UPON YOUR PETRIFYING FORM!" Seriously, who cared about some disgusting bear muscles? He heard Miyako wail and patted her head again more hurriedly. "If you want it, come by the Mono-gym for some dumbbells! I can lift all of them at once! Isn't that amazing? I could hit 200 children with 200 dumbells and kill 201 of them! You too can get in on this murder potential by getting BUFF!" Darcy too was shaking, but he immediately raised a middle finger at the bear. "Get. OUT. Go away, you unholy demon." "Anyway, how can i help you kiddins? I heard some arguing happening down this way. Quite condusive to murder, if I may say~ I approve." "SHUT UP." He was just not hearing anything from this straight-up demon. "NOBODY is getting murdered." [Read more] |
|
Dorky OFFLINE Forum Posts: 47 |
Posted: Fri, 03/11/2023 01:35 (10 Months ago) |
🦋Darcy Harper's POV💌Darcy's eyes widened. "Yeah... it... looks like someone he recognizes, maybe." "Suzume Fujimori." "You know them?" Darcy asked, wide-eyed. Suzume Fujimori... who was that? The name felt faintly familiar, and yet Darcy wasn't sure if he'd ever heard of such a person before. "Puhuhuhu!" ...oh, Lord have mercy. "IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT IS HOLY!" Darcy sputtered, wishing HE could pull out a COMICALLY-SIZED cross and tell this unholy being to be gone. Seriously, what the hell!? "What do you WANT, bear!?" This was all getting so mysterious, and then this... thing shows up. Of course. 🧪Suzume Fujimori's POV🥽Not that she cared much. Actually, wait... how was she commenting on this? "Oh, right. I'm supposed to be dead. Back to that, I guess." [Read more] |
|
Dorky OFFLINE Forum Posts: 47 |
Posted: Fri, 03/11/2023 01:18 (10 Months ago) |
🦋Darcy Harper's POV💌Darcy shook his head. "I bet it's important... he's the Ultimate Detective, right? He probably saw something pretty helpful." (Serend, please state for the record what is in there, I can't make Darcy see it if I don't know what's in there after all) [Read more] |
|
Dorky OFFLINE Forum Posts: 47 |
Posted: Thu, 02/11/2023 23:19 (10 Months ago) |
🦋Darcy Harper's POV💌"Yeah. Hopefully." Yep... she was mad. And Darcy didn't even know what he said wrong. He felt as though he had just been put on mute. After all, what was he even supposed to say? "Well, what do you want to do? Track down Sawyer? Look for what-" His eyes widened. "...oh. I- That's a good point, actually. Unless they wandered off, they're probably still in the bathroom, but... I was thinking we should probably... investigate for potential exits." "Huh." "What is it?" Darcy looked over at the cabinet that Miyako had just looked at. "Is there... something here?" He tried to pull it open. [Read more] |
|
Dorky OFFLINE Forum Posts: 47 |
Posted: Thu, 02/11/2023 23:00 (10 Months ago) |
🦋Darcy Harper's POV💌She seemed stressed. Darcy couldn't help but feel bad, and he decided he wanted to try to help. "You okay?" he asked, offering her an awkward smile. "This... whole thing is kinda stressful, isn't it? I hope everything uh... works out okay." ...children. Where had he heard that before? She reminded him of Kaoru for a moment, and he couldn't help but wonder... Maybe I misjudged her. Maybe she really was just trying to protect Sawyer. [Read more] |
|
Dorky OFFLINE Forum Posts: 47 |
Posted: Thu, 02/11/2023 22:40 (10 Months ago) |
🦋Darcy Harper’s POV💌For once, Darcy had to agree with Kubo on something. They couldn’t all be fighting among and insulting one another. "Naw, Detective Douche is hilarious. I'm feeling weirdly warmer towards you Idris. Just in general. There's this very happy feeling in me every time you roast Emo Boy. I like it." "Shut up Miyako." "Not even an insult in there? Wow; you're uncreative. Lookee at this guy right here, Sasuke-ing his way through his tragic MCR-themed life, seeking out the nearest Hot Topic through his emo compass. Whatcha gonna buy? Twilight merch? I can see you as an Edward stan." Although what Miyako was saying wasn’t entirely unfunny, and was comedic in its own light, Darcy couldn’t help but feel stiff and uncomfortable. Even if they were arguing in a lighthearted manner… “...Guys. Enough of this. We shouldn’t be arguing with each other, or we’ll never get anywhere. Do we WANT to wind up killing each other?” "As enlightening as this conversation has been, I would have to agree with Darcy. Groups seems smart. Perhaps we can arrange a system- if your partner dies, you're charged with their murder. So they stick together." The Ultimate Chocolatier perked up at this. He was confused, although not unhappy about Kubo acknowledging something he had said, and considering it to be a good idea. “Th-Thank you… yeah, that sounds like a good idea.” Darcy tugged at a strand of his hair nervously. "Murdering your dear friend Kubo is officially on hold, Miyako." Dear friend. Pffft. They did act like they knew each other. "Eh. I'll get you another time." “...I hope not,” Darcy couldn’t help saying, not entirely loudly, however. He didn’t particularly like Kubo or Miyako, but even though it was probably a joke, the idea still made him uneasy. Idris muttered something bitter under his breath that Darcy couldn’t quite make out. Seemed typical enough of him. "...weren't you at my throat like 20-odd chapters ago about the whole Saeko fiasco? Are you really gonna be friendly with an almost-murderer?" So that was something that happened… Darcy couldn’t say he was shocked at this, although… it made him wonder something… Was that why Sawyer had been shut up in that room? Maybe Miyako had been trying to protect them… Suddenly, Darcy felt a little more endeared to Miyako than he had before. "You're not a murderer." You can’t really say that with certainty about anyone, really. When I think about it. "You weren't really trying to kill them. Just give em a fright, right? Spook em." …Miyako? The show of faith in Idris’s good qualities seemed a little unlike her. Something within Darcy shifted, he was… puzzled. Nothing seemed to be going as he expected. "Not yet." Jesus Christ. “Idris… seriously?” "If that's what you wanna think, then sure. Sure Miyako. I just tried to....scare them." “Look… I understand wanting revenge, but… you shouldn’t…” You shouldn’t, what, Darcy? You shouldn’t take it out on someone else? Especially not on someone who never did anything bad to anyone. "Where to, Detective Douche?" Right. Kubo was leading the way now, of course. "I'm not getting out of that nickname, am I?" (Dorky quietly added it to his page on the Wiki.) "Come on!" "Get back here! Goddammit! Listen to me, you cowards!' "Coward? Come at me then, Miyako Hiroto." Before he knew what was happening, Kubo and Idris had run off. Wow. What a match made in heaven those two were. He put his hands on his hips and shook his head. “I guess we’re the only sane ones here… if we even are, huh?” he asked. “Should… we go after them or…? Maybe we could just look around together and let them search wherever.” [Read more] |
|
Dorky OFFLINE Forum Posts: 47 |
Posted: Thu, 02/11/2023 19:40 (10 Months ago) |
🦋Darcy Harper’s POV💌Oh... Yeah, Darcy couldn't say he didn't feel the same way. He just remained silent. "Good plan. We'll uhhh...come back here in like an hour? To state any potential discoveries?" "Yeah... good idea." "....alone? You....tryna get killed?" ...that was true. If Kubo went alone, he might just get himself killed. "Even though I honestly hate you with every fibre of my being, you are not going alone. I don't trust your sly ass, at all. You, alone?" So... Idris and Kubo were going to prom together? That wasn't something he'd ever see coming. "Thanks! You have fun with Sawyer. I imagine they'll need a lot of supervising." Darcy didn't know how to take what Miyako had said. It seemed... malicious, somehow. "You're... welcome." What else could he say, really? "I can't say that I'd put in that much effort for a poorly calculated suicide attempt. I imagine the Nurse's Office to be a far less painful way to go." Upon hearing about the Nurse's Office, and "poorly calculated suicide attempt", Darcy couldn't help but think of Lucian, as though Kubo had been calling Lucian a poorly calculated suicide attempt, rather than referring to himself going alone to prom. It was about what he expected from him though, wasn't it? Why would Kubo Atsushi, the oh-so-great oh-so-flawless detective, who couldn't even accept help from anyone, or when he was wrong, because he was oh-so-knowledgeable and they were all oh-so-lost without him, care about the one person who had bothered to be there for him? For the one person who had... even bothered to treat him with any kindness or regard? No, Kubo. Of course you couldn't. You're too much of a selfish pr*ck to even care that Kaoru killed to protect you, dammit. You MEANT something to her, and she meant something to you too, didn't she? The thought pissed him off so much. It was hard not to just go right back to... No. He couldn't. But... not to use the Lord's Son's name in vain, but JESUS CHRIST. And he'd never even bothered to apologize, for any of it. The next time I see Lucian, I swear to God, I'll tell him to stay as far away from this absolute oil spill dumpster fire at all costs. "So what? You volunteering to go with me?" Yeep. Did not see that coming. "I suppose... I wouldn't mind. If you're offering, or whatever..." "You're so goddamn annoying, I hope you know that." "So, where to, buddy? Lead the way, I bet you can use that clever noggin of yours to find us some clues, eh? Detective Douche, I mean, Kubo?" He felt like he was hearing something he wasn't supposed to hear. This felt... private, and left him without a reply. He wanted to call Kubo out on what an awful person he was. But... how could he do that? There was no point, really. It was probably the worst thing he could do right now. They were all working together now... or... at least it seemed like it. Darcy felt almost like a ghost, floating amongst these people and not really saying anything. "Should we... split up into groups when we search the school? So nobody gets stabbed, or... anything." [Read more] |
|
Dorky OFFLINE Forum Posts: 47 |
Posted: Thu, 02/11/2023 18:59 (10 Months ago) |
🦋Darcy Harper's POV💌Perhaps sins of a long-forgotten past. He couldn't help but think of Kaoru Kajiwara, Kaoru, who he hadn't known, and yet, who he somehow felt like he knew. Somehow felt like he understood. Kaoru, who Sawyer had liked, but wasn't aware of it... who couldn't even remember it. Kaoru, who had struggled to keep structure here. She'd... seemed like a kind and caring person. But they'd tried to frame Sawyer for a murder. And then fought to justify it... Not that I'm any better. He couldn't help but wonder... all that he didn't know about Kubo. What Lucian could possibly see in him. He was so... bitter, so rude, so relentless and uncouth. He didn't seem to care about anything or anyone. Speaking of Lucian... "I'll be going alone. Supervising, I guess." Darcy raised an eyebrow at this. "Aren't you... forgetting someone, Kubo?" he asked curiously. They weren't sure if they should outright say it. After all... like Idris said... it wasn't any of his business. And it wasn't Darcy's business either, but... Well, it wasn't like Lucian would ask Kubo anyway. And he wasn't so sure it was a good idea. Kubo had proven to be... dangerously unstable. "I'm going with Shi. To honour the dinosaur nuggies." "Pfft." That sounded about right. "Well, sounds like fun! Good luck with your prehistoric poultry tradition." He was just relieved that Miyako had a girlfriend, honestly. ❄lucian arbred's pov🕊"...You sure? Go ahead then, I guess, I don't mind." Lucian gave Akari a welcoming nod and a reassuring glance, before looking through the pantries. His first instinct was to make pasta, it was something he was more used to, and sometimes he had to cook the fastest thing he could think of, so his family wouldn't get mad at him for taking too long. He had been expected to be very efficient with anything that he did, they... were often quite impatient. But he wasn't quite sure what Akari liked, so he thought he'd ask. Before he could though, Akari answered his question. "Hm?" "...I... Don't know." Lucian gazed at him, his mouth slightly agape. He looked a little worried at the Ultimate Engineer's answer. "Doubt I am, but-..." "I wish you guys the best of luck." This immediately made guilt cloud Lucian's features. "...oh... I..." He looked down at the floor. What was he supposed to say to that? "...Akari, I know there's... not much of a chance, but..." Lucian took a deep breath, attempting to compose himself as he closed the pantries. He could make something for Akari... after this. "maybe there... is a way out. that we haven't considered yet." ... Would it be better if... maybe he should have. But it wouldn't make much of a difference. "...I'm... sure you'll get out of here, somehow, Akari. I believe in you." He looked at him with a certain warmth in his eyes, a certain certainty. Even if the Ultimate Engineer didn't think so... Lucian thought he could get out. Maybe everyone could. "...maybe... you and everyone else... can make it out of here. we just haven't found the answer yet." ...Lucian almost wished he could just take his own life, make it clear it was a suicide, just so no one else would... have to die at this time, but... maybe Monokuma would just make everyone keep killing one another. It's... just not fair. I don't matter. It's not me that matters, it's... everyone else here. They don't deserve this. I wish... I could just die in their place, but I'm not even worth that much. Oh... Kaoru, Horatia... Futatabi... Mei. Why are you gone? It shouldn't be like this. "...is... there anything you'd like to eat? I was going to make pasta, but..." He figured he might as well change the subject. The thought of everyone dying here... was a particularly gloomy thought. A curious thought occurred to him. Obviously, this was probably not a real school. Or... maybe it used to be. But... something still dwelled within him. Lucian's family wouldn't have cared to reach out to him and check if he was okay, but what about everyone else here? Their families may have tried to send texts, letters... something... they would have realized something could have been wrong. Sure, it had only been a few days, but... wouldn't it have seemed a little odd to their families and friends on the outside world, if they received not even a single word of reply? Something was clearly wrong. Something was very clearly wrong. [Read more] |
|
Dorky OFFLINE Forum Posts: 47 |
Posted: Thu, 02/11/2023 17:00 (10 Months ago) |
🦋Darcy Harper's POV💌"...okay." Darcy felt a little bad for reacting as strongly as he had. It was so stupid, really. "I would. ... But she's not here anymore." ...honestly. Imagine falling in love with anybody in this wretched place. Maybe it was better to be dead, so you didn't have to worry about it. So you'd never have to deal with it. Darcy's own feelings with Mei Akamatsu were... complicated, but... he still wished she was still here. There was so much he had to say, that he needed to say. That he never got to say. And he knew it was stupid, to have feelings for Sawyer. Darcy knew it was stupid. He had to think of them, only as his best friend. Love only brought heartache, love only brought rejection. Love only took people away from you. There was that look in his eyes... and I felt... like he knew. He knew. Feelings only brought you hurt. And so it had hurt Idris now. Mei had been taken away from him, just like... ... "I- I know. I'm sorry." What else was he supposed to even say? She's probably watching over you in Heaven or something? BS. If anything, Mei Akamatsu would go to Hell by a landslide. ...as if you wouldn't. No, it was... just that one thing. It wasn't that bad. You know it was. Plus... Idris probably wasn't religious. Not like Darcy could know for sure, he just had a feeling. Not like that was reliable. "Let's-- just try to find a way to escape. We should probably start inspecting potential exits." Maybe it was best just not to talk about it. He gestured to Idris, Miyako, and Kubo, for them to follow. [Read more] |
|
Dorky OFFLINE Forum Posts: 47 |
Posted: Wed, 01/11/2023 22:55 (10 Months ago) |
🦋Darcy Harper's POV💌Wouldn't you want Sawyer to actually know what prom is?" "W-Well! I- um..." Darcy looked away, and clutched tightly at his skirt, getting noticeably flustered. "Well... I..." What was he even supposed to say to that? He just… wanted to help Idris feel better about it. He didn’t want him to… wind up feeling upset or jealous because… Mei wasn’t here… or something… “It’s… complicated. I’m- working on it.” Oh, great, was that your best response? What the hell was he supposed to say?? He didn’t know if Sawyer had been asking him as a friend or not. “I just… I- I don’t know what way they meant it, and… I don’t know if I even want to dare to ask, okay?” He gripped tighter at his skirt, gritting his teeth. “If anything… I’m doing this… more for them, than for me.” Because… maybe… if it’s similar enough to the time before… they’ll remember everything. At least… I hope. Besides… there’s… no way they actually like me like that. Even if they understand what it means. How did… Idris know? Darcy wanted to deny it, because it was so stupid, and so awkward, and AUGH. But… what was even the point? "Who would I go with, anyways? Plus, prom just reminds me of bad memories, 'kay? How would I know if I'm missing out or not? You think I'm actually experienced in this sorta thing? Heck, I didn't even know what prom wa-" Darcy looked away even more, if that was possible. He didn’t want to look at Idris as he said that, so… angrily. “Oh… I see. Sorry.” He didn’t know what else to say to him. Maybe to tell him that he didn’t exactly have fond memories of prom either… that… last time… Sawyer went with him, when he had no one else to go with. When he was rejected. Always rejected. They’d gone just as friends back then, and maybe it was… still the same this time. But Darcy didn’t want to know, and he didn’t care, either. At least… he didn’t think he cared. This was about helping Sawyer get their memories back… right? And they’d prevent everyone from dying… right? …maybe. "Doesn't matter." “Maybe you could still go with someone, but…” He trailed off. What else could he even say? Like… who? Idris was right. “Never mind.” [Read more] |
|
Dorky OFFLINE Forum Posts: 47 |
Posted: Wed, 01/11/2023 22:29 (10 Months ago) |
🦋Darcy Harper's POV💌"...I don't care for prom. I- ... I'm more focused on staying alive." Oh. Darcy felt really bad now. He didn't want to think about it. But it... must have been hard for him. Mei meant a lot to him, Darcy knew that. Yet, he didn't want to embarrass him in front of Kubo and Miyako, so... "It's- not really a big deal. I just explained the concept, a little, to Sawyer, since... they don't really seem to remember, but... I didn't really even finish before they asked me, so, I- I don't really know if they understood what it... meant, really." He inhaled. "I get that, though. You'll still be welcome there if you want to come, though, okay? I mean... it's- not weird if you decide you wanna go with somebody else, or, by yourself or something, I'm... sure nobody will judge you. But... it's your choice. Of course. And I completely get if you just want to focus on staying alive. It probably won't be that great or anything, considering the bear's... history, so... you won't be missing out or anything." Great... wow. He was really awesome at this comforting and not embarrassing thing. Clap clap. He was really not great at the whole positivity and encouragement thing. Sawyer was a lot better at that. Probably because... to them, everything always turned out okay. Everything always was okay, no matter what bad things happened. But... Darcy knew... life didn't usually turn out alright. [Read more] |
|
Dorky OFFLINE Forum Posts: 47 |
Posted: Wed, 01/11/2023 22:18 (10 Months ago) |
🦋Darcy Harper's POV💌"Yeah good plan. So, as a start, are any of you gonna actually go to prom? And if so, who with? Makes it easier to have alibis, right?" "You have a good point there... If most people have alibis, a killer might hesitate more, out of fear of being the odd one out. I mean... remember when... Kaoru tried to make it seem like Sawyer was the culprit, by confusing us about the time of day? I know a culprit could still do that this time, but... yeah... alibis might make things a little easier, whether someone dies or not." He swallowed. And then... he considered the other part of it. "Well... I was... planning to." He hesitated, a little unsure to say that he was... going with Sawyer, because, it wasn't exactly that he was ashamed to be going there with his friend, but, he wasn't entirely sure what they were going as, and for some reason, the idea of going with somebody felt weird and embarrassing, although wasn't not having a date also weird and embarrassing?! Argh, he didn't know. "Umm... Sawyer said... they'd come along with me." He still stumbled over the words, barely getting them out, because, it was confusing, and awkward. They'd lost their memory recently... and he had no idea if they fully understood the concept, and if they were going as friends or not. "What about you all?" he asked, waving a hand, eager to change the subject. He almost wished he hadn't afterwards... because... Idris was probably not going at all, and would have gone with Mei, if she was still here, he guessed. Kubo, he had no idea about, because he was as dense as a black hole, and probably either didn't realize Lucian liked him or didn't like him back, who knew what went on in his head though?? As for Miyako, she was probably going with Shi or not going with anyone at all. Or so he thought. [Read more] |
|
Dorky OFFLINE Forum Posts: 47 |
Posted: Wed, 01/11/2023 21:56 (10 Months ago) |
🦋Darcy Harper's POV💌Gee. Okay, Mr. Grumpy Grump. ...okay. Not like Darcy himself was any better, but at least he was TRYING to act positive about this. ...plus... he couldn't say he approved of Kubo much either. He and Idris could at least agree on that. What an odd group they were... "We already have a decent group size here, and I don't know where anyone is right now. Also, isn't prom soon? We should focus on this before everyone gets distracted by that stupid prom." Darcy sighed. "Yeah, you're right. That might be a good idea. Okay... what should we try first? Should we check for vents and windows?" Of course he recalled seeing those inside of buildings and the occasional movie Sawyer forced him to watch with them, and occasionally he thought they might make for a good escape in an emergency. Stupid prom... Darcy almost winced, but forced himself not to. Yeah. Stupid prom. He had to agree with Idris there, he just... hoped this time would be better. This time would be different. "Speaking of prom....it's such a huge trap, right? Someone is definitely getting murdered, I can just feel it. So, I feel like we should keep watch on everyone, y'know? Keep a count of all the knives in the kitchens and whatnot-" Okay, still as grumpy as ever. He was right, though, and Darcy knew it. "Yeah... the goofy chunk of Yin-Yang metal probably just wants to let everyone's guard down. I mean, come on, what OTHER motivation could he possibly have for 'cheering you sad saps up'?" he asked sarcastically, doing air quotes as he mimicked the stupid bear's words. "Agreed... knives in the..." ... "...wait..." [Insert black-and-white version of an earlier scene with the player clicking through the dialogue because this is Danganronpa after all] "Is that how... Sawyer's hands got all..." he said out loud, without realizing. "I mean- never mind. I guess that explains what I saw earlier." ...had Sawyer... killed someone? No. The thought was unthinkable. They wouldn't do a thing like that. Plus, it was THEIR hands that were injured. It had to be self-harm. "I just....I just don't want another death." Darcy crossed his arms and stared at the floor. "I feel you about that. I... still can't believe that four of us are dead now. It's kind of crazy, when you think about it." ...it was. And there was something a little upsetting, about the fact that... Kaoru was dead, and oh wow, look at Jerky McJerkface Detective over there. Someone who had clearly mattered to him, or USED to matter to him sacrificed her freaking life for him. Darcy gritted his teeth, and tried not to flat-out yell at him about it. Like, okay, yeah, the others here were strangers, so if you were that much of a jerk, fine. But Kaoru had MEANT something to him, or at least used to. And she SACRIFICED herself for you. Do you seriously not care? Granted, Kaoru wasn't the best person. They'd framed Sawyer for the murder, so naturally, Darcy had reason to be seriously ticked off at her, but she hadn't deserved to die. At least... Darcy thought that was what he was supposed to think. No, he definitely thought she didn't deserve to. Right? ... Oh. It was all so confusing, he didn't even want to think about it. But one thing he knew was, SERIOUSLY, what the hell, Kubo? And that guy had the nerve to act like everybody was nothing without him. Like they all NEEDED him. Oh, yeah, and not to mention to literally almost drive Lucian to suicide, who was just trying to get him to stop fighting with Idris. And then... something made Darcy restrain himself even further. If everyone just fought with and insulted Idris and Kubo... and didn't give either of them the chance to mature and do better, it'd just make matters worse. I told you I thought I was better than that, didn't I, Mei? I'm good. I'm a good person. Or so I want to believe. But no, he wasn't a good person. It was about time he accepted that. A good person wouldn't do what he did, and keep it a secret. There was a reason that that photo was up there. Or at least... used to be. He slowly pulled it out of his pocket and stared at it. Two people, holding hands, on a bench. They looked so happy, and yet... it was monochrome. Isolating it as a thing of the past, a thing that was no more. The past was no more. Is there... even a reason... Sawyer's was up there? He didn't believe... or... he didn't want to believe... that Sawyer could have some dreadful secret that they never told anyone. Two tombstones... what could it possibly mean? It was best not to think too much about that. It hurt to think about. He'd be happier just not knowing. Not knowing the dreadful things everyone here might have done. The scars that they had, the secrets they hid... It was best to just live life hiding behind lies. Behind masks, wasn't it? And that was something he envied. Sawyer's denial, although it... made them so confused... and it... made them forget so many things... they were happy. They were always happy. And Darcy couldn't stand it. Oh, shut up. His brain needed to shut up. "It might be best if we ensure that nobody is alone, at the same time, so nobody winds up dead. Although... yeah. Most people will probably show up for prom, I think... so we should probably start theorizing now." I'm not good. But I want to be good. And I just hope... eventually I can find it in me to become someone good. I can't pretend I'm better than anyone here... because... I'm really not, right? [Read more] |
|
Dorky OFFLINE Forum Posts: 47 |
Posted: Wed, 01/11/2023 19:14 (10 Months ago) |
Darcy Harper's POV"Guess by now I oughta know my place Do your humble duty with a smile on your face Mother knows how much I love her But she's always doing other things So I'll keep waiting in the wings I crave so much And yet I kept on waiting One glance, one touch And I just kept on waiting And when it came, it came with strings So I kept waiting in the wings" 🦋🕯🍬⛓👑o0o0o0🦋🕯🍬⛓👑o0o0o0🦋🕯🍬⛓👑o0o0o0🦋🕯🍬⛓👑o0o0o0🦋🕯🍬⛓👑o0o0o0🦋🕯🍬⛓👑o0o0o0 ...of course. Of course he came up with it. Of course, because Darcy would never create or do something of great importance. Darcy couldn't do anything of any real value. How could he forget? Of course, this was all Idris's idea. And of course, he had to be a jerk for no reason. That was just like him, wasn't it? ...well... maybe he wasn't being fair. Oh, Hell, he had no idea. He was just so tired right now. He offered a smile, but it felt so forced. He could feel it cracking on the inside. Good for you, Ultimate Linguist, who is so amazing and so superior, just like everyone else. Everyone but me. "Idris, it doesn't matter who started it, okay? I think we should just be glad Kubo is going along with this." He said it in a tone that seemed to indicate "Kubo, of all people", which he felt, admittedly, a little guilty about. Who was he, to be so judgmental of these people? Who he barely knew... "Yeah, whatever. Just don't let Saeko anywhere near me, if they know what's good for them." Of course. He was going to still be like that. It was a huge step forward, in any case... "'Kay?" Darcy said nothing else, he merely nodded. "Okay. I... guess we better go see if anyone else is willing to join us. Or we should start strategizing now?" [Read more] |
|
Dorky OFFLINE Forum Posts: 47 |
Posted: Wed, 01/11/2023 16:31 (10 Months ago) |
Lucian Arbred's POV"...Ah." Lucian tried to offer him a welcoming smile, to try to ease the tension. But... that probably wasn't helping much. "Y'know... I would've thought Monokuma would've had it all set up himself, honestly..." "...yes. I would've thought so, too." He looked thoughtful. Perhaps they would have to ask Serend about this particular conundrum, but the fourth wall had taken enough abuse already. How was it still holding up? Lucian scrounged through the pantries, and tried not to think about all the kitchens he had found himself inside over the course of his life. It was like a strong, flashing sequence of memories, one after another. Never the same one for long, and yet, never feeling entirely safe in any of them. No different than here, he supposed... He looked back at his companion, who appeared to be avoiding eye contact. "...are you hungry?" he couldn't help asking. "I could make you something, if you want." Maybe that would be a good idea. He could make something for everyone. Of course, he'd have to set up the concessions for later (unless Monokuma jumpscared them all with platters of food that came seemingly out of nowhere and were probably poisoned) as well, who knows, ANYTHING was on brand for that bear. ...except for just letting everyone walk right out of the building, unharmed. Was that too much to hope for? "...Akari? Do you think we'll... ever get out of here?" The question came out before he could stop it. As it came out, he surprised himself. Well... ... Oh, if only he could just sacrifice himself. If only everyone was guaranteed to leave by just his own death. But Lucian knew that sort of sacrifice meant nothing, given that he attributed no value to his own life. He was only good for how much he could help others. If he just knew that cutting himself out of the picture... would make everyone else happy... it would fix everything. But he had promised Kaoru he'd get out of here, with everyone. He'd... promised Mei something similar, as well. Promises... they weighed you down so much. He wasn't so sure he could even keep them, or if he just had wanted to ease their worried minds, just a little... before... ...before... It was so hard to believe they were both dead and gone. And Horatia, and Futatabi too. How many more would die, in Monokuma's twisted game, before he was satisfied? He wouldn't be content with just killing students himself... would he? Nono, surely, he would mean to instigate it upon and among all of them. If no students succumbed to killing one another... maybe they could figure out a way out of here. And Lucian would do whatever it took, as long as he was still alive, he swore to himself... he would try everything he could to help everyone get out of here together. Sawyer Laurens's POVThey weren't quite sure. Never quite sure of anything. Not who they were, not who the others were, not why those voices sounded so familiar. Not why the one called... Darcy, they thought... seemed so very familiar. He seemed to know things about them, things he couldn't know otherwise. But how did he know them . . . ? Maybe this was all a dream. All an abundance of hallucinations. Perhaps Sawyer had created this world, themself. Perhaps they had created everyone. Was that it? Were none of them real? There was a figure. At least... Sawyer thought that was what they were. A person, slightly hovering above the floor. They slowly... Approached the figure. ... Who was that? Why did they... Look so faintly familiar? Were they a person? ... Or something else, entirely? "Did I... make you?" There was no response. "My friend...?" Friends. People were all friends. Oh, yes. Everyone was your friend. Friends, friends, friends, joy and laughter, laughter... What was laughter? What was... The important thing that Sawyer had forgotten... That they were trying to remember? It hurt to remember. Please make it stop. It hurts. ... Why was... the person hovering? Why did... they seem to drift further away? "Heyyy, don't run! I'm your friend! I'm not going to hurt you!" ...were they... flying? And then, Sawyer saw it. There was a curious shape around their neck. It was... No, what was that? ... Oh, of course it wasn't a person. They didn't speak. Yes, it must have been a doll. Or a mannequin. The hair was a pale green. Short, and soft, brushed and straightened to perfection. A long black, flowing skirt, a fine black blouse, a familiar shape around their neck. It was... A cross? The skin was paler than pale. There was... something wrong with the expression... What a strange mannequin. How... ... strangely familiar... "Hello?" They tried again. There was no response. And then, the It was strange... they almost looked like... That hair, that hairclip. "It's okay. Don't be afraid." They turned. She was smiling. Who was this stranger?... And why did... they feel like... they knew her? They were lying in the stranger's lap, barely conscious. They tried to move, but... something was stopping them. Something... hurt? Maybe they imagined it. But they could... see her. They could feel them, stroking their hair. It was... nice. Comforting. ...Sawyer breathed, in and out, in and out. There was something comforting, something peaceful. A name almost came to them. "Kaoru." It stirred on their lips. "Kaoru Kajiwara." She laughed, and her prim haircut swayed slightly to the side. Her eyes were bright. Pristine, shining. Kaoru... was... that who this was? Why was... this stranger... so oddly familiar? "Your hairclip looks so nice! It... suits you," they chirped. They found themself conscious now. The hurt had gone. The hurt was gone. "Oh... thank you." "And I like your haircut, too! It's really pretty. And your necklace... you look really cool!" They liked the stranger's eyes, too. Kaoru... There was something calming about her. So calm, so gentle. Was she real? Did they make her? Why did the name sound so familiar, as though they were someone Sawyer had met before? Why? It didn't make any sense... Because... ... That wasn't... Back again, staring through the glass. Agonizing... Screaming... Begging and pleading... To no avail... The... sauce. The sauce, that must've been what it was. Was getting everywhere. Was... was she cooking... or something? But... Why did... Why did she seem to be in pain? That wasn't Kaoru. That couldn't be Kaoru. It was... a mannequin. An illusion. A bad dream. Yes, it was all a dream. ... Sawyer was in the hallway, searching and searching. They had to find... something. . . . What was it they had to find? Something lost. Maybe something that they had forgotten. ... . .. ... ! Oh! That was right. They had to find... a bag. Kaoru's bag. Kaoru, who was smiling, who was laughing, who was gentle, comforting, who was... pretty. Mesmerizing. They would feel their cheeks grow warm, and a smile upon their face, as they thought of her. ... Kaoru... was she... a stranger? A friend? Someone who they had... made up, inside their head? She was there. She was always there. To take care of them. So... They searched, and searched, and searched. And yet... they couldn't find it. That thing they had been looking for. And then... the doors were locked. Sawyer was left... alone. Outside, in the darkness. . . . They didn't know how long they were asleep. Treasure hunt!! Those were fun. And... oh... . . . Must have been... another doll. Another mannequin. An illusion, of some sort. Because although they had won the sword fight, it had been a peaceful surrender. ...right? It was a curious thing... almost... fitting. To see her... in that coffin... stabbed... through with leeks... ... No, it wasn't her... it wasn't... Horatia? ...was... that who she was? ...oh. The one with the cool Shakespearean speak. ... It hurts. ... No, it doesn't hurt. . . . I'm alright. ... I'm smiling, see? ...I was still just a child. ...I think. ... I don't remember. ...did it really happen? ... I can't forget. I can't remember. ...because... It's okay. I'm fine. ... It wasn't real. It was all a dream. Horatia. Kaoru. Futatabi. Mei. ... Did I... Make you? Did I... ... kill you? That couldn't be right. They must have merely left the dream. Dreams changed a lot. They were... strange, peculiar. Things could happen within the bounds of your imagination, beyond the bounds of your imagination. I think... I knew you once. "You left me." Why did you have to go? I don't understand. Was it because of her? I didn't think she'd do a thing like that. ...Darcy. Darcy... who was that? Another one of their dreams? Their illusions? Kaoru was alive. She just... had to go. They didn't know why. People just... had to leave you, sometimes. They'd leave, they'd leave, they'd leave, without saying a word. The doctors wouldn't explain why they had to leave the room. They wouldn't explain why you couldn't go see Mom and Dad! They wouldn't explain why you couldn't leave. Perhaps you were the dreamer. The one trapped in the dream. The maker of everything. The destroyer... of everything. No... Darcy... he wasn't real, either. Just another part of the dream. People left the dream. Sometimes. Right? It was all a never-ending dream. No one was trapped here. They just chose to stay here. Because I needed friends. I needed to play with someone! And they needed to, too! They needed friends. Kaoru didn't do that... it was just... Yes. She was just... Leaving. Horatia was just leaving. Futatabi... Mei. They just left too. ...wait... who... left? had there been someone there? Something?... ...no. They... couldn't remember. what was... yes. It must have... been a dream. a game. something they made up. They made everything up. ...yes. it was all a dream. all a game. "I must have brought them all to life. But they can come and go as they please. At least... I think so. Yes. That must be it. And we're all meant to be here, to play... forever. At least... I think." There must be something... something they couldn't remember. [Read more] |
|
Dorky OFFLINE Forum Posts: 47 |
Posted: Wed, 01/11/2023 04:46 (10 Months ago) |
Darcy Harper's POV"That's true," he replied simply, in a voice that sounded less hollow than he had expected. Because it felt like something had cracked, as he thought about it... No, he simply couldn't think about it. It was too terrible to think about. He had to focus. "People might be more hesitant to kill each other, as we get to know each other better, and it might be easier to determine the killer as a result if someone DID decide to, of course, some of them... Might be willing to lose their lives in the process of the killing or... Something, but..." (Setsuna moment) He trailed off. He knew that it was just as likely that as the group became more familiar with each other's intricacies, they might know things about each other that would HELP them get away with murder. There was no winning here, was there? He couldn't think like that. People that would... Help each other get away with murder... "I guess that's two votes then. What do you think Idris?" Darcy was relieved everyone was getting along, although he could feel a sort of tension brewing between Kubo and Miyako, in the way they looked at one another. He knew Idris probably wasn't all too fond of either of these two, especially not Kubo, to put it rather mildly. And Darcy couldn't say he was either. He turned to look at Idris, awaiting his response. He couldn't help but feel like they should all be hurrying to get along to planning, or go on some filler-heavy side-quest to gather more recruits or something... Darcy didn't really have faith that this would work. But like he said... What did they all have to lose? What do I have to lose? Lucian Arbred's POVFurther operations such as Operation: Getting Ready For Prom. Well... He'd have to maybe head to the kitchen and make sure the food and drink were in order, although perhaps Monokuma had prepped that ahead of time, or maybe this was just another filler-heavy excuse to talk to his good friend Less Espresso More Depresso Awkwari. And then there was also the issue of putting together an outfit for himself... He felt a little self-conscious at the thought, he wasn't quite sure why. Maybe because he had a feeling Monokuma would only have outfit options that were exceptionally humiliating in nature. Or maybe he was worried about having something too flashy and standing out, or something along those lines. But then there was yet another issue that made him especially nervous. A prom would surely imply inviting someone-- no, no, no, there was no question of it, was there? Could he... Ask Kubo ambiguously, maybe imply it, hint at it, do anything but outright say it, so there'd be a way to back out of it if he had to? Or maybe he could... Ask someone else, or just avoid the issue altogether and just not ask anyone. Anyway, enough thoughts about Mommy Issues Hot Topic Dwelling Detectives. He decided to head to the kitchen to make sure that the food and drink were in order (wait, I just realized, is Akari in the kitchen?? He was originally gonna just head there right??) when he spotted Awkwari, being an emo filler catastrophe. "oh! hey again. I was just going to check if..." He glanced down at the floor shyly, wondering a moment if he was intruding. "...if... The concessions were in order. For prom." Funny seeing Akari here again. Why did the filler plots always feature these two? Mei was probably throwing her popcorn at the screen in frustration. Sawyer Laurens's POV[Read more] |
|
Dorky OFFLINE Forum Posts: 47 |
Posted: Mon, 30/10/2023 06:06 (10 Months ago) |
Darcy Harper's POVDarcy smiled slightly, relieved that Idris seemed to be going along with it. The tension left his body. Maybe, just maybe, he wasn't as bad at this as he thought he was. But of course... There was a but. And Darcy wasn't surprised, to say the least... "Are you sure we can trust everyone with our ideas? What if someone snitches to Monokuma?" Darcy hesitated. "Well... Maybe we can't. But who would have reason to do that, besides the mastermind?" He shrugged. "And... Well, we have nothing left to lose. Someone might die either way, we might as well at least take a chance at... Preventing it." "Mm. I don't wanna waste my life away here....I guess." Darcy gazed wistfully off into the distance. No one wanted to. No one wanted to waste their lives away, aimlessly, not doing anything worthwhile, especially not dying in some sick, ugly, twisted game that was someone's idea of fun. Deep down, everyone wanted the same things. Well... Not entirely, but mostly. It felt so strange and unusual to him, he could almost see... A vision. A vision of a happier future, where maybe he could heal and... Reconcile, where he could repent. Where he could... Accept what he'd done, and admit it, and then... Maybe... No. It crumpled down immediately before him. What was he thinking? The idea was... Preposterous. Healing... Finding a way out of here... admitting that he... ...he was back in the room again, chest heaving in and out. His eyes flickered open. He was... Still here, inside the school. He had never left. Why... Had it felt so real? Was he going crazy? Who wasn't, at this point? "So. What now?" "I guess... All there is to do is... To get started. We should find everyone who is interested in the idea of us... Working together to escape." The very words sounded unnatural on his tongue. Was escape even possible? "Can I come?" Darcy froze. Had... Kubo just spoken? Kubo, of all people, just said... Had he heard that right? "What... Did you just say?" "I want to. Please." Okay, now I'm DEFINITELY going crazy. "If he's going, I'm going. Can't leave the psycho unsupervised. Who knows what he'd try." Well... If Miyako had said that, maybe he wasn't hallucinating. That sounded more plausible. But what the hell was happening?? Was... Everyone getting... "Character development"? "Ah, well, of course." Darcy regained hid composure. "A-Anyone who's... Interested can come." Miyako was right. The world began to make sense again. Because of course Kubo Atsushi of all people was... Not to be trusted, right? He... Wasn't sure if he trusted Miyako, or... Idris, either though. Had he been unfair to them? Had he been... Unfair to all of them? The only person he had placed his full trust in, maybe, had been Sawyer. Sawyer was... Sawyer. Sawyer was known, familiar, they were... "Well... And... Besides finding new recruits for this... Operation," he coughed, "I suppose we should think of possible ways we could escape from here. Has anyone checked for windows? They're probably locked or sealed off, or too small to crawl through, but... We could try figuring out a way to break through them. There could be alternate exits somewhere..." He knew that Monokuma, and/or whoever had planned this... Had probably been too thorough. "Has anyone noticed anything peculiar? I'm not so sure Monokuma would even leave hidden ways out of here, at least, not obviously." As he spoke, Darcy almost felt like he was someone else. He was... Being talked to, and listened to. And you'd think if ANYBODY would come up with an operation like this, it'd be one of those Pollyanna nutcases. It... It didn't make any sense. But... He wasn't sure, had he been unfair to Miyako? She hadn't seemed trustworthy (given her history regarding the trials and her general air of mystery and inconsistency, and Am I being... Too harsh? Hypocritical, even? Darcy knew he himself was not the most trustworthy person, nor was he the most stable. So maybe... Maybe this was exactly the kind of group he should be a part of. The thought made him shudder a little to think of it. No... He... Wasn't... A bad person, was he? Oh, the solo would be sung from the pits of Hell as the Devil laughed in eager waiting! And she... And... She. She would walk right up to those pearly gates and she would never even have to be tested. She had already passed every test, and she would smile at having finally made it there. In all her efforts. With a devastating scream, muffled into silence. Twisting Turning Going... Down Down Down. [Read more] |
|
Dorky OFFLINE Forum Posts: 47 |
Posted: Sat, 28/10/2023 05:12 (10 Months ago) |
Darcy Harper's POVDarcy looked alarmed for a moment, before letting out a sigh of frustration. "You're right, we're doing EXACTLY WHAT WE SHOULDN'T BE DOING." But... What should they be doing? Forcing everybody together into one place, so nobody could kill each other? Everybody would just feel crowded and paranoid and at some point someone might fall asleep or something, it might just make things worse. Darcy wasn't even sure what to propose doing. "I get what you're saying, but the question is how. How are we gonna do something about....all of this?" Darcy crossed his arms and thought intently. "Well... All I can really think of to do is... Maybe we could gather everyone together and theorize about various ways we could attempt escaping this place. Monokuma has probably-" he coughed- "accounted for every single one and stopped us from getting out of here at all, but... Maybe it couldn't hurt to try. Sure. Maybe he has alarm mechanisms that kill people when triggered but... That might not be as entertaining to him?" he guessed. Had the oxygen thing been a bluff? Had Futatabi and Mei died in vain? No, if the bear had been able to send them all up into space like that, surely he could pull a stunt like that... He just... Didn't want to believe it. He didn't want to believe that those people were really gone. That more people might follow. And it made him almost understand the way Sawyer thought about things. If you could just make yourself forget every bad thing that ever happened to you... "I....I guess? I just, maybe I'm just selfish, y'know? What if-" "I-- look, Idris, I get it. It's just... Eh, I don't know. Maybe we could all just give up." He shrugged awkwardly. "That just seems kind of like a waste of human life and resources." "Never mind. But sure, yeah. I won't lose hope, or whatever you said, 'kay?" And for the first time that entire conversation, Darcy genuinely smiled at the Ultimate Linguist. "...okay. I guess I won't either." [Read more] |
|
Dorky OFFLINE Forum Posts: 47 |
Posted: Fri, 27/10/2023 07:36 (10 Months ago) |
Darcy Harper's POVDarcy raised his eyebrows. "What is this, Steven Universe or My Little Pony or something?" he replied, naming a couple of shows that Sawyer had forced him to watch at hug-point. "But... Honestly, I don't know. Just... Something involving keeping our braincells and not killing each other? I know the bear is probably going to pressure us into it again. But maybe there is a way around it we haven't considered yet." He wasn't entirely sure if that was true or not, but... It might be possible, right? God, what was he even saying... "I love your mindset, Darcy, I really do, but c'mon. We've witnessed our own friends be murdered and killed, I really don't think there's anything keeping our sanity together anymore. I don't even know if I can trust anyone to help me get outta here, y'know? 'Cause I obviously can't do it solo." Darcy stiffened. "I know that, but, are we... Just going to sit by and wait for more deaths to happen?" "What if I don't want to get out, Darcy? What if I don't have anything to go back to? Sure, you or someone else could have a loving family waiting for them, but I sure as hell don't. What makes you think I would try and pull myself together and try and get outta here? ...I just-" Darcy looked down at the floor. He didn't even know how to respond to that. It wasn't like he had anything to go back to either, but... No, it wouldn't matter. He just... Wouldn't admit it, and he'd figure something out... That is, assuming they could even get out of here. Darcy wondered how many people here even had loving families to go back to. He knew Sawyer did, the last time he checked, but who knows about everyone else here? "...yeah." And Darcy... Couldn't help but feel really bad for him. "Maybe... Some of us, or maybe even most of us don't have anything to go back to." I mean... He was right, wasn't he? ...right? Lucian Arbred's POVLucian gazed worriedly over at his filler buddy. He certainly looked tired. He knew that was probably true. Being tired... It was such a vague concept, wasn't it? And it really didn't seem like a lie. Akari looked tired from lack of sleep, tired of thinking, tired of life. And the thought saddened Lucian just to look at. "I understand that. It's... Probably difficult to sleep. Especially given what's been going on." I mean... Four people had died, after all. Lucian hesitated a little as he said the words. He wished there was something he could do to reassure Akari, as they were organizing the Nurse's Office, he just... Seemed a little more and more on edge. Maybe the prom would do him a little good, or... Maybe that was something the poor (both meanings of the word) Ultimate Engineer also hated. "Well, I'm gonna... head out, I guess. Feel free to tag along if you want." "Oh... I... Okay." Lucian watched as he left, feeling a little torn up. He wanted to go after him, maybe try to get him to talk some more, but that might make things worse, might make Akari more uncomfortable, and he had to finish organizing up here. But... Would he be okay on his own? Lucian hesitated, unsure exactly what to do. [Read more] |
|
Dorky OFFLINE Forum Posts: 47 |
Posted: Thu, 26/10/2023 18:59 (10 Months ago) |
Darcy Harper's POV...did... he even hear himself right now? Why would... someone deserve... to die because... "I'm fine, okay? I'm fine. I'm..fine." Darcy could hear the hesitation in his voice, and knew Idris was definitely NOT fine. He literally didn't even know what to say to him right now. All he could help to wonder was... what kind of trauma did Idris have, that he threatened to kill somebody just for... touching him?... Darcy, himself, did not exactly have fond memories of touch, so he could empathize, but... It was either nothing at all, or... not really what one would have wanted. A present you never asked for. One you were better off without. Erica always got presents. Lots and lots of presents. On Valentine's Day, so many people would beg her to go out with them, give her chocolates, constantly thanking her for all the wonderful things she did. That was Darcy's birthday. And nobody... ever seemed bothered to... remember. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DACE!! Say, you ever wonder how the moon men celebrate their birthdays? I often wonder too!" Except Sawyer, who would greet him with some strange greeting, a hug, and a bunch of presents. It was always something new. Sometimes, they'd get him lava lamps, other times, it was project-building kits, toys, games, clothes, movies, or wall decorations, or some really bad drawings Sawyer had done, or certain strange objects that Darcy had no idea how to use, or what they even were. It was always something different, something new. They also got him a lot of flowers, and... it... it was nice. Darcy remembered he had his own section inside his room full of gifts Sawyer had given to him. He had them ever-so-carefully organized by year. They always were so overly extravagant about it, giving him way too many, which almost... kinda compensated for the fact that nobody else bothered to remember. Well... except for Erica. She was so busy she didn't really deliver the gifts personally, but there would be at least one gift from her, there, along with some kind of card. He was... grateful for that, but... she never really seemed to be... around. Fully around. Sawyer was. And then... I just... left them. How could he have just... left them? Sawyer was a very touchy person, the thing they gave basically anybody way too much of was hugs. Sometimes it was high-fives, fist bumps, hand squeezing, they were so... overly friendly. They gave it out way too carelessly to everybody. And Darcy had to admit, it was... nice. Comforting. But... his own negative memories of touch, were the lack of it, from others. It made him feel... rejected. Forgotten. And then... there was... Mom. She'd beat him and slap him over the smallest things, especially when she was intoxicated with alcohol. And... on the times when... she hugged him... It would be... when she... ... "Already tried. Can't find a way out. I might've given up after like 10 minutes though. Still- Even if we escaped, in some cases 'home' isn't any better than here. I for one, would not care if I was stuck here." Darcy didn't even know how to respond to that. He already tried? How much did he even bother? It didn't sound like he had bothered much. Well... especially because he mentioned he'd given up after like... 10 minutes. But... he was right, wasn't he? Home wasn't any better than here. Darcy... personally didn't want to think about his own home. But... that hadn't been what he was thinking of. He wasn't entirely sure... what he'd do if he had to go back... if he made it out of here, somehow... Maybe... he could push past this place. Darcy would protect Sawyer, and... get them out of here with him... ...so thoughtless about the others. Darcy quivered. His throat felt strangely dry, like he had been forced to consume a large amount of saltwater. No... he couldn't think like that. Could he? That if he just got out of there with his best friend, things could go back to the way they always were. Things could never be like that again. They were... different now. That probably didn't matter to Sawyer, though. But... he couldn't think like that. It was selfish. He couldn't just... not think of everyone else, who was trapped here. People had died, more people would probably follow them soon. He had no reason for genuine attachment to the strangers here. Sawyer had been his best friend, they had so many good memories together. They meant a lot to him. And yet, should that really mean that the other people here don't mean that? That they're... not important? Maybe Idris was right. Would Darcy have cared, if Saeko had died? No... would he have cared if Idris had died, even? It's not that he wouldn't have cared. It's not that Darcy wouldn't have shed any tears, not that he wouldn't have lost any sleep about it. The death of someone, even the death of someone you hardly know, would torment anyone. However... Idris wasn't someone Darcy knew personally. Nor was anyone else here, except for Sawyer. And... it wasn't that he wouldn't care, but he wouldn't care enough. The thought of this gave Darcy a sort of mournful pang, a sort of tugging, a sort of dread. He should care... shouldn't he? No, he should care more. All he had been thinking of... was how dangerous the whole thing was... of how maybe it should have been him, since he had his own reasons for wanting his own life to end. And even that sort of thinking was selfish. He knew it hadn't been born out of a sense of self-sacrifice. But because... he didn't want to think about what he did. What he didn't do. How he hadn't spoken up, how he hadn't admitted that-- He had sinned, and maybe this was his punishment. He had been so thoughtless, so careless, so envious, and maybe he deserved this. He didn't know what he could even say to Idris, without being a complete and utter hypocrite. He didn't know what he could meet him with, that wasn't a stone-cold, eerie silence. Darcy was not worthy of wearing a cross. He was not worthy of considering himself a follower of the Lord. He could pretend that he was above, he could pretend that he was worthy, of anything... he could pretend that he was any better than Idris, when he knew, deep down, it wasn't true. He had tried so hard, so very hard, to rationalize it, within his mind. To convince himself he had to do it. That he hadn't done anything wrong. That he hadn't lied. But he knew... he knew he did. And the moment replayed, the moment echoed, over and over and over again, within his mind. "It's just, Idris, should this really be the end for all of us? Constantly fighting, killing one another, breaking apart. Should we really give up hope? I know we probably can't even get out of this place. This whole situation is so messed up! But it might be even worse if we just give up. If we don't even try." As the words rolled off his tongue, they felt so unnatural. Like he had been possessed by someone else. Someone more hopeful, someone more optimistic. Someone like Lucian, maybe. Lucian... where was he now? You'd think if there was any sort of conflict, he would be in the midst of it, not any of the instigators, but trying to solve it. "And... if it's not for yourself, maybe for everyone else. Maybe there's no point for some of us, but some people here, well, maybe some of them have something to go back to." Some of them... not including me. Lucian Arbred's POVLucian nodded. "Ah... yes. I suppose that could be a good idea." Oh, what was he doing? He should be trying to help. He should be asking Akari if he was alright. And instead, here he was, shuffling these bottles and bandages and ointments away into different shelves and drawers. It was interesting just how much they had in the Nurse's Office here... The idea of it made Lucian shudder a little, given that someone could just as easily use these items to commit murder. A simple overdose and someone would drop dead. A simple look at a warning label, and someone would drop dead. They should almost have this location sealed off. However... Lucian knew that the risk still remained. And if someone wound up injured by someone, in a major scuffle or something, maybe it would be better to have it here. He didn't know. It seemed too difficult to determine. But... would someone really succumb to the air of this place? Would they really try to kill someone, and risk getting everyone else executed, simply to get out of this school? He hoped not. The thought of it just made him think about taking his own life once again. But... if he wasn't here, he wouldn't be able to help anyone. And there was no guarantee it would make anything any better, right? Maybe it would be better for him to be here, so he'd have at least some level of control over what might happen. If it made any difference... Despite the unnerving anxiety that nibbled away at him, as he ever so carefully took pieces of paper to make into written labels, and he and Akari shuffled the various items around, he felt a little more at ease. A little more at peace. He had company with him, helping him arrange these. It wasn't a suffocating sort of company either, just one other person. It was... nice. "...You alright?" Lucian blinked at the question, not sure if he'd heard it right. "...ah?! Yes! I'm alright. Of course..." He wasn't sure why Akari had asked that. No... of course, he wasn't alright, but that didn't matter. It didn't change anything, and his own feelings on the matter were of no significant importance. "What about you? Are... you alright?" he couldn't help but ask. The opportunity was there, even if he thought it to be a fruitless effort. There was no point in opening up to Akari about his issues. The guy was going through enough right now, and, Lucian's feelings really didn't matter. He just had to focus on making everything a little better for everyone else. That was... what mattered. That was all that ever mattered. [Read more] |