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Dorky OFFLINE   Forum Posts: 47 |
Posted: Tue, 05/11/2024 04:03 (16 Days ago) |
💛Kalani Akana🐦🔥...and, after all, what would you ever have to worry about? What would there, could there, possibly be that you couldn't deal with? Everything was fun and games, right? Just about having a good time. She stirred into motion, and took in their surroundings with a broad streeeetch of her arms and legs. "Kidnapped, huh?" she asked, flicking her long hair with a long-nailed index finger and blinking her wide eyes. "Well, I must say. I don't remember living here." She clasped her hands together before quickly pulling herself to her feet, earrings clinking as she did so. Kalani hurriedly ran her fingers through their hair, grabbing a dusty spare hair elastic from her pocket. She immediately yanked it through, putting it up in its characteristic ponytail. "Eeeh. But if we were kidnapped, that's junk. We might as well get to know each other! After all, our enemy of our enemy is our friend!" [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 04/11/2024 22:22 (16 Days ago) |
🕊lucian arbred's pov❄️It's better to behave politely towards her. Since we've been caught. It's all we can really do. He nudged Idris gently in the side, giving him a look. "What Idris meant to say is... he's a bit upset at having been interrupted. He's going through a lot right now. I hope you understand. We'd be more than glad to have you join us." [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 04/11/2024 21:40 (16 Days ago) |
🕊️lucian arbred's pov❄️Lucian's eyes widened, his head jerking slightly to the side. He slowly nodded, listening intently. "you think it can be done?" "I'll get into the details once he arrives. For now, we can look for any hidden cameras. I think there's just the one, but we might as well double check." That was a good idea. You could never be too careful. You could never underestimate what... some people could unfortunately be capable of. 'Oh yoo-hoo Kubo! Your knight in shining armour has ari-ii-ved!' Knight in... shining armour? Well. Those were words. That was Idris. "Well, for once Idris, your princess isn't in another castle. You've got two princesses, and a fake murder plot to plan with them." Lucian silently looked himself up and down, wondering if either he or Kubo looked like what would qualify as a 'princess'. The very idea was appalling. But wait. Fake... murder plot? I think I know where this is going. "Lucian's part of the plan. I know him pretty well, and I don't think he's secretly orchestrated this whole killing game... so he'll be helping us. I hope that's okay. This whole business is a three person job." Lucian's heart skipped a beat. Kubo trusted him. He actually trusted him. Although the idea of him being the mastermind did sound a little preposterous. If anyone out there was theorizing about that, he would be very surprised. "Yeah...he doesn't really look like the 'mastermind' type. Unless he's really good at hiding it, then, props to you Lucian." He flinched slightly, taken aback, pulling his scarf up over his face. "who would do such a thing?" he exclaimed in wide-eyed horror. I don't think... even Mei would do that. Was... Idris really excited about a fake murder plot? Well. It was fake. So... that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. But the idea of Idris being excited sounded odd in his memory. "So... the identity of the mastermind. I have a good idea, but if we're going to kill someone we better damn well be right. That's why you're here." He perked up slightly at the sound of that. Kubo had a good idea of who the mastermind was? But.... who? . . . could it be... that person? "You've got a good head on your shoulders. You aren't stupid like Setsuna or Darcy and you're a hell of a lot less arrogant than me. If there's a flaw in my theory, you'll catch it. So..." Okay, ouch. No need to insult everybody. But Kubo did kind of have a point. "Listen carefully, okay? If I'm wrong about anything, I'm trusting you to spot it." What was he going to propose? Lucian waited intently with bated breath. Maybe they could actually pull this off. Lucian kind of felt like he had just faded into the background as Idris spoke and wondered if there was an actual point to him being involved in this plot. Dang, did he just call Kubo Watson? He called THE ULTIMATE DETECTIVE Watson? Damn. [Read more] |
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Posted: Sat, 02/11/2024 16:28 (18 Days ago) |
🕊lucian arbred's pov❄️Lucian was unsurprised. Maybe Kubo didn't know where he belonged. Or maybe... he simply didn't want to think about it. It was a difficult thing to think about, wasn't it? Home. "...so, why did you call me here?" [Read more] |
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Posted: Fri, 01/11/2024 06:28 (20 Days ago) |
🕊lucian arbred's pov❄️Huh? Lucian raised his head. He wasn't sure what he was expecting Kubo to say... but... it certainly wasn't that. "This isn't the place for you. Not here, not somewhere sterile and cold and w-with tiles and crap. You... you belong out in the sun." . . . "out in the sun... huh?" Lucian paused for a moment. Unsure of whether to say what lingered on his mind. I've always loved the cold. "I think... she would have loved the sun." Probably... a garden. Of flowers. Somewhere safe and warm. Being... out in the sun, he thought. What a peculiar concept. Was that what freedom felt like? He was always moving, from place to place. So frantically. He was so tired. So, so very tired... Of having a bad feeling, and walking in to see things were just as he had feared. Of never being able to do enough. Never being able to save everyone... "...where do you think you belong?" he couldn't help but ask. "Let's focus. Idris'll be here any minute now, and I don't want him attacking us when he sees you... if he th-thinks we're trying to p-pull something." Why would he...? And then Lucian remembered... this was Idris they were talking about. He had tried to kill Saeko. They still had to be on their guard around him. Even with the hope of moving forward. "alright. I understand." [Read more] |
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Posted: Fri, 01/11/2024 05:10 (20 Days ago) |
🕊️lucian arbred's pov❄️Oh. That was a good point. Why was he already here? Lucian wasn't sure himself. Not to... ask Kubo about that, certainly not. "you told me to get out of there," he replied flatly. There wasn't really any other response he could feasibly give. After all... he wasn't sure where else to go. His breath hitched, his warm brown eyes flitting around the room, his head turning slightly in accordance with the motion. He numbly fiddled with his hands. "this place... I like it here." He nodded to the infirmary. "it's somewhere people's wounds can be mended. Like when..." He trailed off. Oh, to prevent the murders? Yeah. That had clearly never worked out. And the people who had helped to treat wounds? Lucian swallowed, feeling for where that cut had been on his cheek. Not so long ago. It had already healed, and it just reminded him of... Kaoru was no longer here. Neither was Akora. Akora... who they had found dead in the cafeteria. So soon. So recently. Lucian hadn't known her very well, but he had respect for them. They didn't deserve that. "and... this is that place. Our place. Where we talked." There was just something comforting about it. About the infirmary. It was a peaceful place. Lucian loved it here. . . . And Mei... Could it be they had been treating her wounds so recently? Only to find out she had taken the fall for Setsuna. And was to be executed. Lucian had never liked Mei Akamatsu. But he'd always wanted better for her. He'd always thought she could do better. Be better. And maybe she could have. Maybe that's what this place served as a reminder of. Of all the healing everyone could do... if they only tried. "I guess... I just found it most natural to come here. It's like I belong in this place. In a way." Yes... maybe that was the answer. 💌Darcy Harper's POV🦋🍭Sawyer Laurens's POV📚[Read more] |
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Posted: Fri, 01/11/2024 04:21 (20 Days ago) |
💌Darcy Harper's POV🦋Shoot. That... thought hadn't even occurred to him. But there was an even more startling thought on his mind. Miyako... cared if he got hurt? That was new. But Darcy merely found himself giving Miyako a small smile and a shake of his head. Was Miko willing to perform a suicide bombing? Darcy didn't know what he was capable of. And yet... What does it matter? His life had never really mattered. No matter what he did. "Miyako... it's fine. It's alright." "Well- whatever your methods, you're right. We'll need to bring him back to his dorm. We can lock him in during prom, make sure he won't crash the party." His grip tightened on Miko's wrists, his eyelids fluttering. Right. Prom... they had to get to prom. And then, maybe... His thoughts were interrupted by the most irritating, horrifying noise imaginable. One that none of them could have possibly predicted. One of complete, utter, unmatched horror-- "A WEASEL PRETENDING TO BE A SEAHORSE? YOUR ANALOGIES SUCK! YOU- SUCK AT ANALOGIES!" Darcy's brows furrowed. He huffed tiredly, still tightly gripping onto Miko's wrists. The metal cross clinked slightly as it shook against his sweater's slightly rumpled fabric. "Okay. Very nice, Buffkuma. Very nice. Let's hear it from the Ultimate Comedian." "He really does. Clearly they should leave the talking parts to the grown ups! They have a few workouts before to do before they try roasting us!" Darcy squinted. Did they... seriously think they were great talkers? That was rich. Whatever. They weren't even worth entertaining. Especially not with the situation they had trapped them all i-- "WELL I CAN DO HIM ONE BETTER! All of you are sent back to your rooms! Don't come out until prom at 8 o-clock sharp, you hear?! If I catch any of you in the halls..." Darcy grimaced. What was that utterly horrendous sight? He visibly paled, his body growing cold and stiff. Yet he still clung hastily to Miko's wrists, not daring to- "Wifekuma and I will dress you in your PERSONALIZED prom outfits." No. NO. Nononono. So this was what true despair felt like. "Now get out of here!" Darcy sighed. He slowly, reluctantly let go of Miko's wrists. Red marks were left were there was normally unbelievable paleness. He reached out and grabbed Miko by the scruff of his hoodie. "Listen here, you. You better march RIGHT back over to your room like that abomination told us to..." His eyes narrowed, his face clouding over. His tone lowered in volume, growing somehow colder "Or I will personally cause you unspeakable pain before killing you myself. Have I made that clear?" 🕊️lucian arbred's pov❄️Lucian's footsteps echoed almost silently against the floor with every step he took. He was used to being quiet. Not making any noise, even when you wanted to. You couldn't risk making a sound. Couldn't let them hear you. I don't know what this is about... But he had to show up. The therapist knew that very well. Whatever it was, it was important. And he wasn't going to miss it for anything. Everything would work itself out in the end. 🍭Sawyer Laurens's POV📚. . . No. No. No. Please. Not again. I don't want to go back. I don't want to go back. I DON'T WANT TO GO BACK I DON'T WANT TO----- Running. Runn ing. R u n n i ng. I don't know where to. Anywhe re is be tt er than the re I don't want I don't want to go back n ot now no t e ver [Read more] |
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Posted: Fri, 01/11/2024 02:00 (20 Days ago) |
❄️lucian arbred's pov🕊️dangerous. And as Kubo nudged him in that moment, telling him he should go... he couldn't help himself but to recall a time not so different from this one. Like all the dangers he had faced before. That he would probably face again, in some form or another. Life was so unbearably violent. The world was so unbearably violent. It was a truth he knew all too well. That he recognized all too well. And, under any other circumstance, he would have intervened. He would have told everyone not to fight. He would have told them all that wasn't the answer. That maybe, just maybe, there had been a misunderstanding. But, he knew better than that, didn't he? Siblings. People from the same home. People that shared the same experiences, the same parents, the same... everything. He didn't know how he hadn't seen it before. Mika, no, Miko... Miko Hiroto had built a bomb. And he had just tried to kill his sister. Who knew who else he would take a shot at, if given the chance? And for once... just once... Lucian did not feel compelled to intervene. He did not feel compelled to tell everyone to stop. He just... He... He did what Kubo had asked of him. And he got out of there. His heart pounded in his ears the whole time. He just kept asking himself, over and over, as he clutched his notes tightly to his chest, tugging anxiously at his scarf... What the hell am I doing? 💌Darcy Harper's POV🦋Darcy whipped around, snapped out of his bleary, dazed thoughts, which were mostly rolling his eyes at Sawyer internally, and wondering who the hell here he could actually speak to. And then he snapped upward, diving to grab Mika... no, Miko, by the wrists, tackling him to the floor. Not again not again not again not again... Not when he could do something about it. I'm not any better. I'm not any better. But... "What the actual F**K?! Miko. Do you realize what you've just done?" Darcy shouted, his bright blue eyes blazing with hate. "You almost- YOU ALMOST KILLED MIYAKO. YOUR OWN SISTER. We need to restrain this maniac!" And when he looked into He saw... a monster. A hidden monster, but a monster. One that has to be stopped. "Miyako. How can you be so casual about this? HE JUST TRIED TO KILL YOU!" Her own brother... huh? Mei's voice still crept in the back of Darcy's mind. Gripping coldly at his shoulders, with that snide, coldly familiar, slitted smile. He tried to ignore it. He tried desperately to ignore the shivers that went down his spine. That made his hands and wrists shake, even as he firmly gripped Miko's. This- this creep. He was absolutely insane. And Darcy... Darcy, no matter who he was. He had- he had to make at least one thing right. "We have to restrain him. For everyone's safety. He's not to be trusted." He squinted in Buffkuma's and Wifekuma's direction. "CAN YOU STOP? Miko's attempt at throwing a bomb was about as graceful as a weasel pretending to be a seahorse, but this is a serious moment!" 🍭Sawyer Laurens's POV📚It was loud. So, so loud. And just where had they heard that before? Maybe in a movie . . . maybe in a video game . . . maybe in a faraway memory, a faraway dream. . . . Or maybe... Everyone was shouting. Something shocking had apparently happened. The word the teddy bears used was murder. Something... they were apparently all too happy about. But no one else seemed to be happy. Especially not the angel. The angel didn't seem to be very happy. Quite angry, actually. Darcy . . . ? They slowly got up from the table. Yes, there was... Certainly something off about... . . . Was that what everyone was so upset about? It certainly looked like whatever that explosion had caused had wrecked the place. Explosion?... Where had they seen that before? Had they... seen that before? I think I've heard that word before. There was this talk about siblings. Sawyer... didn't have any of those. At least, they thought... they... didn't. "You're acting like somebody just killed your brother!" "I don't have a brother." That straight, short green hair... that dark and proper outfit. Beads dangling from her neck, with a cross on the end. Almost doll-like, so fragile, with that little clip in her hair. A tired but almost patient smile. Almost reminded them all too much of someone else. Someone it didn't seem right to lose. Someone who was always there... But I can't remember. Why can't I remember? There were other people, who were always there too. Always there, always there, always there. Smiling. Happy. Helpful. Loving. Always smiling. Never unhappy. Nothing but blissful freedom. Until the wretched place, where they take it all away. They say you can't see the outside. But why is that? Why must you look at it from within those confines? Taking away all the color, and you're left with nothing left. Nothing left. I felt so numb, I felt so numb, I felt so numb, I felt so numb. I couldn't remember. I couldn't remember. I couldn't remember. No matter how much they wanted me to. They took away all the joy. All the freedom. Was it because I was different? Because I couldn't make sense of those pictures? And I could never make sense of that, either. How a girl so kind... could do something so cruel. But words from those lips could convince anybody. Anybody... but me. "I have to say." Sawyer blinked, shaking their head. "That really was a sucky murder, you know? If you're going to bomb someone, you can't do it with quite so many witnesses." Especially not Mimi. She's slippery. [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 16/10/2024 03:03 (1 Month ago) |
🍭SAWYER LAURENS'S POV📚Sawyer's eyes widened. "Of course, IT WAS YOU!" They batted at Shi with the butter knife. (Darcy watched from a distance while facepalming with a groan.) ❄️ lucian arbred's pov🕊Lucian visibly squinted. Okay, Ultimate Detector, he thought. Earlier, he had been willing to excuse Kubo hiding his talent, because it didn't seem to be for nefarious reasons. But even his eye twitched a little upon hearing that bit of hypocrisy from him. Most of all though... he still wanted to know what was going on with Mika. [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 15/10/2024 21:51 (1 Month ago) |
❄️lucian arbred's pov🕊️Lucian nodded, swallowing slightly. His neck bobbed slightly as he did so, but it’s not like you would see it underneath his scarf, which he clutched at like a lifeline. Perhaps he was holding onto her in a way, by doing so. It covered him, covered his scars, those echoing reminders of the past. As Kubo thanked him then, he smiled, just a little. But there was something sad about it. ”...of course. What are friends for?” He betrayed a bittersweet hint of hurt in those words. So slight, so subtle, that Kubo might not have even caught it. Friends. That was what they were. And there was no point in thinking of anything else. Anything more. And how could he even afford to think of such a thing, during such a dire time? Then again… Lucian couldn’t recall a time when his life hadn’t been quite so dire. When everything had been alright. When he wasn’t protecting everyone he held dear. And maybe, just maybe, he could protect Kubo too. Like he’d promised. "Okay." Lucian could only nod at that acknowledgment. He couldn’t help but wonder if there was more on Kubo’s mind, or… no. Perhaps not. He was a very troubled person, but it couldn’t be that. "Not that I'm aware of..." ...oh. Right. Of course. ”I see.” That was all he could think of to say. What else was there? "Is it just me, or is that person staring at us?" Lucian froze. He slowly turned over, noting… wasn’t that Mika Uyehara? What was he doing, skulking around like that? ”Um… pardon me. It’s not very polite to eavesdrop. Did you have something to say?” Lucian knew there were often situations where you couldn’t get the answers out of others directly. There were… plenty of them. But, given Mika’s talent, and how he had lied about it… Kubo had done that too. But he wasn’t a specialist in weapons.   Show
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"Please do not build a bomb. It is an unsafe venture for both you, and whoever you're bombing." Oh… Kaoru… was still with us back then.  No, Sawyer, that’s not- He couldn’t help but glance over at them for a moment. Still causing chaos, even when their memory was so foggy… Lucian furrowed his brows. ”Mika Uyehara… what are you planning?” 🍭SAWYER LAURENS’S POV📚Sawyer felt like they had just activated a video game cutscene. Wait. Oh. Yeah. That makes sense. Sawyer equipped a butter knife from the table and started swinging it. “Oh, yeah?! Well, you TOTALLY killed my father! So, pay for that!” Perfect. A classic line. Probably. . . . "Oy! No touchy!" Sawyer’s eyes widened as the yoshi was flung from their grasp, and swallowed by the Mimi(?) abyss. They gasped, and grabbed their own wrist, staring at it, dropping the butter knife with a CLANG! . . . "We must put our differences aside! Protect the yoshis, Shi! There's a dino snatcher on the loose!” “A dino snatcher?!” Sawyer glanced left and right. “Where?” Put our… differences aside. That sentence numbly repeated itself in their head. [Read more] |
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Posted: Fri, 11/10/2024 04:31 (1 Month ago) |
❄️lucian arbred's pov🕊️"I need you to meet up with me in the infirmary after dinner. Don't tell anyone." Oh. The infirmary? But why? Why that specifically? And... it needed to be confidential. Which would be something Lucian would understand. Especially if it was just for another one of their sessions together. But this... seemed different. Very different. He opened his mouth slightly, about to ask why, but then, Kubo explained further. "Idris'll be there. You can ask him if you're worried. I just need you to be there, okay?" "...alright. I understand. I'll be there." Lucian pondered it, for a moment. His mind swirled with questions. Of course he hadn't suspected Kubo of anything dubious. Not completely, anyway. He wanted to trust him. He met Kubo's gaze once again, this time head-on. "I don't have any idea what this is about. But, if it's really that important to you... I'll see you there. And we can sort out whatever you need to talk about. Okay?" I'll always be there for you. Like I promised. "Was there... anything else you wished to speak with me about?" There was almost something he longed to ask him. But he just couldn't say it. Not directly. 🍭SAWYER LAURENS'S POV📚to... . . . They almost thought they heard something along the lines of-- "Sawyer? What are you- oh my gosh." Miyako. Huh. Right... that was... Miyako. And... well. Sawyer didn't think they ever had much of an idea who the heck that other person was. Liquid. Liquid everywhere. Mannequin... right. A mannequin. In pieces. I didn't know those were sharp. Why would someone... want to pierce a doll? That looked like a person...? almost. That's not right. Sawyer's hands swooped behind their back and they beamed at Miyako. They were smiling so hard that it almost seemed... forced. Had anyone looked, they'd see pretty much the majority of their braces. "Hii, Mimiii! Whatcha got there? Are those Yoshis?" No. Wait. Scratch it, scratch that. Sawyer picked up one of the Yoshis(?) from the table and stared at it, blinking over and over. They tilted their head to the side. "Huh. That's odd! Did these ones get... left behind?" 💌Darcy Harper's POV🦋Darcy cupped his hands together, pursing his lips and closing his eyes. They wondered if they should go after Sawyer or not. Maybe... probably. It was a little frustrating sometimes. The way that he often had to look out for them. As much as he did. And they'd been acting so... strange. No, strange was how they usually were. That was normal. Besides... Darcy slowly opened his bleary blue eyes, stained with messy, blackish mascara. He cupped the right side of his face with his hand, letting out a weary sigh. Sawyer was making a fool of themself as usual... honestly. He was surprised they hadn't made a Triassic Playground reference. In his lonely, absentminded state, Darcy wasn't sure what to do. Or who to talk to. Kubo? That would just be awkward. Idris? Oh, again, would you look at that, AWKWARD. Heyy, buddy. Sorry about all that stuff I said to Mei that might have just pushed her further over the edge. Setsuna? He was probably too busy making snow angels with Sutaraitsu or... whatever the hell those two did. Sawyer? Well. Not a good idea for obvious reasons. Miyako? ...ugh. Not her. No. The list just went on and on and on... But he couldn't help but notice Mika Uyehara out of the corner of his eye. What was he doing? [Read more] |
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Posted: Fri, 11/10/2024 03:15 (1 Month ago) |
❄️lucian arbred's pov🕊Lucian's brown eyes widened slightly, his eyebrows shooting up as he whipped around to face Kubo. He had been jolted out of his thoughts to hear that familiar voice. The one that always made his heart skip a beat. It was... such a relief to see him again. . . . "oh! Kubo? it's... you." His tone was gentle, soft, betraying only a slight note of surprise. A slight smile crept up on him, as his eyes met those of the Ultimate Detective once again. It felt like so long since they'd spoken last... and yet, it really hadn't been that long at all. "You have a minute? I have something to ask you... something important." Something... important? Lucian's heart leaped. He fiddled cautiously with his scarf, clasping it gently between his fingers. His heart stirred slightly, almost breathlessly in the way that it pounded, albeit so carefully. With the event that Monokuma was to be putting upon them all... he couldn't help but wonder if... Yet, he couldn't dare hope for that. Could he? "ah... yes. O-Of course. What do you need?" He silently cursed the heat that flowed to his cheeks, for it might give him away when... if... If I have the wrong idea. 💌Darcy Harper's POV🦋Ugh. I'm sure she would have left me to die if she could have. Even after that. At the same time, he wasn't entirely sure if he blamed her. Anyone else would have. Even if he had protected her from some terrifying Monokuma abomination... it didn't mean she owed him anything. She wouldn't have even thought twice about him just being left to die. Completely, entirely forgotten. But Darcy couldn't help but dwell on one thing in particular. The plan to get out of the school. Was it even feasible? He hoped they could all find a way out, but it just didn't seem too likely. He didn't want to dare hope about it. And Sawyer was despondent, as usual, these days. So, so very quiet. So unlike their typically chaotic self. Darcy couldn't help but feel like something was on their mind, what that was, he could never say. But especially not now. Their eyes would move from side to side, as though merely silently observing everyone. It was almost... creepy. Darcy never thought he'd use that word to describe Sawyer. Sawyer was clumsy, ditzy, a total mess, absolutely scatterbrained, and sometimes even a bit dumb and impulsive. But they were never creepy. Quiet. Distant. Calculated. No, that seemed much more fitting a description of other people here. They had seemed relieved when they saw that Darcy was alive. When he'd come back, through... he didn't even know, after Kubo came to get him... well. Sawyer had blinked and stared in puzzlement for only a few moments, before they ran forward and hugged him. Darcy had smiled slightly, softly, relieved to see them again. Relieved to see them alive and well. But Sawyer kept uttering that one thing over and over... How they "couldn't afford to lose Darcy" and "That isn't supposed to happen. Not again. Not again. Not again. Not again." When Darcy had inquired... "Sawyer... are you referring to when... I left?" ". . ." They'd just stared at him, silently, with the most peculiar expression. It was almost like... They knew. He didn't know HOW Sawyer knew. Nobody knew. ESPECIALLY not them. How could... how could they know? Of all people. . . . Especially... when their memories were such a mess. How could they realize? How could they know? I don't know if I can even hope for that much. Darcy hoped Sawyer's memory would come back. They were behaving so strangely. They were always weird! But not like this. Not... creepy weird. Not quiet. So quiet. That wasn't Sawyer. Looking at everyone with such familiarity, and yet such alienation. He had only one hope... to help them remember. And he had to put his trust, his faith, his intuition into that. Darcy could only hope. [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 07/10/2024 02:57 (1 Month ago) |
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Gender: Transfeminine + Non-binary (She/they, prefers feminine and androgynous pronouns.) Age: 24 years old Birthday: July 4th (Nothing to do with 'Murica, I just associate them with fireworks) Personality: A chaotic, flamboyant fellow who is something of a jokester. She lives life in the fast lane, the type to appreciate the present and the good things as they come. They tend to be way too chill about the most difficult of situations, always maintaining that carefree "whatever" sort of vibe. Even when things get especially bad, Kalani pretty much never takes anything seriously. She can often come across as insensitive when it comes to other people's feelings, often just expecting people to chill out when they experience difficulties. Kalani is rather ill-suited when it comes to emotional manners, preferring to just move on and brush things off or take a more practical approach. Which doesn't always work when she deals with more emotional people. Personality Type: ExTP (either Ne-Ti-Fe-Si or Se-Ti-Fe-Ni. Depends on how she turns out.) 7w8 sp/so 738 SCUEI FLVE Chaotic Neutral Sanguine [Dominant] Description: []Height: 5'5" (165.1 cm) []Weight: 121 lbs (~54.88 kg) []Skin Tone: Chestnut. []Hair Style: Mostly curly with partial waves. As seen in the photo, they keep it tied back in a messy ponytail, with perky bangs that cover almost her entire forehead. Short, swervy locks partially cover her ears. Part of their hair is braided behind their ear. []Hair Colour: Medium Brown []Eye Colour: Bright yellow! Natural color is brown, but they wear colored contacts. []Clothes: As depicted in the photo, Kalani typically dresses rather eccentric, perfectly befitting of her personality. They're the type of person to not wear a lot of layers, preferring tank tops, crop tops, t-shirts, shorts, skorts, and skirts. She also often sports flip-flops or sandals. []Accessories: Golden triangles dangle from their ears. Also has a couple piercings directly attached to her ears, in the shape of lightning bolts, as is depicted in the photo. Also sports a tiny dapper hat that is portrayed in the photo. Has tiny white fake flowers around her neck. []Other: Has freckles on and around her nose. Also on their shoulders, although it is not depicted in the photo. History: Kalani Akana had a rather normal and untroubled childhood. Nothing much to speak of. She was given the freedom to what she wanted, to be whoever they wanted to be, and yet her parents were more so what you would call indifferent. They let her do pretty much whatever she wanted, without pushing much of anything on them. There were never really any expectations, which did lead Kalani to become a bit unhinged. They were never taught morals or any sort of limits. However, she also didn't really have reason to despair, as love and support were things she had never truly known. Nor had they known any extreme abuse or neglect. Only indifference. Sexuality: Pansexual 🩷💛💙 Voice Claim: I'll think of one, maybe. [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 07/10/2024 02:45 (1 Month ago) |
♟️Laurence Walton's POV📖Of course. It figures she'd be completely incompetent as usual. He didn't know why he even bothered asking at that point. "Oh, right. Of course you of all people wouldn't be able to offer any assistance. I suppose I'll have t-" He looked to the left and right, about to set off in search of them, or to maybe inquire about their whereabouts, before the dreaded moron herself answered his question for him. When he had been just about to draw such an obvious conclusion himself. "Whoops! They're not here! Too bad for you, then." Ugh. He hated that stupid cheesy grin on her face. "Can you not take anything seriously?!" he scoffed. He pinched the sides of his nose, inhaling sharply. No, no, he couldn't let her ruin this opportunity for him. He'd solve it all by himself if he had to. Which he probably would. Focus, Laurence. Focus. "Jing Yu and Cali Mabey... that's what it said on the sheet. If you can find them, you'll be ahead of me, in any case." "Right. I'll be seeing you around then." Hopefully not anytime soon. After all, he could solve this just fine on his own. And even if he had to work with... with this- impudent waste of space and potential- well. He wasn't going to let that drag him down. He would rise to the challenge, even if he was going to do everything in his power to avoid her as much as humanly possible, and then after they had both served the remainder of their punishment Hopefully not. Though, unfortunately for Laurence Walton, fate had other plans. 🌹Cadence Laurier’s POV👠Cadence Laurier adjusted her signature large, red square glasses, humming out a simple “Yes, thank you,” as the person serving her refilled her coffee. It was always important to have plenty of caffeine for the energy needed to get as much done as possible. And even when Cadence was out traveling, she could scarcely tear herself away from her work. She had brought a number of her papers with her from the agency. After all, it was a challenge to be at the top. Everyone would always try to knock you off your throne… the one you’d worked your ass off for and damn well deserved. Also, it just paid the bills. Oh, but speaking of those kinds of people… Cadence heard a commotion going on in the next train car over. And, oh! Wasn’t this juicy… that crackjob Mawer was playing cards with the rest of the scraps. Well. That was certainly intriguing. … She was always ahead of schedule anyway. Besides… This wouldn’t be a mere worthless expenditure. Something that those lazy worthless hacks often did, always waiting until the last minute for the most important things. This had purpose. She did always love to have all the information. And in this case, she would have all the cards in her hand. Cadence Laurier pretended not to notice them, that she was merely wandering through the cars, and happened to look up and see the card playing, a perfect look of mock surprise plastered upon her face. “Oh, Mawer. What a surprise. Are you engaging in some harmless fun? Or gambling all your money away in the form of chips?” She leaned over, giving the people at the table a sickly lipsticked smile. “What are you all playing? I would love to know… if that’s quite alright.” 🧣Eloi Torres's POV🌧When he was with Niwa, he knew there was someone there. A friend, someone he could depend on. Someone who also believed in superheroes. Someone who could believe in him when he didn’t believe in himself. Someone who didn’t make fun of him, belittle him constantly… he wasn’t even sure how he had gotten selected here in the first place. And yet, he’d managed. Eloi was going to figure it out somehow, by himself. …right. By myself. Okay, I can do that. 🍭Sawyer Laurens’s POV📚💝Cali Mabey’s POV💐🥽Suzume Fujimori’s POV🧪Suzume cleaned up her supplies for the day and headed out. There was nothing more that could possibly be said. Nothing more that could possibly be done. It was just like any other day. Any other day, where she would go to work, do what was required of her. And she would love it. She was doing what she was passionate about. Ugh. Her head hurt… for some reason. It didn’t make much sense. Nothing was making sense. That wasn’t right. Everything always made sense. She could… always make sense of everything. But something was wrong. There was something… distinctly wrong. "Good evening, Sir. Is there something you wish to speak to me about?" [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 02/10/2024 04:24 (1 Month ago) |
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Posted: Wed, 02/10/2024 03:40 (1 Month ago) |
💌Darcy Harper's POV🦋The way Kubo spoke those words seemed as though he had never pondered them before. Darcy wondered briefly, then, if Kubo had trusted anyone in his life. Perhaps... at one point in time... one entirely different from this one... he had. And it hadn't ended well for him, to say the least. ...when Darcy thought about it, who could he really say he trusted? There were only things you could trust. Things you could count on. Not people. The only person that he could name, that he had ever trusted... was Sawyer. And... "I don't intend to die here. And if I die, I'll die as myself and no more no less. I've already said I'll say sorry, so I don't see how any of that's your problem." Right. Dying as... himself. Darcy hardly saw how that was a good thing, given who Kubo was, and yet... "No. She didn't die protecting me. She died hating me." Did she? A stabbing guilt pierced at Darcy's gut. He clutched his side once again, as though the words had cut right through him. Protecting someone... someone who wasn't even worth it. Someone like... . . . "She hated me. And that's the truth of the matter. Even if she held love for me at some point, she was destined to hate me, because she was Catholic, and I was-" Sawyer and I, we weren't destined to hate one another. Were we? And yet... What could Darcy really say on the matter? Belief. Belief, or lack of it, thereof, could separate people. It always did. People would be leaps and bounds apart, no matter how far they tried to reach. No matter how hard they tried to reach each other. I never told you the truth about that day. . . . Will I... ever? "Mature, yep, that's me. Thanks for recognising it. Why not we talk about this later?" Darcy's mouth opened very slightly, as though he was finally about to break his silence. But he merely nodded. Right... later. And, oh. Of course he ignored that. Whatever... typical of him anyway. "Well, whatever it is... I'm heading back to my dorm now. You'd better find yours too. Your roommate..." Right. Of... course. "Hm... well, you should get some rest. You're pretty beat up." "...right. See you around, I guess. Thanks again... for finding me." Darcy turned around and walked away. There was nothing left to say. [Read more] |
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💌Darcy Harper's POV🦋No, maybe he was right. Maybe that was... . . . In that moment... Darcy almost thought he could see himself. When he saw him. Kubo Atsushi, who wanted so badly just to get by, his lying about his talent so painfully obvious. But no one could just let him do that. When Darcy thought about it, there was a lot of pressure involved with that kind of thing. And... surely, everyone did have the right for hostility towards him, given how he had behaved. And yet... Darcy couldn't help but wonder if, maybe it wasn't entirely deserved. Maybe there was some truth to that. That lie, that he was that stammery kid he had pretended to be, so as not to be attacked. He didn't know how to be anything else. Anything other than some hopeless ball of awkwardness or a stone-cold jerk that just pushed everybody away. "No, I did," Darcy concluded finally. "I really did. When you realized what you were dealing with... you just wanted to be left alone. You didn't want to be put through that again." You try so hard... you put in all that effort. And yet, it's never enough. "Pot meet kettle. As if half the people in this dump- (including YOU)- don't already have trust issues. I can't imagine that any of us will be walking away from this place without some freshly acquired mental problems." Darcy visibly stiffened. He clenched at his own side with his hand, as though he had been stabbed. "Yes... that's right," he murmured. "Horatia. Kaoru. Futatabi. Mei. Akora. They're all... dead." And there were two killers still among them. Solaro, and Setsuna. Setsuna... who, however noble his reasons, had almost committed murder himself. Darcy exhaled hastily. "You're right. You're... right. I don't suppose any of us are going to walk out of this unscathed. But..." Oh, jeez. What do I even say to that? He's right, isn't he? No... that doesn't sound right. "You have to trust somebody," Darcy said finally. "It might not be wise, given the situation, but it's all you can do to remain halfway sane." I'm so tired... I don't want to go back. Not again. I'm so tired... so tired of testifying. "Who are you to tell me how my mind works? Who I am is who I am. You don't know what my life's been like, or who I want to be. Sure, I'm a sh***y person. Maybe that puts me at higher risk of dying or whatever, but that's my prerogative. I'll play nice from now on, so what's your point?" Darcy almost startled bristling, like some sort of deranged wild animal. "You're RIGHT!" he barked. "I don't know what your life's been like. I don't know how your mind works. But what I do know is that your trauma is no excuse to be an a*sh*le, Kubo. Just--" Darcy clutched the cross around his neck tightly, huffing and panting over and over as he attempted to calm down. "I'm not talking about survival, Kubo. If you die here... is this really how you want to go out doing it?" "Right. It's- whatever. You'll play nice. Okay. I guess." "People say they'll change all the time. But let's be honest here, how many really do? Lucian's... special. He's a good person, or as close to one as you can get. What can you say about other people, really though? Everyone fakes it. Manners, smiles, little 'I love you's? Love doesn't last, and neither does any of that. Soon it's off to to screamsville while the kids hide in the closet. Don't try and sell me any of that 'people can change' crap. You're either born good, or you're born bad, and there's nothing you can do to change it. Some people are lucky, and they don't realise they're a piece of s**t until the day they die, because they never know just what they've done. They're stupid. They don't realise they've killed the kid across the street, because none of the things they said that drove him to hang himself simply weren't important to them. That's what people do. Hurt and hurt and hurt, most without ever even seeing it. Sure, some people are born to help people. Lucian's one of them. But they're not the majority. Most of us are just murderers waiting for the chance, and we're so stupid we don't realise we're just how screwed up we really are." Darcy stared him down, for a long time, scarcely blinking, before lowering his gaze. "You know... if... you go on thinking like that... then that's exactly why you can't change. You just think there's no hope for you. Or that it's impossible. You can say Lucian's born good if you want, but..." Darcy paused, lingering over the words. "You don't know what my life's been like, or who I want to be." They replayed in his head, almost instinctively. "Can we... really say we know what Lucian's life has been like, Kubo? Maybe you do. But I sure don't. Maybe... he went through a lot of screwed up things too. Heck, maybe he's somehow a terrible person. But some people... they go to those efforts, they say those things, they do those things, because they really care." He gritted his teeth, his hands slowly clenching into fists. "But... I? Myself? I don't even know." Maybe she was right. "I think... we all like to think we're good people. But who the hell even knows what that means? But it's just... the things people go through. That changes them in the first place. Shapes them into who they are, or something." Darcy felt at the string of the cross hanging around his neck. This place... was starting to feel suffocating. Tiring. So... so dusty. So old. Put away at the back of an attic. Not even given a room to call your own. So doll-like, all you were was a doll. Something nice to be put on display. Nothing permanent. A pretty lie. "You can say... people are all good, or all bad. And, hell, it probably sounds strange. Coming from me of all people. But... you know... not even..." Mei. That's it. "Not even Mei was completely screwed up! Did you see what she did for Setsuna back then? And... and she... she confessed to me. All those twisted things she did. All the deals she made, the people she killed. And even she found it in her to perform something... kind. To do something good. Once in her life. Maybe there's good and bad in everybody. And what matters is what we act on." And... there was her, too. I guess. "And... Kaoru... she... died protecting you, didn't she?" "This murder game... it's a bit of a work of art, isn't it? It forces us to address the demons in us, and come right out and tell everyone how horrible we really are. I said some awful stuff to Lucian and Idris back there. And I hate myself for it, but really, I just hate myself because I know I meant it." "You... meant it, huh?" Darcy lingered on the thought. Kubo had meant it. He'd meant all those awful things he said. "And I know that... most people would deny that. I'd have denied it a while ago, when I was that 'timid, stammery kid' of yours. But now I... I know that I'm destined for hell. Kaoru knew it too, from the moment she met me." "Kubo, that's... actually..." But he didn't get a chance to say anything. "But still, I... I promise, I can play nice. I can know all these things, and still play nice for you Darcy." So many thoughts rushed through Darcy's head. All the things he knew he was supposed to say, like... how that wasn't true. How... it was all just an excuse. How Kubo wasn't truly terrible. That he was choosing not to change. Yet... "So please. Just leave me alone a little while longer. I don't want to know you, and you don't want to know me, not really. So don't sell me any of that 'redemption' bull." And yet, there was only one thought, one sentence, that came from Darcy's parted lips. "Kubo, that's actually... really mature of you." And, quietly, so quietly, he murmured, "...far more... mature than I am." Than I ever will be. "I don't need redemption. I just need peace and quiet... for a little while longer. I promise you, you'll get a return on your investment." "Right. Peace... and quiet. Okay. That... sounds nice, actually." "Yeah. And I'm just a detective. So maybe let me do my job, huh? I'll let you make chocolates, and you can let me get us outta here. Sound like a fair trade?" The remark stung far more than Darcy anticipated. But, ouch, this guy was always nothing short of harsh. Whatever, really. "Sure. Do you... even like chocolates?" Darcy wasn't even sure why such a nonsensical question came to mind. He seemed like a coffee flavor kind of guy. Maybe... Darcy just didn't want to think about it right now. All the thoughts, that couldn't help but circulate... "Uh... that's not important. Come on, move..." "Right." Of course, not important to the Darcy too, screamed, when it hit, half-expecting to die. He swore he saw his entire (incredibly sad and pathetic) life flash before his eyes. But... "What the- What just happened?" "I... don't know," Darcy coughed, brushing himself off. He squinted, glancing at their surroundings. "Although, whatever it was, I can't say I'm surprised. Given everything that's happened so far." Who knows... what else will turn out, that I always thought to be unthinkable. 🍭Sawyer Laurens's POV📚As usual, they couldn't seem to bring themself to feel it. To care. Why would they when they didn't understand what was going on? But there was something... off. They could feel it. When they looked at her. When she spoke... There was something strange about the words. Something was not quite right. And Sawyer didn't know how they knew this... how they knew this, when... She was but a scarce blurry memory. And why she wanted it. 🕊️lucian arbred's pov❄️. . . I don't know why I didn't intervene. Inaction always caused the worst of things. The last thing you wanted to stand by and do, was nothing. So why did he find himself merely watching, as Idris and Miyako spoke? Lucian knew that he didn't trust Miyako. He couldn't trust Miyako. Not once since that day. And he... he wasn't the type to hold grudges. But she just... always gave him a bad feeling. It always seemed like she was sneaking around. Like he never knew what exactly went on in her head. What she was doing. Lucian found himself about to walk away from the pit. Sawyer seemed to still be staring down into it. But the vacant, faraway look in their eyes was replaced with something else. It seemed like they were trying really hard to piece something together... something important. "Sawyer... can we talk?" They didn't seem to hear him. Lucian waved a hand adjacent to their face. "Sawyer?..." Sawyer blinked. They turned to look at Lucian, squinting slightly, as though they weren't wearing their glasses, and couldn't quite see him. "Me?" they asked. "That's me, right? That seems to be the alias thingy everybody's telling me I'm called." Lucian sighed. "yes. Do you keep forgetting everything? No matter how hard you try?" That kind of thing could definitely prove to be troublesome. Both for Sawyer in their relationships, and this whole Killing Game situation. And Lucian couldn't help but feel like... nobody was helping them with this like they should be. Perhaps they didn't know how to try. "I dunno. Kinda, I guess. Mmm! I feel like I know you from somewhere. There's something so familiar about you, like some kind of faraway dream!" "right. It's just... that's because we were friends. are." Lucian patted them on the shoulder gently. "I know this must be difficult for you. maybe we could try to jog your memory someho-" Sawyer's eyes immediately widened, and they swatted Lucian away. "No. Nonono! No way. I don't- I don't want to remember, I-" They clutched at the sides of their head, visibly grimacing. "Please... don't make me remember. I- not again. I can't. I don't-" Not... again? Lucian felt at the spot where Sawyer had swatted him, his eyes widening. "Sawyer... what do you mean by..." "Please. Not again." Maybe it's best not to press the matter... whatever it is. "It's just... the way you were looking at Miyako... earlier." ". . . Miyako?" Oh. Right. "White hair. Hoodie. Super bright blue eyes. Snarky expression." Lucian listed off the physical features on his fingers. "The... way you were looking at her earlier," he explained, hesitating before finally saying it. "I want to know what that was all about." [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 30/09/2024 03:26 (1 Month ago) |
💌Darcy Harper's POV🦋Oh, he did. Darcy sure did. Darcy remembered everything, absolutely everything, and it was a curse. He remembered the regret as those words slipped from his mouth in that moment, and how it had been the time before. And the time before that. The cold, bitter harshness of the words that rolled off of Kubo's tongue... he couldn't say he blamed him for. Not after what he'd just said. Not after everything I caused. "I-" For a second, Darcy thought he caught remorse in Kubo's tone, in his eyes. Flickering across his features, concentrated into that singular word. Just one syllable, just one referral, just one letter, that said so much, and betrayed so little. But it was enough. "Shut up. Just- stop talking." Darcy's lips parted slightly, in that moment, as though he were about to do the opposite. Yet, then, that regret... that reminder of his own hypocrisy, contained in every word that was said, that should have been left unsaid... perhaps he should choose to keep contained. So, there was no snark in him there. Perhaps someone like Miyako would have called Kubo out further, or Idris would prolong the argument if he had the energy. But Darcy Harper, as much as he hated Kubo Atsushi, did not wish to prolong this conflict. And so with heavy eyes, and dulled features, he merely nodded ever so slightly, merely swallowing any and all words that could have possibly broken through. He didn't want to fight. He just wanted to call him out. He just--- I can't forgive you, if you don't at least acknowledge what you've done. Yes. That was all there was to it. Of course, right? And yet that singular word still rung in Darcy's ears, that he knew as surely as the toll of the funeral bell. The funeral which he- . . . No, that's not right. It wasn't... that wasn't the case. So why did it feel like it was? Why did it feel like no matter how hard he tried, he could never wash himself free of the blood, the shame, that had never once tainted his hands? He had done nothing wrong. Nothing- nothing of that sort, anyway- nothing- "I know. I know you don't regret it. But still... I owe you a 'f**k you' for that one, Darcy." Darcy couldn't help but laugh slightly at that. "Ah. I can't say I blame you... I did lay a hand on you, after all." I never... acted out. I always just stood there. Why couldn't I just... It was always what he said. It was never what he did. "You know, I remember that as surely as if it was yesterday, Kubo." His voice too came out hoarsely. "I thought you were just a timid, stammery kid... someone who could break apart with a single touch." The thought lingered in the air, with the silence, at the memory. "I suppose it wasn't that long ago... though. I actually felt bad for you, you know. When Miyako drew on your face that day." I decided to extend a small kindness. Even if he had done nothing to earn it. "You had trust issues," he breathed definitively. "So much difficulty trusting people. And... hell, I think you still do." Darcy awkwardly crossed his arm across his chest, rubbing his hand against his side. "You thought every act of kindness, people just did it to gain something out of you. You must have thought that of Lucian too, I imagine." "Pot meet kettle. Look, D-Darcy, if you can't handle me, if you say I'm rude and entitled for who I am, then screw you too. I h-hate you. I think you're annoying, self-absorbed, and most of all, the most self-righteous POS I've ever met. You pretend to be better than everyone else, when in reality you're just like the rest of us. A stupid kid who does nothing but impede our trials and make a fool of himself." . . . Oh. Yeah. He honestly should have seen this coming. And yet... he didn't even feel angry. Why should Kubo Atsushi's opinion matter to him? What did he know about what it meant to be a good person? He was about to respond, when... "And before you interrupt me, let me finish. I'm not saying... you're wrong. I'm definitely those things, so that's why we we're not meant to be friends. I can't change how I was raised, or the fact that I don't like or want to like any of the people here. It's screwed up, but it's who I am, and it's who you are. And... about Lucian... you're absolutely right. I shouldn't have said any of those things. Even to someone I hate, I shouldn't say any of that. Not to someone who was just trying to be kind to me." ...Who I am, huh. "You know... Kubo." Darcy slowly crossed his arms, pausing, as he fought to find the words. His brows furrowed slightly, trying to process what was being said... to make sense of it... "It's not who you are. At least, it doesn't have to be. That's just an excuse," he snapped. He gritted his teeth, inhaling, seething, begging himself to calm down. "I know that's rich... coming from... me, of all people," Darcy added hesitantly, his tone softening only slightly. "Ugh. Jeez. I'm starting to sound like him, aren't I? Spouting all that cheesy, idealistic... stuff. But... saying it's just the way you are. That's no good. That's nothing but an excuse." Just like I... ... "It is a lot. It's way too much of a lot. And I should've told him that instead of walking away. You're an idiot, Darcy, but to hell with it, I'm worse of one. I've been saying all this stupid stuff. To you, to myself, and most of all, to Lucian." "Oh, I'M an idiot? I'm not the one..." Breathe. Just breathe. "...never mind. I've... said some things I regret, too. I can admit that. But you know, those aren't the only people you've been saying that to. Look, I'm... really not some naive, overly idealistic sap like Lucian is. But you can change, if you try." "So the moment we get out of this pit... I swear to you, I swear to myself- I'll apologise to him. This doesn't mean I like him, god no, but..." . . . This... this is... just like... "You're right, okay? He didn't deserve that. He didn't deserve any of that." "Yeah. I know. No sh*t. Of course he didn't." Okay... just breathe. "Don't be stupid. It was just a joke, Darcy. God, you take everything too seriously. This is exactly why I just can't stand you." Darcy went as stiff as a board, his features scrunching up in irritation. "Well, I'm sorry you don't seem like the sort of person to tell a joke. At least not a good one." He raised an eyebrow. "Besides... pot meeting the kettle, am I right?" Why did his face get so red after that?... Darcy couldn't help but wonder what that was about, but he seemed to care more about the plot than making another KuboCian moment. Go ask the fanfic writers or something. "Oh, shut up. I don't have to prove myself to you. If you were actually attending those trials instead of being lost in Soy Sauce's eyes, then maybe you'd have had a chance to contribute to my argument." Darcy immediately puffed up like a porcupine, his cheeks going bright red. WHAT THE HELL? "E-Excuse me?! Well, I'm sorry for calling you out on what you told us all to be your specialty!" Darcy turned his nose up, which probably looked bright red too. Sh*t. "B-Besides... l-look. I tried my best to help out as much as everybody else did. I'm just..." Just?... right. Just. "...just... a chocolatier, okay?" It's not like I've ever been good for much of anything else. It's not like it was ever enough. "Besides... for crying out loud, I wasn't... ever getting distracted by THAT. I don't... know what you're..." . . . "Did you just call them... Soy Sauce?" Oh, helllllll no. "Do you... even know them that well?" "No. She didn't deserve it. And she was just like me, we came from the same awful place, the same awful people. She was just as screwed up as me, and she didn't deserve it, because..." Darcy's mouth hung slightly open... as though he was about to say something, again. Yet he wasn't quite sure if he could find the words. "Darcy... did you know we met at church?" "Kubo, I-" "Forget I said that. It doesn't matter." Darcy shook his head, and looked at him fiercely. "No... tell me about it." "Yeah. Well, at the very least we've found a door. So we can presumably make our way to a place with better ventilation from here. Or at least a tunnel that we won't find Sandworms in." Was that... supposed to be some kind of reference? I feel like Sawyer would have understood that. I think it was from one of their favorite books, Doom. "Puhuhuhu~ Oh no, what are our naughty children doing, my love?" Darcy immediately visibly paled (which was probably not that visible given just how pale he was to begin with). Nevertheless, he very slowly craned his neck, perspiring visibly, hesitating to turn around... for fear of what he might see... "I'm not sure, darling! But I think that they've gotten very messy down here in the labyrinth! They must surely be asking for a beautification. Look at all that dust! And oh dear, is little Darcy hurt? We must get that treated up with Buffkuma brand bandaids immediately!" Darcy started sweating even more. Lord have mercy... "Darcy... let's just back away slowly..." Darcy nodded in agreement with him, almost instantaneously finding himself backing away slowly. Almost automatically. Perhaps he was just too tired to argue. Or maybe Kubo actually had a point. No, that didn't seem right. He must have been too afraid. [Read more] |
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Posted: Fri, 27/09/2024 04:08 (1 Month ago) |
💌Darcy Harper's POV🦋Darcy narrowed his eyes to slits. His arms very slowly, painstakingly crossed themselves. He let out a huff of annoyance. Kubo Atsushi isn't always the bad guy? "That's funny. I seem to recall things a little differently." Darcy bit his lip stiffly, with a sigh. He was trying so hard not to throw hands with Kubo right now, but that seemed a little difficult. Besides, how could he not call him out? If he really wanted to say he wasn't such a bad guy... Then he should really acknowledge what he did first. "Kubo I-don't-know-your-middle-name Atsushi. I seem to recall a certain guy telling Lucian to kill himself. Or... did I hallucinate that particular ordeal?" Hypocrite. Hypocrite. Hypocrite. Hypocrite. Hypocrite. That singular word flashed through Darcy's head, over, and over, and over, and over again. Crushing him like broken glass under its scornful, unyielding heel. Because, oh, had he really never wished for something bad to happen to someone else? The second that the words left his mouth, he longed to take them back. To glaze over them. Something. Anything. And for a second he swore he thought he saw Mei Akamatsu, standing before him, and not Kubo Atsushi. She was whole again. Not covered in blood, so, so much blood. Her hands, her body, with that dull, pathetic look in her eyes. Her usual offensive humor, and sharp tongue laced with bitterness, dulled by her lack of energy. She was giving up. So close to giving up. But then she was whole again. She stood before Darcy again. And she said all that stupid f--ked up stuff. About what she did to all those people. All those people that did and didn't deserve it. No... wait, that wasn't right. Did deserve it? Did anyone deserve it? He remembered that particularly dreadful conversation. Oh, Mei was a sicko. She was absolutely a sicko. How could Darcy trust a single thing she said? Of course he couldn't. She was a liar. A liar, a liar, a liar, a goddamned liar. What did she know about him? What could she possibly know- That goddamned monster. She deserved what she got. Oh, she deserved it, she deserved the pain, she deserved to die, she deserved to- No. That- that wasn't right. Darcy... he- he didn't mean- He said sorry. HE SAID SORRY. He- he apologized. Surely that meant something? But Mei had it coming, she'd- . . . I didn't mean it. I didn't mean it. I didn't mean it. Oh, so you didn't mean it? You didn't mean it? She could almost hear Mei's voice, laced with malice. That's soooo funny, Darcy. Didn't you say something about how you probably deserved to go to Hell? But, oh. Don't feel too bad about it. I'll be seeing you there, mkay? Screw you. Screw you. You don't know anything about me. F--K OFF. I didn't mean to- I didn't mean to--- Lie to her. And yet... as it happened... I thought I'd have everything. I thought I'd be satisfied. I thought I'd finally be happy. Everybody would finally love me. Everybody would finally see me. Will and I could finally be together. Mom would... she would finally be proud of me. She'd care about me. All I had to do was tell one lie. One harmless lie. And those words had slipped out, along with those crocodile tears. They'd worked like a charm. Oh, it made Darcy sick, just thinking about it. Yet that moment brought a certain satisfaction, in a way. Did he regret it?... yes. It didn't change the fact that it had happened. It wasn't something a good person would do. It wasn't something ANY good person should do. But he didn't have a choice. Besides, Kubo needed to hear it. Right. "I don't recall you ever apologizing to him for that," Darcy snapped. Then... he hesitated, slightly. "Look. I'm... willing to let bygones be bygones." Well, that was a first. "I just want us all to escape here together. Nothing has to happen to anyone else." Nothing that YOU caused? "It's just... you never did apologize to him for that, you know. He very nearly did it. I mean... damn. That was seriously such a d**k move, Kubo. The lowest of the low." I know I'm one to talk... "It would already be terrible if you'd told anybody else here that. But goddamn Lucian?! That guy's a fricking saint. He's been trying to help you and everybody else this whole time. I don't regret punching you in the face for that. Not in the least." Darcy gritted his teeth and let out a breathy sigh. "...okay. That's- all this has probably succeeded at doing is provoking you. But what I'm trying to say is... you haven't just been super rude and entitled to everybody here. But you nearly made Lucian kill himself over what you said to him. That's... that's a lot." "Christmas? Ha, I wish. I'd take the mistletoe over the murder any day." Darcy raised an eyebrow. The... mistletoe? Specifically? He thought he saw something particularly odd, a blush passing Kubo's face as he mentioned something with traditionally romantic connotations. Huhhh... "Honestly? I'd agree with that. Maybe Monokuma would give us the greatest present of all... letting us escape." Darcy scoffed. "But, uh, jeez. Any particular reason for the mistletoe, Kubo? Do you have the same consistency as a poisonous plant or something? Because that would suit you." And, yet, despite it all... "Or... is it something else?" He couldn't help but say it with a slight smirk. Okay. I'm not even sure why I said that. I don't even know how to feel about those two being together since Kubo's such a d**k. It must have been a random shipping moment response wired into this by some other entity. Wait... what was I thinking? "Who knows." "So... like, you didn't know?" Darcy raised an eyebrow again. "That's a bit odd for the Ultimate Detective." "It's hope. If we hope, a-anything... anything can happen. That's what K-Kaoru always said, right?" "Yeah... uh. I guess she did." Kaoru... Darcy felt a bit uneasy hearing about her. She, too, was someone who clung to her faith. Who thought that if she trusted in God, and in structure, then everything would be fine. Darcy couldn't really claim to know her much. I mean, goddamn. Kaoru was dead and in the grave. She had been for "I'm sorry about that. The fact that... she died," Darcy told him awkwardly. "I mean..." Yeesh. Darcy hated this guy. Like... seriously hated this guy. And yet, he wanted to work with him. "I didn't really know her all that well. But I don't think she deserved it, did she? Kaoru... was important to you. Even if things seemed somewhat complicated. I imagine you must miss her." Darcy couldn't imagine losing Sawyer. Not again. Not after everything. "Monokuma and Wifekuma are a terrifying pair. Don't ask questions you don't want the answer to, Darcy. There are some things worse than death." Oh. Uh. Darcy paled. That was particularly unsettling... "Is there... anything worse than... Buffkuma?" he asked hesitantly, remembering how he shielded Miyako from that abomination. God. He shuddered at the memory. "A rope? Well, there should be, but... The rope's not exactly... intact now. I suppose we'll have to find another way out." Darcy groaned. Hooray, more time with his favorite Ultimate Detective. "It figures... oh, well. Thanks again for coming to get me, I guess." "And besides, we're already down here. Aren't you curious to find out what lies at the ends of these tunnels? Maybe it's an emergency exit. Could be the easiest p-possible end there is to this killing game." Huh. Darcy perked up slightly with interest. "Is that... possible? I don't think the mastermind would make it that convenient, but... alright. Guess we could try." Yeah. You can always try. ❄️lucian arbred's pov🕊️Well... he hoped it would be... but. Well. He wasn't going to interfere unless something bad happened. That would be disrespectful. The young therapist glanced down into the pit, longing for an answer. Would they be back soon? He could only hope. And it made him a little sick thinking about it. All the worst things happened when you had your back turned. The moment you closed your eyes, the moment you turned away, you lost everything. 🍭SAWYER LAURENS’S POV📚What about... was the question. It was difficult to hold onto a single thought. Every time they tried, it would get all muddled up... The darkness beneath them didn't quite... make much sense... All they'd ever known was light. So, so much light. So many different lights. It's funny. Very funny! Light is a good thing. Light is always a good thing. Any story will tell you that. Light is about the hero, the good guy. It shines through, and it fixes everything. It fixes every problem. Every issue. Especially the ones with your head. . . . Sawyer couldn't see. They could never see. Never remember... Never recall that day. No matter how much they tried. Well! Most of the time, they didn't try. They'd just smile, and joke around, not think about it... Think about anything but it. People were talking. They weren't sure what about. They weren't sure they cared. It was probably all meaningless nonsense anyway. Meaningless noise, like everything else. Like the things you'd forgotten. The things that didn't matter. You'd plead with them to just stop. Stop it. It wouldn't change a thing. It wouldn't change you. It wouldn't change how you-- Were screwed up undeniably, beyond compare. In a way nobody could understand. A way nobody could fix. You could never come to terms with the reality everyone else did. [Read more] |
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