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[Unfortunately for Scaramouche, Akira is already in the room. He's standing by the bunk beds, facing them. Something is sitting in the middle of the bottom bunk.
It's a head. It has a black little party hat on.
Someone coming in jostles him, though, and he immediately flings a corner of the sheet over it and whips around to stand in front of it. SORRY TO SCARA, HE'S CRYING AGAIN.]
It's a head. It has a black little party hat on.
Someone coming in jostles him, though, and he immediately flings a corner of the sheet over it and whips around to stand in front of it. SORRY TO SCARA, HE'S CRYING AGAIN.]
[IT REALLY IS HELL.........
God knows whether or not he actually saw what was on Akira's bed. The important thing is, he walks in and sees Akira STILL CRYING. HE'S STILL FUCKING CRYING??
And he really does just immediately turn around and walk out again bye. (It's fine he'll be back for his gnosis he's just feeling a feeling.)]
God knows whether or not he actually saw what was on Akira's bed. The important thing is, he walks in and sees Akira STILL CRYING. HE'S STILL FUCKING CRYING??
And he really does just immediately turn around and walk out again bye. (It's fine he'll be back for his gnosis he's just feeling a feeling.)]
[HE'S IN HELL!!!!!
But he still needs his gnosis, so he is going to come back after like five minutes. All he did in that span of time was stupidly hover by the door trying to decide if he wanted to come back in right away to grab it or not... But eventually he does! He goes back in and immediately heads for the closet so he can start opening doors and rummaging around.]
Do you ever stop crying?
But he still needs his gnosis, so he is going to come back after like five minutes. All he did in that span of time was stupidly hover by the door trying to decide if he wanted to come back in right away to grab it or not... But eventually he does! He goes back in and immediately heads for the closet so he can start opening doors and rummaging around.]
Do you ever stop crying?
[HELP ME
Well, when Scaramouche finally comes back........the head is nowhere to be seen. Who knows where it went. It's not on the bed anymore. AND... Akira isn't crying! Wow! His eyes are red like he has been, but at least he isn't crying.
He is sitting forlornly on the bottom bunk, hunched over his thighs.]
Yeah.
Well, when Scaramouche finally comes back........the head is nowhere to be seen. Who knows where it went. It's not on the bed anymore. AND... Akira isn't crying! Wow! His eyes are red like he has been, but at least he isn't crying.
He is sitting forlornly on the bottom bunk, hunched over his thighs.]
Yeah.
[WHERE DID THE HEAD GO????? HELLO. oh my god it really is the plate but a wholeass head
Anyway, he's not paying Akira too much mind considering he's at least marginally more tolerable like this. i.e. not trying to turn into a werewolf, stealing spam, or crying.]
Good. Try to do it more often.
Anyway, he's not paying Akira too much mind considering he's at least marginally more tolerable like this. i.e. not trying to turn into a werewolf, stealing spam, or crying.]
Good. Try to do it more often.
[I AM!!!!! HELP
Anyway he just casts over a Look like he is being Personally Put Upon by this question.]
Does it matter? [TOSSING HIS CLOTHING OUT after he's rummaged through the pockets. --Actually yeah it does matter in case this guy's found it in the few minutes he was gone.] —Something small. About this big.
[Holding his fingers apart, gnosis size! Helpful.]
Anyway he just casts over a Look like he is being Personally Put Upon by this question.]
Does it matter? [TOSSING HIS CLOTHING OUT after he's rummaged through the pockets. --Actually yeah it does matter in case this guy's found it in the few minutes he was gone.] —Something small. About this big.
[Holding his fingers apart, gnosis size! Helpful.]
[He hollers when the small, feral man jumps at him aggressively. Out of surprise mostly, like when a bug flies on you. The gnosis drops out of his hand on the bed since he throws both of them up to try shielding himself.]
Hey! You could have just asked for it! I didn't know what it was!
Hey! You could have just asked for it! I didn't know what it was!
[LIKE WHEN A BUG FLIES AT YOU I HATE IT HERE
Anyway as soon as he lets go of the gnosis he won't have to worry about shielding himself, because Scaramouche is climbing over him like a cat trying to climb over their owner's back to get at a can of chicken on the counter, except the chicken is the gnosis...
IT WAS A SHITPOST BUT NOW IT'S KIND OF SAD because he really does scramble for it like it's The Most Important Thing To Ever Exist, and there's a split-second of vulnerability in his expression before he just GRABS FOR IT and immediately clutches it to his chest.]
Anyway as soon as he lets go of the gnosis he won't have to worry about shielding himself, because Scaramouche is climbing over him like a cat trying to climb over their owner's back to get at a can of chicken on the counter, except the chicken is the gnosis...
IT WAS A SHITPOST BUT NOW IT'S KIND OF SAD because he really does scramble for it like it's The Most Important Thing To Ever Exist, and there's a split-second of vulnerability in his expression before he just GRABS FOR IT and immediately clutches it to his chest.]
[Okay, but this is familiar. If he's terrible at most things, the one thing he's actually good at is understanding Feelings. He can see the desperation and the vulnerability before it vanishes.
It reminds him of when they were stuck in the cell, when he scrambled for the earring in his left ear after it had fallen onto the ground, when Date was going to pick it up.]
Sorry. [Then, of course:] What is it?
It reminds him of when they were stuck in the cell, when he scrambled for the earring in his left ear after it had fallen onto the ground, when Date was going to pick it up.]
Sorry. [Then, of course:] What is it?
[LIVING WITH SOMEONE WHO'S EMOTIONALLY INTUITIVE IS TRULY THE MOST HELLISH THING THIS PLACE COULD HAVE DONE TO HIM.
Anyway he's still clutching it and hasn't looked at it yet, but he can already tell that something is Wrong here. Hm. His jaw sets at an angle at the question.]
You don't need to know. [BINCH.] Just know that it's mine, and I won't tolerate anyone laying a finger on it.
Anyway he's still clutching it and hasn't looked at it yet, but he can already tell that something is Wrong here. Hm. His jaw sets at an angle at the question.]
You don't need to know. [BINCH.] Just know that it's mine, and I won't tolerate anyone laying a finger on it.
[BINCH STOP WITNESSING HIM WITH THAT PECULIAR EXPRESSION......
He knows what's being offered here, too, but of course he's not going to address it or accept it. He just huffs and finally monkey climbs his way off of Akira so he can stand up again like none of that happened.]
It's not like I have any use for some stupid, sentimental thing, so you don't have to worry about me touching it.
He knows what's being offered here, too, but of course he's not going to address it or accept it. He just huffs and finally monkey climbs his way off of Akira so he can stand up again like none of that happened.]
It's not like I have any use for some stupid, sentimental thing, so you don't have to worry about me touching it.
[nah i'm just kidding even though i truly wish i wasn't
Sadly a gnosis is not the sort of thing that Some Guy could just break in five minutes and Scaramouche is painfully aware of that, and now he is equally painfully aware of the fact that what had felt so off before was the lack of warmth, the lack of power, the lack of light. His own body is broken, but even so, he should be able to feel the pulse from this god-heart, the crackle of lightning beneath his fingertips. In the end, there's nothing. Like the nothing opening above and below him, like the blood peeled from his veins.
It's a dead thing, what's in his hand.
What a joke.]
Sadly a gnosis is not the sort of thing that Some Guy could just break in five minutes and Scaramouche is painfully aware of that, and now he is equally painfully aware of the fact that what had felt so off before was the lack of warmth, the lack of power, the lack of light. His own body is broken, but even so, he should be able to feel the pulse from this god-heart, the crackle of lightning beneath his fingertips. In the end, there's nothing. Like the nothing opening above and below him, like the blood peeled from his veins.
It's a dead thing, what's in his hand.
What a joke.]
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