| Run Away; Naoya, Eri, Kaede | |
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| Exodin | Dec 12 2013, 08:11 PM Post #1 |
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((OOC: The events of this thread take the same night as First Responders.)) Jiro unsurprisingly had gone back to the far corner of the abandoned warehouse and curled in on himself. He was shaking, actually shaking. He was going to die wasn't he? He'd only been fooling himself when he thought Naoya could help. ...Kamina? Come on, please? Just say something. Still nothing, for the first time in a while. He felt truly alone. Shaking, cold and scared in the corner of an abandoned warehouse. He pulled his knees into his chest and began to cry once more. "Why the long face? We both enjoyed gutting Nakamura. Who knows, maybe he's dead already? We don't want that though, do we? No, he should be broken first. Mind, body and spirit. After all that is left of what he is right now is shattered into a million pieces, then we'll kill him." Oh god no. Not now, not now. He turned his head to the wall, trying to imagine that the Shadow wasn't there. "Come on, don't ignore me now. I want to play some more. After all, we've got all this hate in our soul. It's inhuman really. Oh, i've got a fun idea! Let's break Naoya. He's probably coming here to betray you anyway. Give you up to that cop uncle of his. So why don't we make him disappear first hmm?" "Shut up." He wasn't going to attack Naoya. He'd never do that. Naoya wouldn't just betray him like that right? They were going to figure this out together. Everything was going to be fine....right? Edited by Exodin, Dec 12 2013, 08:32 PM.
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| Czernobog | Dec 12 2013, 08:46 PM Post #2 |
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Best Influence.
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Naoya pushed into the darkened interior of the warehouse through a door that hung ajar like a slackened jaw, and looked around. It was very dark, and he The boy closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them they glowed with a dim but palpable dark blue light. He crept forward, resting his weight upon his toes, and spoke: "Jiro-san? Is...is this th' place? You c'n come out. 'M here." In time with his speech, the light dimmed, brightening during the silences. He didn't look well, as he hadn't for a while -- his skin was ashen, and his expression -- whether, happy, sad, neutral, or angry -- could always have the words "...and eviscerated" added to the end. If anyone were to touch him, they would no doubt assume he was feverish: his skin was hot to the touch but his mind was as sharp as ever. |
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| The One True Nobody | Dec 12 2013, 10:28 PM Post #3 |
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"...does this clockwork hand follow you... or guide you?"
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Eri Charinko had no intention of following Naoya into the warehouse without knowing what might happen. As far as she knew, they were dealing with an unstable and possibly dangerous youth, and that unstable, possibly-dangerous youth had called Naoya her for help. The presence of an unfamiliar face, however benign, might be too much for the boy. So, she lingered outside the door, out of sight and out of mind, pressed against the wall... listening. She did not have her shovel with her; it was in the trunk of her car, parked at the curb down the road. "Be careful," she whispered inaudibly to Naoya as he pushed through the already-open door. If things went bad in there, she would be here to help. But until such a time as that, Eri would keep out of the way. She held her phone in her hand, Bedlam open in the web browser, prepared to post a distress call to the Blotter if something went really wrong here. But that was just a precaution, nothing more. Eri hoped this would be solved quickly, cleanly, and peacefully. Hoped and prayed for it. Hoped and prayed, though she knew not what gods might even listen to a prayer from this cursed city. |
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| Exodin | Dec 12 2013, 10:46 PM Post #4 |
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"Back here." "That's right. Your precious Naoya-san is coming to rescue you hmm? Couldn't do it on your own. Then again, it's our own fault isn't it? Nearly stabbing our senpai to death. If only we still had that knife...." Jiro could feel the malice in the Shadow's words. He cringed, at least as much as he could given his current physical position. "I told you to shut up!" Oh shit, he'd said that out loud. "Talking to yourself? Now now, what would Aniki think of that? Doesn't really matter though, we could never live up to his name anyway. The great Ichiro Takenaka....and his little brother. What a joke you are." "The fucker's here Naoya. He's....goddamnit he's back!" Jiro went back to crying. Fuck the public image he wanted. Fuck it all. He was broken and he was scared. Edited by Exodin, Dec 12 2013, 10:49 PM.
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| Czernobog | Dec 12 2013, 11:33 PM Post #5 |
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Best Influence.
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Naoya slowly approached. He kept his hands in the pockets of his oversized coat, and was slightly hunched in what was probably a non-threatening fashion. When Jiro shouted, he paused: had that been directed at...no, wait, his shadow. Jiro had difficulty not responding to it. When he found Jiro, Naoya stood a distance away, aware of the fact that Jiro might start swinging at the apparition at any moment. The lights of his eyes were focused down and to the side of Jiro's face, illuminating it dimly, but allowing him to remain somewhat in darkness. "Focus, Jiro-san," Naoya said, calmly. "You've gotten yourself all, uh, all twisted up...over...over something, I c'n see. 'S why yer persona's not talkin'. Chin up, though. This is th' low point, s'far's I c'n tell. Belly 'f th' Whale." The 'belly of the whale' was something he had gotten from his reading: the lowest point in the narrative, when everything seems lost. The time before the triumph. If there was a triumph to be had. He approached, and crouched in front of Jiro, resting his weight on the balls of his feet and his elbows on his knees. There was a crack as one of his joints popped. He considered what else to say, but decided it would be best to just let Jiro speak in his own way. |
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| Exodin | Dec 13 2013, 08:23 PM Post #6 |
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((OOC: On Wands request, he shall be skipped.)) "Oh but he doesn't know yet does he? Oh Naoya, we nearly stabbed a boy to death! Such fun it was! Tell me, has he died yet?" Sure, Jiro knew that the shadow's words wouldn't actually ever reach the other boy's ear. Still, it didn't help to hear the sickly sweet sing song tone that it had used. "You want to know something funny Naoya? This is nowhere near th-" "Stop it! Fucking stop it!" "Oh you want me to stop? I'll never stop. Look at you, sniveling in the corner of some abandoned warehouse. After you ran away from to assholes, who really you should have just killed right then and there. Pathetic, then again you always were just that. Never nearly good enough, and never will be either. Remember how Naoya said we could probably beat him in a fight? I wonder, who would be faster on the draw. Could you stab him first or would he burn you to a crisp before that?" Jiro covered his head and face with his arms. As if trying to block out an actual physical attack. Whatever Naoya had said was droned out by his Shadow, talking right in his ear. "Now now, we both know doing that will get nothing accomplished. I'm still right here, and i'll always be right here. I'm the one thing that won't ever leave you." He shook his head. Jiro was desperate for the thing to leave. How was he supposed to make it just go away? "There's only one way i'm gonna leave. Accept it, accept yourself for the fuck up you are. It was so easy to just hate Nakamura, but really be honest. You hate everything, and everyone don't you? Naoya and Aniki, for being so damn better than you are so naturally. You hate Scarf Boy for being so fucking stupid and wearing a damn dog collar. The goddamn maid for even being at the house. Because every time you see her it reminds you of how your parents are gone. So then you realize deep down how much you hate them too. Mom never leaves the room, and when she does it's to get more booze. Dad isn't even around anymore. Too busy working at Kirihara now. So admit it, loser. Give in to the hate. Then i'll go away." "No....you're wrong. I don't hate them, stop it. You just....you're trying to trick me. That's it, you bastard. That's all you're trying to do! So just fuck off!" "Oh no, nothing like that. Hate makes you strong, it's your source of power. It's what you use in boxing. When you kill shadows. Just a little while ago with Nakamura. The rush, the absolute feeling of strength that you had. Just admit it, hate is what drives you. You're a Chariot with hate as it's motivator. Come to terms with it. Accept it, and use it. Why try and deny what you know is the truth?" |
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| Czernobog | Dec 14 2013, 03:42 PM Post #7 |
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Jiro was freaking out, and Naoya remained crouched in front of him, just watching as the boy frothed and raged. He cocked his head to the side, and just watched the boy. "There ain't no one here t' shut up," he said. "'S just yer shadow, Jiro-san. Look..." He stood, and approached, coming close to arm's reach. He had his hands in his pockets, and looked down at the boy, the twin blue lights of his eyes illuminating him. "You've done something. You...look, your persona's retreated from you, 'cause you done something that ran counter to who you're supposed t' be. We need t' get you back on track, but I can't help if you don't talk to me." He whistled and snapped his fingers, then pointed to his eyes. "Right...uh...right here. C'mon. Focus. Be, y'know, be here." |
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| Exodin | Dec 14 2013, 06:00 PM Post #8 |
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((OOC: Upon request, Wands shall be skipped once more.)) Naoya actually managed to get Jiro's attention. He lowered his arms and looked at the other boy. Only to see his shadow standing right over his shoulder. Still wearing the same damn outfit that it'd worn on the roof. "I..it...I just..." "Go on, tell him. 'oh woe is me, I stabbed Nakamura seven times! Help me bro, help me!' You know what's going to happen? He's going to tell, his uncle and everyone. Then you'll be a wanted man. A rogue, just like Watanabe was. Well, except even Watanabe was probably stronger than you are. After all, he came to terms with what he was." "Nakamura he--he told me that-" Jiro shuddered again. He was going to admit to attempted murder. Right here and now, and then? "Who knows? Maybe Naoya here will just roast you alive right here and now. After all, don't want the possibility of another Watanabe running around right? Yeah, most likely that. Oh no wait, what if he's wearing a wire? He's got that cop uncle after all. Yeah, you'll be going away from the rest of your life!" "He told me that...that the scumbag that killed Aniki was his dad, and then my shadow just...it wouldn't stop! It made me...it made me...." "Well go on then! Tell him! Then you'll see that the only thing you have is hate! He'll betray you. You'll die here. Unless you accept the hate." "It made me do it." "You're forgetting the part where you liked doing it. Oh and the whole 'two sides of the same coin' bit. Yep, you made yourself do it! Good job!" |
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| Czernobog | Dec 15 2013, 02:36 PM Post #9 |
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Naoya sighed. "Jiro, your shadow, it...it ain't separate from you. Y' need t' accept that no one but th' guy who pulled th' trigger' got any shred o' responsibility f'r what happened. You're in dire goddamn straights and th' only one who c'n save you's yourself." He reached out, and put his hands on Jiro's shoulders. Chances were that -- even through his clothing -- Jiro would be able to feel the fever that was wracking him. Hopefully he wouldn't interpret it as Naoya charging up to deliver an attack, but there was no way to be certain. "You did something that y' shouldn't've. You know that that's what y' did. 'T's why your persona's retreated from you. You fucked up. Y'know that's what you did. So we gotta figure out a way t' make it right, don't we?" He was breathing heavily, and his eyes were having difficulty focusing. He felt that same thing that he had felt in the metalworks a few days ago: something like energy being gathered for a spell, but the power was rancid. Bilious. Wrong. He strained to hold it back, but he knew he couldn't do so for long. |
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| The One True Nobody | Dec 16 2013, 12:58 AM Post #10 |
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"...does this clockwork hand follow you... or guide you?"
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She could hear it, every word. Pressed against the wall outside the door, Eri could hear every word that was being said. What she heard... ...It felt like her heart was twisting. This boy, this teenage boy, something inside him had been triggered and that something had been like a swell of hate and anger and it had pushed him into doing something horrible. He was scared, he felt cornered, he was confused and afraid but mostly he was afraid of himself. It wasn't something Eri could ever imagine feeling. Had Kyo ever felt this way? Had Kyo ever been pressured by her inner darkness? Was that what Monster Form was, for that matter? One's inner darkness taking control...? Part of her wanted to say it wasn't Takenaka's fault. The other part knew that what Naoya said was true. On the other hand, would Takenaka have done this if he didn't have that extra pressure? ...Naoya's breathing. Something was wrong... Eri looked down at her phone and gulped silently. This was a precarious situation. If it went wrong, even if she made a distress call to the Blotter, could she expect anyone to come in time to help? |
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