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phantasmalrift2018-05-16 01:44 pm
makejapangreat) wrote in phantasmalrift2018-05-16 01:44 pm
Who knows what’s right? The lines keep getting thinner
Who: Shido Masayoshi and whatever unfortunate soul decides to approach him (Open)
What: Shido is working himself to the bone via self-inflicted punishment
When: Early May (like 5/1 ~ 5/12 or thereabouts)
Where: Various
Warnings: Lots of badbrain stuff going on with Shido rn, including self-deprecation, possible thoughts of suicide
[Library]
[Off in the corner sits a man, pouring over a manner of books. The more the days go by, the more that energy and health is sapped from him. The bags under his eyes have been persistent since day one of arriving here, but the noticeable changes are that he does seem to be losing some weight, and perhaps becoming a bit pallid... Yet a fire burns behind his eyes as he reads at the library like clockwork, occasionally extending a hand, fingers tensing, trying to press themselves down on some invisible object. Very occasionally, if one just happens to be around at the right time of day, they might hear a singular "pop" of air in his direction. It's also possible, at times, to find him completely slumped over on the table he's at, asleep, often grunting and twitching in his sleep— it's clearly not very restful...
On a brighter now, later on in the week you might see a henohenomoheji drawn on the back of Shido's head? He doesn't seem to be aware of this...]
[Library - 5/7 (Closed to Izunia)]
[There's more than just a pop today. Today? There's an outright crackle and snap of electricity.
Followed by an agonized yell and the clatter of a chair.
Shido lays on the floor, breathing heavily, one arm desperately clutching at the other that spasms from the surge of electricity that had torn through it. And then something peculiar happens.
Shido laughs. An unsteady sort of laugh, but nevertheless.
Maybe he electrocuted himself so badly he fried his brain...]
[Outside]
[If you get extra lucky, you might catch Shido outside. Particularly, the spot he chooses to go is north, to the top of the Skyclimb Cliffs, where he looks out to the ocean. It seems, well... somewhat of a precarious place for someone to be, really. He seems to be awfully close to the edge at times, no sign of fear or wariness in his body. You might catch him looking down, as if considering something, but for the most part? His gaze remains on the endless blue.
And then, after about thirty minutes of this, he'll quietly turn and head back.]
What: Shido is working himself to the bone via self-inflicted punishment
When: Early May (like 5/1 ~ 5/12 or thereabouts)
Where: Various
Warnings: Lots of badbrain stuff going on with Shido rn, including self-deprecation, possible thoughts of suicide
[Library]
[Off in the corner sits a man, pouring over a manner of books. The more the days go by, the more that energy and health is sapped from him. The bags under his eyes have been persistent since day one of arriving here, but the noticeable changes are that he does seem to be losing some weight, and perhaps becoming a bit pallid... Yet a fire burns behind his eyes as he reads at the library like clockwork, occasionally extending a hand, fingers tensing, trying to press themselves down on some invisible object. Very occasionally, if one just happens to be around at the right time of day, they might hear a singular "pop" of air in his direction. It's also possible, at times, to find him completely slumped over on the table he's at, asleep, often grunting and twitching in his sleep— it's clearly not very restful...
On a brighter now, later on in the week you might see a henohenomoheji drawn on the back of Shido's head? He doesn't seem to be aware of this...]
[Library - 5/7 (Closed to Izunia)]
[There's more than just a pop today. Today? There's an outright crackle and snap of electricity.
Followed by an agonized yell and the clatter of a chair.
Shido lays on the floor, breathing heavily, one arm desperately clutching at the other that spasms from the surge of electricity that had torn through it. And then something peculiar happens.
Shido laughs. An unsteady sort of laugh, but nevertheless.
Maybe he electrocuted himself so badly he fried his brain...]
[Outside]
[If you get extra lucky, you might catch Shido outside. Particularly, the spot he chooses to go is north, to the top of the Skyclimb Cliffs, where he looks out to the ocean. It seems, well... somewhat of a precarious place for someone to be, really. He seems to be awfully close to the edge at times, no sign of fear or wariness in his body. You might catch him looking down, as if considering something, but for the most part? His gaze remains on the endless blue.
And then, after about thirty minutes of this, he'll quietly turn and head back.]
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His son is flying.
He lets out a breath and then shakes his head. Unbelievable. Absolutely unbelievable. This is truly his reality now, isn't it? It all still seems too far-fetched to accept.
But he's getting there. Slowly.]
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I don't even really need the wings to fly, but I think they add a nice touch.
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That is the point of the way the Reaper's Game is run. I could have done without the being forced to kill to get there part, but I think my experiences in it were mostly for the better.
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I hate how it happened, that they forced me to kill and then put me to a public execution. But the outcome is my way of atoning, and becoming different from the person you made me into. You taught me to kill without hesitation, and to be the same sort of person I hate, but my role as a Composer is to protect people.
I even have the power to revive the dead, as what I am now.
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[Fuck, this kid has so much power now. He really could just... utterly destroy Shido if he wanted to, couldn't he? The only reason he hasn't is because of the people important to him.
So much contempt and darkness lay in this boy's eyes for Shido, the man that forced him to kill. And now he would eagerly take Shido's life in revenge. He doesn't know how he was, years ago, before the years in the institution took their toll on him, but he does know that he changed him since he first came to Shido. Changed him for the worse.
He hardly feels bad for himself. Great contempt, if anything. No, he feels terrible for Akechi. And he wonders, again, if what he's doing is good. If he should continue to interact with Akechi when all it does is draw up that potent venom inside of him.]
...I'm glad you've found your way.
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They all sound like remarkable people. How many of them are here?
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Just three. My boyfriends, and then I met Kana-chan in the UG.
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[The one who... seemingly just knew things about him? And yet was so unconditionally supportive that Shido honestly hadn't known how to react?]
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[By which he means, you had better be nice to her, or else.]
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In any case, I'm sorry for disturbing your swim.
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... take care.
[And then, quietly, he heads back for the Research Station.]