[ Yuuri doesn't quite understand what she's seeing when it happens. After all, it's a memory she's revisited so many times before that she knows it the instant it pops into her head. Waiting in the clubroom for Miki to come back with the antidote, Kurumi handcuffed to the couch and writhing, kicking, screaming while the infection ate her alive from the inside out. It's not particularly nice remembering it again, but she knows it's passed. She knows Kurumi's... fine.
But that doesn't stop her breath from catching when it carries on playing out, without her being able to stop it. Again, she sees herself slipping a hand under the desk, unwrapping that knife and holding it over Kurumi but– it's fine, isn't it? It's fine, because Miki comes back – Miki comes back with the medicine and no one gets hurt. Nothing happens, no one gets hurt and Kurumi lives.
Miki doesn't come back.
Yuuri watches herself bring the knife down, sees it sink into Kurumi's throat and it's only the fact that she doesn't feel the warm splatter of blood on her hands that keeps her sudden retching from escalating into full-on vomit. ]
Thorn
[ The second memory that comes through doesn't seem quite as dramatic, not at first – it certainly doesn't seem to warrant the way Yuuri cringes at it. It's an unusual scene, though – nineteen people all dressed to the nines in formalwear, gathered on the gravel drive leading up to an enormous mansion. All of them are in various states of confusion, distress, irritation or any combination of the three, which might be to do with the enormous glass dome that stretches out over the mansion and the outside... and the cold void of starry space pressing in from the outside.
To some of you, it's a familiar sight. But even then, there's something wrong. There's a whole garden's worth of flowers out here now, both in the grounds and crawling the walls of the mansion. And most worryingly of all... Yuuri is missing, and in her place is a sullen-faced young woman with long dark hair who's very clearly not happy to be here. It's unclear at first just what this memory has to do with Yuuri... until the front door of the mansion opens.
The Yuuri who steps out doesn't look the way she did on the day she woke up as a Champion, however. Instead of formalwear, she's dressed in a pin-neat office lady's suit, with her long dark hair swept up in and over-the-shoulder ponytail. There's no P.I.P. on her arm but most concerning of all... she's smiling.
'It's good to see you're all up and awake,' she says to the assembled Champions. 'I'll be overseeing your stay, here at the Fantasy Sweet. You can all call me Thorn.' ]
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[ Yuuri doesn't quite understand what she's seeing when it happens. After all, it's a memory she's revisited so many times before that she knows it the instant it pops into her head. Waiting in the clubroom for Miki to come back with the antidote, Kurumi handcuffed to the couch and writhing, kicking, screaming while the infection ate her alive from the inside out. It's not particularly nice remembering it again, but she knows it's passed. She knows Kurumi's... fine.
But that doesn't stop her breath from catching when it carries on playing out, without her being able to stop it. Again, she sees herself slipping a hand under the desk, unwrapping that knife and holding it over Kurumi but– it's fine, isn't it? It's fine, because Miki comes back – Miki comes back with the medicine and no one gets hurt. Nothing happens, no one gets hurt and Kurumi lives.
Miki doesn't come back.
Yuuri watches herself bring the knife down, sees it sink into Kurumi's throat and it's only the fact that she doesn't feel the warm splatter of blood on her hands that keeps her sudden retching from escalating into full-on vomit. ]
Thorn
[ The second memory that comes through doesn't seem quite as dramatic, not at first – it certainly doesn't seem to warrant the way Yuuri cringes at it. It's an unusual scene, though – nineteen people all dressed to the nines in formalwear, gathered on the gravel drive leading up to an enormous mansion. All of them are in various states of confusion, distress, irritation or any combination of the three, which might be to do with the enormous glass dome that stretches out over the mansion and the outside... and the cold void of starry space pressing in from the outside.
To some of you, it's a familiar sight. But even then, there's something wrong. There's a whole garden's worth of flowers out here now, both in the grounds and crawling the walls of the mansion. And most worryingly of all... Yuuri is missing, and in her place is a sullen-faced young woman with long dark hair who's very clearly not happy to be here. It's unclear at first just what this memory has to do with Yuuri... until the front door of the mansion opens.
The Yuuri who steps out doesn't look the way she did on the day she woke up as a Champion, however. Instead of formalwear, she's dressed in a pin-neat office lady's suit, with her long dark hair swept up in and over-the-shoulder ponytail. There's no P.I.P. on her arm but most concerning of all... she's smiling.
'It's good to see you're all up and awake,' she says to the assembled Champions. 'I'll be overseeing your stay, here at the Fantasy Sweet. You can all call me Thorn.' ]