[HE DID NOT KNOW IT WAS TRASH, THANK YOU!!! Why are you just drinking nearby while he's in the trash?!?!
Once out, Frumpkin clambers up to his shoulders, and Essek dusts himself off. VI GETS A LOOK. She really does have Beauregard energy. Why is that? Why is that...]
STOP ROASTING ME IN YOUR META she watches him curiously as he brushes himself off. ]
Yeah, it's creepy as shit. I told Jacopo it's got backalley energy. Like I'm going to turn around and someone's going to have a knife at my throat and a grubby hand in my pocket.
[i forgot i used this shitpost help me why was it so accurate for them
He is standing in front of the new, non-Cowboy bar. The unfortunate one which requires secrets. He's looking at the sign below the open speakeasy, frowning into the darkness.]
[His brows furrow. This is the same person, he's fairly sure, but... this doesn't... sound right at all.]
If it was the same Geto, he was not... horrendous. He spent most of his time with his friend - "friend" - Satoru Gojo. They were usually being idiots. Why did he make you uncomfortable?
[Wild... He looks confused, but not as if he disbelieves her.]
I find that... strange. He did not seem particularly inclined for violence, or the like. Not in that way. He had been one of the last remaining few alive.
Well, that's what Megumi said, and he didn't seem like a liar to me. [ ... ] Maybe you met him before he got to that point. Changed some stuff for him.
[ HELP well she seems to get that she's being a weirdo and bringing the mood down so she just goes over to the bar and gets a drink, instead.
snorts, too. ]
I'm surprised anybody found the time to use a condom in a game like that. [ a beat. ] Or maybe I'm not. Not like we have anything else to do around here except wait for death.
[STOP, she is not being a weirdo, but there is a lot of same hat going on around here together between them. He watches her, and then walks over to join her. No drink for him really.]
You would be shocked what people do in highly stressful situations.
[LOOKING AT HER. Me, not Essek.]
Must be the adrenaline. Or perhaps because they were teenagers.
[stop tagging me when i'm writing your starter you fuck
He opens the door to go back into one of the new suites he's claimed for himself, thinking it perfectly fine, wary a little, only to find out IT ISN'T FINE. He steps directly into Vi's which has somehow suddenly merged with his own.
I don't even know if she would be in one of these, but she is now. Your drunken emo apartment room.
He pauses just inside, then says what is probably a curse in another language.]
she blinks, after this memory - laughs, actually? she just huffs out a laugh, because hey, at least this one isn't as terrible as the others she's seen today. ]
... Who was that? Friends of yours? [ a beat. ] The lady was pretty hot.
Don't laugh. Okay, maybe laugh. It is better than him getting bullied to hell and back, and it is better than some traumatic ass memory, as if she might not get one of those later anyway.
His exhale is Tired, but wry. He makes a disgruntled noise at the question, and then quickly lifts both hands up. DO NOT.]
I'm sure she would be thrilled to hear. [He waves dismissively in front of himself.] Beauregard and Fjord and the rest of the Mighty Nein.
[He makes a little bit of a face at this. Yes, yes, yes. YES. He has experience. Unfortunately.]
Too familiar.
[Wahoo was just the M9 3.0 for him. 2.0 happens to be the idiocy he endured in Scawwy. He continues to run into M9 after M9 after M9. What will it be NEXT? A collection of hellish bells?]
The last person I would ask for advice to fit in would be Beauregard.
You think this because she is exactly who you remind me of and have this whole time.
[In cahoots.]
I was a different sort of man back then. They made me feel insane so often. And, yet, there wasn't a single thing I could do about it. Any attempt to be rude to them to keep them away, they did not care.
Wouldn't be the first guy to do that and you won't be the last. [ leans forward a bit. ] You don't have to tell me about it. I've got shit I've done that I'm not proud of.
Also WOW. This is a lot. This is a lot for fucking children? Hello? What the hell is happening here?
He is stuck with a hand pressed to his chest in an attempt find some composure. The emotions are much more wild and high, and it makes him think of the feelings he experienced more recently before this place.]
[ she does actually pause at the firm voice, out of instinct. and then, belligerent, she grabs the bottle and takes a drink, pointedly staring at him. you're not the boss of her.
[He's going to tattle to Jonas on her. He just looks at her exactly like he would probably look at his sibling, but he isn't about to fight her over booze.]
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w0, monday
He is coming out of the baggage claim whippy, wiggly belt machine with Frumpkin.]
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she's day drinking nearby, so when he comes out of the baggage claim she just raises an eyebrow. ]
What a weird shape for luggage. [ ok ]
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Once out, Frumpkin clambers up to his shoulders, and Essek dusts himself off. VI GETS A LOOK. She really does have Beauregard energy. Why is that? Why is that...]
Very funny. Have you been in there?
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STOP ROASTING ME IN YOUR META she watches him curiously as he brushes himself off. ]
Yeah, it's creepy as shit. I told Jacopo it's got backalley energy. Like I'm going to turn around and someone's going to have a knife at my throat and a grubby hand in my pocket.
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I WILL NOT. It's true. They're the same picture.]
Backalley energy... [Well. He glances behind him.] It... does, I suppose. Have that.
The word... was it... "beware"?
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That's what me and Jacopo thought. [ stretches idly. ] Beware quick assassins. Beware... crazy quadrants. I don't know.
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A warning... [Or just insane ramblings.] You seem to be on good terms with Jacopo.
Did you explore there together?
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[ which is a yes, she likes jacopo, unfortunately. ]
I just caught up to him around the hangman, and we talked about how someone's super going to die in that area.
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I see you both waste no time in jinxing it.
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w2, monday
He is standing in front of the new, non-Cowboy bar. The unfortunate one which requires secrets. He's looking at the sign below the open speakeasy, frowning into the darkness.]
"Secrets only"...?
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peeks around him, eyebrows raised. ]
What, a guy like you doesn't have any secrets to tell? [ hehe. ]
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I have plenty, but that doesn't mean I want to tell...
[Looking back at the door. Well. This HOLE. He gestures at it. This thing. This hole.]
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Just do something stupid. You cursed anybody? Do that.
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[Remembers Megumi being balled in the fight.]
Just - give me a moment.
[HIS NERVES!! Ok, think. Something inconsequential.... Something useless. Whispering:]
Suguru Geto asked me for condoms.
[Why did he say this?!]
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she knows who this is so she fucking chokes ]
-- He what?
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He gives her kind of a flustered shot of a glance.]
Unprompted.
[The will open thankfully now.]
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No, no - this is. The monster guy, right? The one that has a bunch of gross monsters he throws at people?
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His brows furrow.]
He was a teenager?
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What? No, he was a grown-ass man.
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Dark hair, usually in a bun? He was no more than sixteen or seventeen in human years.
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... Weird.
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If it was the same Geto, he was not... horrendous. He spent most of his time with his friend - "friend" - Satoru Gojo. They were usually being idiots. Why did he make you uncomfortable?
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[ ... ]
Megumi told me he started a whole thing where a bunch of people died. Kind of like one of these things.
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I find that... strange. He did not seem particularly inclined for violence, or the like. Not in that way. He had been one of the last remaining few alive.
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Well, that's what Megumi said, and he didn't seem like a liar to me. [ ... ] Maybe you met him before he got to that point. Changed some stuff for him.
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That could perhaps be true. I would not have thought... Considering how close he and Satoru seemed...? He made some other friends as well...
I wonder what happened to him.
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Environment makes a difference. [ ... ] Sometimes just being around the right people... or the wrong people, I guess - that helps or hurts.
[ three guesses who she's thinking about ]
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...
[The awkward pause of the heavy weight of being called out all around in this conversation in the bar, wow!!]
Yes, so it does. Well, I hope he may have changed his mind. At least, the version of him I dealt with. Condom asking and all.
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snorts, too. ]
I'm surprised anybody found the time to use a condom in a game like that. [ a beat. ] Or maybe I'm not. Not like we have anything else to do around here except wait for death.
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You would be shocked what people do in highly stressful situations.
[LOOKING AT HER. Me, not Essek.]
Must be the adrenaline. Or perhaps because they were teenagers.
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god. not the same hat. she's just going to drink very heavily, not that it... does a lot for her, she's no longer a lightweight. ]
Teenagers does a lot of heavy lifting in that. [ a beat. ] Anyway. You sure did get a lot of your friends from your game here, huh?
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It seems that way. I'd rather none of them have come, but of course things never seem to work out that way.
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Don't tell me you think it's your fault they're here. [ she's just making sure... ]
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No. No. The first time? An argument can be made perhaps, as someone a part of the cult. But this time, I had no hand in our appearance here.
But I do... feel sorry for them regardless. Kate especially.
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[ she rubs at her arm, biting her lip. ]
Poor Kate. I hate that I left her behind the most. [ her powder substitute ]
w3, monday
He opens the door to go back into one of the new suites he's claimed for himself, thinking it perfectly fine, wary a little, only to find out IT ISN'T FINE. He steps directly into Vi's which has somehow suddenly merged with his own.
I don't even know if she would be in one of these, but she is now. Your drunken emo apartment room.
He pauses just inside, then says what is probably a curse in another language.]
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she startles and immediately throws a bottle at him? IT'S INSTINCT. SORRY. ]
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He yelps and only manages to dodge by way of ducking out of reflex because of the whole ordeal. The shattering bottle startles him, too. DAMN!]
It's me!
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-- Fuck, sorry! [ A ] Essek? How did you even get in here?
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[And now, suddenly, he's in Vi's room, and he is getting a bottle thrown out of him (fair) out of defensive reflex (valid).
Out of the blue, she gets walloped by a memory. Why are Fjord and Beau so stupid????? HELP ME
anyway, shows your character to your other character]
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she blinks, after this memory - laughs, actually? she just huffs out a laugh, because hey, at least this one isn't as terrible as the others she's seen today. ]
... Who was that? Friends of yours? [ a beat. ] The lady was pretty hot.
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Don't laugh. Okay, maybe laugh. It is better than him getting bullied to hell and back, and it is better than some traumatic ass memory, as if she might not get one of those later anyway.
His exhale is Tired, but wry. He makes a disgruntled noise at the question, and then quickly lifts both hands up. DO NOT.]
I'm sure she would be thrilled to hear. [He waves dismissively in front of himself.] Beauregard and Fjord and the rest of the Mighty Nein.
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So you weren't kidding when you said you had experience with rowdy groups. [ hehe. ] Wahoo must've been familiar.
They just wanted you to fit in, I think.
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Too familiar.
[Wahoo was just the M9 3.0 for him. 2.0 happens to be the idiocy he endured in Scawwy. He continues to run into M9 after M9 after M9. What will it be NEXT? A collection of hellish bells?]
The last person I would ask for advice to fit in would be Beauregard.
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Aw, come on. She seems fun. [ legally obligated to say this ] You don't hate it, I can tell.
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You think this because she is exactly who you remind me of and have this whole time.
[In cahoots.]
I was a different sort of man back then. They made me feel insane so often. And, yet, there wasn't a single thing I could do about it. Any attempt to be rude to them to keep them away, they did not care.
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Sorry, grumpy, you're not as good at being mean as you think you are. [ amused!! ] I'll take that, though. Worse things I could be compared to.
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I am perfectly mean. Some people are just...
[Stupid. But he does not say this. Instead, he keeps his mouth shut. She can fill in the blanks. In all seriousness:]
...You would like her, I think. She is brash, often vulgar, nosy, has no social grace, [as vi could see] and is a monk.
But sticks to her convictions.
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-- Hah, that's the least flattering description. You really must think something of me if you think I'd like her.
[ this is teasing. she knows why he's saying so. ]
They seem fun. Good people. I think you probably go right to people like that.
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That - [HOLD ON!!!!] That wasn't what I meant.
[NOOOOOO. STOP TEASING HIM. Why is he being bullied from all fucking angles every day of his life?!]
...They are trying their best, but have given me more grace than I deserve.
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Yeah? Why's that? You did something horrible?
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He is quiet for a very long moment, and has a difficult time meeting her eyes really. His smile is tiny, tight.]
I did. I did something selfish which ended up putting them into some danger.
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Wouldn't be the first guy to do that and you won't be the last. [ leans forward a bit. ] You don't have to tell me about it. I've got shit I've done that I'm not proud of.
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...It isn't as if I can keep it this week. Sooner or later, you may have seen everything anyway.
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but also, she makes a face at that... and is promptly interrupted by Memshare
by which i mean makes you watch four parts in a row because i'm too lazy to record it myself
part one
part two
part three
part four ]
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Also WOW. This is a lot. This is a lot for fucking children? Hello? What the hell is happening here?
He is stuck with a hand pressed to his chest in an attempt find some composure. The emotions are much more wild and high, and it makes him think of the feelings he experienced more recently before this place.]
Vi...
[MY GOD]
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she is. so not used to this, which is why she has to take a second, running her hand through her hair. ]
... Okay. [ SURE, WHY NOT, JUST HER TRAUMATIC MEMORIES LIKE SPAGHETTI EVERYWHERE ]
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I'm sorry. [For seeing something deeply personal, he means.] A lot happened very quickly.
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[ whew. a beat. in a tone that is trying very hard for joking: ]
Yeesh. Sorry to bring the mood down.
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You don't have to apologize. It is undoubtedly a side effect of this new week, one of the more irritating ones. Anything can be on display.
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[ reaches
for her alcohol, where is it at ]
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Vi.
[It's to stop her, so it's firm, but it's gentle. He doesn't raise his voice at all. Stop drinking, you alcoholic.]
I suppose this is how Verin may feel about me.
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a pause, though. ]
Who's Verin?
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My younger brother.
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Oh. [ ... ] Do you still talk?
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Yes, when we have time. He was the only one who still supported me even when I made wild claims against our religion.
When I tried to just find the truth; I know he wished I would just keep my nose out of things.
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Hah. [ ... ] What kind of claims? That's - that's what you do, you know. For a sibling, you support them. Always.
[ which... he knows she has tried to do, at least. ]