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{EVENT #4} ADVERSITY 2933165.9475

AN EXAMINATION OF SPIRIT

MOD NOTES:

Please direct any questions to the corresponding comment below. Note that character decisions and actions taken on these prompts will affect future events, storylines, and relationships with other peoples of Expiation.

You can find the OOC poll here. Please pick from the corresponding options with the appropriate character journal. If you use a personal journal or a journal not part of Expiation, your votes will not be counted. Remember that if your character did something different than what is in the prompts given, leave a comment in the OOC poll entry and link to your comment in the option made available.

We will provide an IC post in exactly ten days with the results of the poll that will wrap up the event. You may mingle on it if you like, but the most important purpose is to share the effects of character decisions on this event.

The various prompts are, of course, optional.



 

WHEN THE FOG ROLLS IN

On the night of September 10, an impenetrable fog covers the town of Aldrip. When characters wake in the morning, they find that Aldrip has disappeared, replaced by a large, enclosed maze. 

Characters will wake up in one of three different levels of this maze, and they may—but don't have to—find that they are not alone. As they explore the maze, they will encounter trials and stumbling blocks both physical and mental. It seems the maze is testing them, poking at their fears, their past, their feelings. Confronting these questions about themselves and their very nature will allow them to progress through the maze in hopes of eventually finding the exit—and hopefully the town along with it.

While they do not all wake up in the same level of the maze, all characters do, in theory, have to complete all three trials in order to leave. This may not be so easy to achieve; due to the nature of these trials, if someone cannot get past one area, they may remain stuck there. Other characters are able to help them confront these issues, and may instead (or in addition) pass through that way if they choose to. Aside from the level where they wake up, characters may approach these levels in any order as they so choose.

THE GROUPS


GROUP A:
Serah Farron
Elidibus
Nakahara Chuuya
Tsunayoshi Sawada
Rei Suwa
Caitlyn Kiramman
Ragna the Bloodedge
Kotone Shiomi
Monkey D. Luffy
Yuja Wightshade (WoL)
Yosuke Hanamura
Astralin Turnont
Dazai Osamu
Ange Ushiromiya
Hythlodaeus
Ethlyn



GROUP B:
Violet (Vi)
Silco
Mizuki Date
Claude von Riegan
Noel Kreiss
Kazuki Kurusu
G'raha Tia
Jinx
Marianne von Edmund
Goro Akechi
Sooyoung Han
Saito Sejima
Nikolai Gogol
Erichtonios
Emet-Selch



GROUP C:
Yu Narukami
Pride
Sigma
Usagi Tsukino
William G Maryblood
Scott Summers
Gundam Tanaka
Quentin Quire
Akira Kurusu
Mitama Yakumo
Med'an
Ken Amada
Fyodor Dostoevsky
Izuku "Deku" Midoriya
Echo




 

EXPLORING THE MAZE


i. A WINDING LABYRINTH

     

The walls of the maze are made of stone slabs; tall, solid, and imposing. As far as one can see, there seem to be no cracks or seams in the wall. They're cool to the touch, perhaps a little dampened by the foggy weather. Some of the stones seem to glow with a dim, inner light. Most of the corridors are stable, but some are a little more risky. Walls or ceilings could collapse, leaving passages blocked and some Chosen trapped within tunnels or rooms of the maze. 

Some corridors within the maze are less built up, as well, more like dug-out caverns that look somewhat like mining tunnels. In these tunnels, you can find the raw form of those glowing stones, which seem to light the darkness, allowing the Chosen to see at least a bit. They're enchanting, and some may have a hard time resisting trying to pull them out of the walls.

Occasionally, characters may find larger rooms with small tables of food, equipment, and supplies set up. These areas seem to be safety zones, untouched by the trials, where Chosen can eat, rest, treat any wounds, and replenish their energy.



ii. PERILS IN THE DARK

     

As the Chosen progress through the challenges of the maze—both illusions and real—the air itself may begin to feel more oppressive and heavy, making movement feel very difficult at times. As the week wears on, characters may find themselves worn out faster or feeling more sluggish than normal. More than that, they may find that their emotional lows become more intense: characters may become more easily frustrated, paranoid, scared, or impatient. In general, this seems to exacerbate the worst parts of their personalities.

On other occasions, Chosen may feel as if they are being watched. They get the feeling that something lurks in the shadows of the maze, that they are being watched or followed. They may hear something scratching or skittering across the walls. When they look…there is nothing there, nor any evidence of creatures stalking them through the halls. Characters who had bad luck in the Casino are particularly prone to this feeling; occasionally, they may feel as if someone—or something—is tugging at their hair or clothes, or breathing against their neck. Try to keep your head, Chosen. The hardest part is yet to come.




 

THE TRIALS



     

iii. A DARK NIGHT OF THE SOUL [TRIAL A]

It's difficult to pinpoint exactly what location or event triggers the beginning of the trial; it seems to be different for every character. Chosen will find themselves in a long corridor, laced with fog. As they progress down this corridor, they begin to see and hear hallucinations and illusions that highlight their greatest insecurities: their flaws, their weaknesses, the darkness they suspect dwells within their soul. 

These illusions may come in a variety of different forms. Perhaps they experience voices or images of peers issuing criticisms that they fear are accurate, or they may face a shadowy figure that bears their appearance that embodies all of their worst qualities. The form these illusions take is up to you, the players, and whether other characters are able to see those illusions can also be decided between players. Confronting, challenging, debunking, and/or accepting these criticisms and claims is the key to exiting this level.

Once they have confronted this challenge, the illusions and hallucinations stop immediately. The fog lifts, revealing a turn in the maze they didn't notice before. They may progress in their exploration.



iv. THE SHAPE OF YOUR FEARS [TRIAL B]

Similar to the first trial, this seems to trigger with little warning or fanfare. At some point in their exploration, characters will find their way blocked by something representing their deepest fears. This can be literal—a dark hallway for those who fear the dark, as an example—but can manifest in a myriad of other ways, too. A character could see someone from their past that represents this fear, or a monster, or an object or memory of something that connects to that fear. These fears will be made tangible and visible to anyone around them, leaving them exposed and vulnerable. In order to progress, they must be able to pass by these fears, and may do so in any way the player chooses, whether it requires fighting a monster, negotiating with an authority figure, finding a light in the darkness, or anything else players and characters can imagine.

The nature of this trial can be as massive or mundane as you, the player, chooses. Whether they need to simply turn on a light to abate their fear of the dark, or whether they need to take down a massive beast to confront something bigger, the area they find themselves in seems to accommodate the size of their trial. Once they have confronted this fear, it disappears, revealing a hallway that might not have been there before, allowing them to progress.



v. IN PURSUIT OF JUSTICE [TRIAL C]

As with the first two trials, this one seems to emerge from the darkness when a character is ready to face it. They enter a room lined with obsidian mirrors. When they approach these mirrors, characters are confronted with memories related to the crime they have been charged with. This can be a specific moment or a series of moments related to their crime either directly or indirectly. Characters may become lost in these memories and may need help navigating through them from other people: the longer they remain lost in these memories, reliving them again and again, the more they run the risk of losing those memories entirely, either permanently or temporarily. Only by addressing the crime, the way they feel about it, the relationship that crime has to reality and to who the character is, can characters be free of this particular trial.

Once they have surpassed this trial, characters find themselves able to step back through these obsidian mirrors back into the maze, where they can continue their journey.



Navigating all three trials elicits no special fanfare or celebration. Upon completion of the third trial, they find themselves in a foggy corridor, where they will find an exit from the maze.






 

OPT-OUT AND AFTERMATH

Those characters (or players) who do not wish to interact with the maze will occasionally find quiet corridors that mysteriously place them outside the maze, unable to reenter. They will find that the town is, indeed, gone, as are their living quarters—hope you don't mind roughing it for a while. However, thanks to recent efforts to bolster the town's supplies, some of the underground storehouses organized by Claude and Marianne seem to remain intact and are available as temporary emergency shelter, should your character choose not to camp out.

After one week, the maze will disappear and life in Aldrip returns to normal. As for the locals? They don't seem to notice that anything strange has happened at all. Maze? What maze? Strange weather we're having this week, eh?




WHAT ELSE YA GOT? (WILDCARD)

     

Just because there’s not a prompt for it doesn’t mean that your character’s actions aren’t acceptable. If you wish to do anything that hasn’t been directly addressed by the prompts, leave a message for the mod team to say what your character would do. If you choose to go down this path, note it as a comment on the OOC poll when it goes up, and leave a link to your threads so that we can take all actions into consideration for the next State of the Game.



orphne: (Kotone 264)

[personal profile] orphne 2023-09-11 01:48 pm (UTC)(link)
So please feel free to tell me no because this is a little silly but. We mentioned on plurk that characters have the option of waking up in their pajamas and finding other clothes of theirs at a supply area. If I spend regain points, could I potentially regain an outfit and have her find it there?

(part 2 to this question -- if I wanted the "regain" to be the new SEES uniform that's in Reload, a game which she unfortunately isn't in, could I do that... again you can say no...)
usarinpa: (it's over)

mizuki date 👁️ ai: the somnium files -nirvana initiative- 👁️ ota

[personal profile] usarinpa 2023-09-11 02:38 pm (UTC)(link)
(( OOC: Mizuki will be starting out with Group 2! Please be mindful of any spoilers her game, as I tried to warn for anyone is avoiding them. Also FWIW, Mizuki's hair will be down and out for this. ))

👁️ (a) trial A: insecurity ▼
[ Mizuki traverses through the fog seeps through the very walls of the maze. Perhaps she hasn't even realized that she's been separated from whomever she was traveling with. When she hears that voice, perhaps she doesn't even care. ]

Hello, Mizuki.

A... Aiba? [ Mizuki's voice cracks. She hasn't seen her in so long, hasn't heard her voice. Hasn't even worn her defunct form in her eye socket. ]

[ There is hope in Mizuki's voice, but then dark shadows emerge, pooling from underneath the walls and the ceiling to create her form. The glowing white color remains, though the red that snakes so elegantly around her body only radiates a wispy black. There is no warmth in this Aiba's voice. It is almost robotic. ]

Aiba! [ Mizuki repeats. The urge to hug her partner suddenly dissipates like smoke. ]

Oh, Mizuki. Look what you've become. I never thought that just a few short months without me would be so hard on you.

[ Short months, she wants to scream. Short months? It's almost been a year! Where have you been! Mizuki wants to yell it until it echoes the walls of the cave. But the words don't come out, and Aiba continues. ]

It's alright. I am here now. You never have to feel worthless again.

» NOTES: The shadows will start to overtake Aiba until the trial is deemed passed, after which she will disappear.


👁️ (b) trial B: fear ▼ [SPOILERS for AInI's ending]
[ By now, Mizuki is on edge. When she sees the figure of a man, slumped over face-first like a discarded trash bag across the way, she is so out of it she nearly steps over him, but she will suddenly snap to her senses. Perhaps a Chosen has been hurt. Perhaps she can help.

But he's not a Chosen at all.

When she bends down to flips him over, the figure's head is on her lap. She is stricken at first, nearly jumping out of her skin, and it only worsens when he opens his eyes. Blood is actively seeping from his clothes, and even in the maze's darkness, she can see the bruises and cuts all over his face.

It's Ryuki. ]


Mizuki, you're here.

[ His voice is weak. A smile seems to brighten his face, and she wants to say something. To apologize, even yell at him. But at this point, she doesn't even know if he's really here. She wants to push him away, put him in a box and never think about him again, but she can only place a shaking hand on his head.

She can feel him, even as the shadows seeping from him seem to drain her energy. ]


You couldn't save me, Mizuki. You weren't strong enough. But it's okay. I forgive you.

» NOTES: Similar to trial A, Ryuki will dissolve into shadow as she realizes she doesn't shoulder the blame alone for what happened.


👁️ (c) trial C: failure ▼ [SPOILERS for AInI's ending]
[ Is this it? ...Is there more?

Mirrors are creepy things, Mizuki thinks, yet as she navigates around them, nothing seems to happen at first. Then she'll start to see it: a grassy green texture she can almost smell. The light snow falling against her face.

It's the stadium.

A sea of men in both orange and grey protective, hazmat-like suits alike are charging, and Mizuki can be seen swinging her pipe, beating them back. The details wouldn't be clear to anyone but Mizuki, but there are others fighting by her side as well, and they are all counting on each other.

Everything feels more real with each step. In another mirror, Mizuki can be seen swinging again, but more haphazardly this time. There are no enemies to be seen this time, yet compared to the others (including one figure who fights with an identical pipe to hers), Mizuki fights far less elegantly. it's clear: Mizuki can't see anything. And in the final moment, there's a bullet that pierces her shoulder. Blood explodes from the wound before she collapses; yet even in her apparent death, it doesn't seem to end.

In one final mirror that seems further away than the rest, there's nothing. There is just one thick book, floating in a vast darkness, not unlike what you might find in a video game save screen. The book looks like a childish storybook that might pop out with colorful characters and images and simplistic words.

There is the silhouette of a cartoony-looking space rocket, and the title simply reads: ]



Don't you want to know how this story ends?|

[ All she has to do is reach for it, but no matter how hard she tries, she's unable to penetrate. She is pounding on the mirror in frustration, but her superstrength amounts to nothing. ]

» NOTES: My idea here was that the events in the stadium still haunt her along with the distinct possibility that she failed to save basically the world. She wants to know how it ends, and she wants to know she succeeded, but she can't just read about it. The mirror will become penetrable when she accepts that no such "book" exists. She has to go back one day and earn that ending for herself.


👁️ (d) wildcard
[ Mizuki is part of group 2! If none of these work for you if you want an alternate scenario or starter, feel free to write one or ask me and I can come up with something. ]
Edited 2023-09-11 22:12 (UTC)
orphne: (Kotone 1)

[personal profile] orphne 2023-09-11 02:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Very fair, thank you!
scythedance: (Default)

astralin | oc | ota

[personal profile] scythedance 2023-09-11 02:49 pm (UTC)(link)
i. TRIAL A
[This isn't the way he thought he'd wake up.

His eyes adjust to the dark corridor, slowly, still tired from the effects of the fog. Brain still hazy from his week, unable to really pin point why he was feeling much more tired and sluggish than before. Not only that, but his sense of paranoia had seemingly come back in full force; someone was watching him. He could feel it, everywhere, and now he was here in this corridor. Had he been kidnapped again?

As he takes a step forward, his hand reaches for his scythe -- a blurry figure of his two beloved partners shaping in front of him. For a moment, Astralin feeling a sense of vulnerability and safety, until loud, distorted voices ring through his ears.

You are simply just the extra person in your marriage.
No one truly loves you.
You are being played the fool.
We will abandon you as soon as we are sick of you.


With the swing of his scythe, the illusions fails to disappear and a sinister smile takes over on the illusion. A look of fear, anxiety, and almost guilt rushing through him. Every secret that he's kept to himself, put away in the back of his mind to forget, quickly coming to life. It was all too much, and that loud, distorted sound rings through this head once more.

Always put on a pedestal
But never living up to your true potential.
Everyone hates you because they think you're too good for them.
Isn't that right, little prodigy?
]


Enough!! Stop it!

[It's all too much. This whole week had been too much. He hardly realizes that he's crying, but he cannot help but drop to his knees in the corridor. His knees pressed against his chest; closed off to the world as his heart beats fast. Throat closing up as his body becomes numb once more.]

ii. wild card/helping hand
[Astralin will complete his trial, and after he does, he will be there to help. Please let me know if you need him to help! C:]
Edited 2023-09-11 14:49 (UTC)
laserguy: (learning to aim)

[personal profile] laserguy 2023-09-11 03:33 pm (UTC)(link)
So, would anything happen if Scott tried to blast the walls of the maze with his eye lasers?
nullificates: (q48)

dazai osamu | bungo stray dogs | CLICK TO EXPAND

[personal profile] nullificates 2023-09-11 03:48 pm (UTC)(link)
𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒂. 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒊 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈
(content warnings: suicide, self-harm, depression, dissociation)

(eerily quiet.

even the steps he bears as he wanders are silent to his ears. the faces flashing in and out of existence are distorted, shadowy figures dancing in the darkness, but none that seem to bear enough importance for dazai to stop - aside from the one by the corner of the corridor.

it’s dazai himself, a younger version of him, at least. feet and arms, as well as his waist, strapped to a hospital bed, as to avoid any escape attempts. up to now, everything is blurry, but the voice that echoes is sharp this time, factual as can be:

“good evening, dazai-kun. i’m your doctor, mori ogai. it’s a pleasure to meet you. you were brought to this hospital after an attempted suicide, do youremember?”


but the person isn’t there. the sole thing that can be heard is rough breathing from the machine that’s feeding his blood oxygen. dazai remembers this. it wasn’t too long until he was a witness to this man taking over the mafia, after all.

there’s nothing in this dazai’s eyes, emptiness, numbness, boredom - and it causes the man to sigh, sitting by the edge of the bed.)


Hey, kid.

(no response other than merely a hollow stare that grows from the boy, a warning - nothing you can tell him will move him in any way.)

💀

𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒃. 𝒊 𝒂𝒎 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒓𝒖𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆
𝒊'𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒖𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅
𝒃𝒚 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏
(content warnings: gore, death, existential fear, torture, depression)


(to dazai, what blocks his way to the next trial is a scenery he hopes no one stumbles upon. resting on the floor, bodies upon bodies of people he doesn’t undoubtedly recognize, but the hollow in their hearts, their contents thrown out as they took their last breaths is impossible for him not to - it’s his notorious technique, after all.

torture marks adorn all of them, from the most basic methods to the most creative, and past the sea of horrors, a throne triumphantly stands, along with the laboratory coat draped on the backrest and a scapel placed on the seat.

ah, naturally this would be brought up - dazai isn’t particularly impressed, although he can’t help but consider it a rather strong jab towards his own development. his nature, huh? a man whose soul leaks in black, drips darkness, touch numbing, and once his mask drops, his gaze is not unlike the bodies he walks past.

he tries so hard to be good, a novelty concept he isn’t sure he can understand. all he can do with the nature that rests in his heart is walk towards the light through the shadows it casts, but what he supposes this place is questioning is - is it enough?

he doesn’t know.)

💀

𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒄. 𝒊 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒖𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕
𝒊 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒇 𝒊 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒕
(content warnings: betrayal, suicide, depression, ANGER, violence, injury, death)


(womanizing, it says on his parchment. while dazai uses it to say, look, the crime written hardly matters, he knows the layers underneath it. it's not his disposition, but the reasoning behind it - dazai is a coward. sleeping around is easier than building something real, something he can lose - again. the scenery everchanges - at first glance, it's the porch in front of a modest house.

dazai lays there, bandaged, even his eye is covered by them, bleeding on the grass and gripping on several bills. the man that takes him is tall, red-headed, and while he's scruffy, it fits him. dazai just watches his first conversation with a man he'd loved - still loves. his expression is one hardly ever seen, like he's trying to reach for the untangible, eyebrows furrowed and teeth grinding - and yet, he can't take his eyes off the man.

⸺ “Being obedient is good. So next…”
⸺“Go to the hospital. Get treatments. You are really going to die.”
⸺“It’s perfect then. Just let me die like this.”
⸺“Fine then. If you want to die, just die. It’s your own life. I won’t stop you. But I will be in trouble if you die here. If you die here, no one will be able to testify that I am not the one who caused your injuries. I might be arrested.”
⸺“To be arrested, or to be killed by Port Mafia later, which one is better?’
⸺“That’s a hard question.”


the story is cut short to the very end. the next place is lupin, although the details are different from those who find themselves in the habit of drinking with dazai in this place.

⸺“Is this, by any chance, the place you should go before you die”? Isn’t it just a normal bar? I thought it would be a nicer place…”
⸺“Right. There is nothing special here. Just a bar. There is no secret. You have been tricked.”
⸺“What?”
⸺“Just think about it. How can a little guy like me know something that even the high and mighty Port Mafia does not know of? And didn’t you say you were thirsty? Master, I will have the usual.”
⸺“Why don’t you sit down?”
⸺ “How should I put it, so in other words… Did you lie to stop the… suicidal me… from dying?”
⸺ “No. I am not that kind of an admirable person. There is someone who is younger than me yet he seems to know everything about life, so I teased him a little bit. Just that.”
⸺ “I can’t really believe you but let’s leave it that way for now.”
⸺ “There is no need to be upset. There is still something in this world that you can believe for sure. And there are two. One, you haven’t beaten me at poker yet. And two, a dead person will forever lose the chance to play poker with the living.”


the sting. doesn't the sting hurt? he looks like he wants to cry. the next flash, dazai, ango, oda, all drink, nights spend, dazai's smile slightly less empty if one truly looks. then, it's somber. the three sit, but the air feels stuffy, it feels - hollow.
“Actually, I’m not supposed to reveal these matters.” Ango says. “If the Ministry of Internal Affairs’ higher ups find out about our meeting, it’ll be a big problem. For the time being, I have to disappear.”
⸺“Aiya, judging by your tone, you must still think that you’ll be able to leave this place alive, Ango. Isn’t that a given? A secret agency surrounded in mystery. Appearing and disappearing, an existence spoken of in rumors that makes gifted criminal organizations in the country tremble. One of its members is right before my eyes. I think the information and name lists I want you to spit out are even thicker than a dictionary, am I wrong?”
“Are you planning to turn this place into a battlefield?”, Oda asks.
“It’s my fault. I was mistaken. I selfishly believed that everyone could look past their positions and meet in this place. To avoid troubling the shop, I won’t retaliate, do as you wish.”
⸺“Ango. On my command, my subordinates will surround this area. But they haven’t surrounded the area yet. Before I change my mind, get out of my sight. I’m not upset. I knew this would happen from the very beginning. Regardless of whether or not Ango is from the Special Ability Department, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕. 𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔, 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒖𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎. 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒖𝒆.”
“Dazai, Odasakusan, I am the same as everyone. As a member of an underground organisation that I cannot disclose, as an ability user who arrests ability users, I have always buried myself in the dark corner of the government. I am a person who can never live a life walking the path of light. Someday, when the time changes, when the Special Ability Department and the mafia’s structures change, when we are in positions of greater freedom can we come back here to drink?
“Just stop, Ango. Forget it.”


the final memory is oda in his arms, bleeding, his final words echoing around the room, and dazai's mortified face - lost, scared, feeling, suffering.

“Listen. You told me if you put yourself in a world of violence and bloodshed, you might be able to find a reason to live. You won't find it. You should know that. Whether you're on the side that takes lives or the side that saves them, nothing beyond your own expectations will happen. Nothing in this world can fill the hole that is your loneliness. You will wander the darkness for eternity. Be on the side that saves people. If both sides are the same, then choose to become a good person. Save the weak, protect the orphaned. You might not see a great difference between right and wrong, but... saving others is something just a bit wonderful.”


for the first time in years, dazai might as well have blurry vision - the salt in his eyes won't allow him to see, or to move. he's stuck in place, frozen, much like he has always been in this moment.
chemex: (0121)

akira kurusu ♢ persona 5 royal/strikers ♢ ota!

[personal profile] chemex 2023-09-11 03:53 pm (UTC)(link)
▸// akira starts out in group 3! easy trial for him, as he's well aware of his crime-- he is a nasty crime boy, after all. his insecurities and fears work best when combined, so i've not written anything out for trial a, and instead focused on trial b. :> this is in "reverse" order, since he starts out with trial c.


c▼ a thief's larceny

[Akira actually found his crime to be pretty funny. Grand Larceny, committed by the leader of Tokyo's infamous Phantom Thieves? Who'd have thunk. This is a surprisingly easy trial for him, as a result, as he's entirely okay with the accusation.]

[He faces down six odd characters-- first a floating painting, an evil space man, and an asshole in a dumb helmet on a giant golden lion. Later, he encounters a lurid pink bunny woman, and Ursula the Sea Witch's frozen stepsister. The real struggle is that since he's not actively distressed by these, he just has to go punch them all in the face(s) because he can't easily access his Persona. The only of these encounters he seems to struggle with in any way looks a bit like a palette swap of himself.]

[Feel free to step in and help him punch things! He seems to have the whole situation pretty handled, but he'd never turn down a team.]


▸// come punch P5R/P5S bosses in the face with jonkler it'll be a great time. alternately; if you want to enlist his help in punching YOUR crime in the face, feel free to do that, also.


b▼ what does a joker fear?

[So the problem with largely silent protagonists, as it would happen, is that they don't always talk much. Akira is absolutely no exception, to the extent that when his fears manifest in Trial B, they don't manifest conventionally. They don't manifest outwardly, even. For just about anyone around him, he seems entirely unflappable as always, mild-mannered, hands in his pockets, quiet. He's focused on helping those around him, wholly unbothered by the more common fears.]

[If someone is scared of the dark, he'll pull out his smartphone and turn on its flashlight function and guide them around, intoning softly that the dark was a common, understandable fear. Most people were afraid of unknowns, of the potentials of what could come from darkness, so it was absolutely nothing to be ashamed of.]

[If someone scared of heights, he'll climb atop whatever manifests to present the fear, stand at the edge of the structure, and jump down, then standing at the bottom with his arms out as thought to catch them. He'll do this as many times as it takes, offer piggyback rides down, or just hang out. He's chill!]

[What most people don't see, however, is he isn't as unbothered as he presents. Every so often through the trial, especially while standing still, his posture will jolt infinitesimally, like a flinch or a brief shiver. Usually it's so small it's unnoticeable-- his neck will straighten up for a moment, his shoulders will pull back, he'll turn his head. The most obvious of these tics is that when idle, he'll fidget with the insides of his wrists, as if adjusting a pair of gloves he isn't wearing. For those more attuned to others, or to Akira specifically, it looks like he's suddenly heard something. The jolts get milder and more infrequent the longer he spends in the Trial, though with increasing frequency, he will close his eyes as though focusing. It's not an especially unusual thing to do, so clearly he's fine, right?]

[Please think he's fine.]

[Unfortunately for Akira, his projection of being fine can only go so far, and whenever he reaches what should be the exit of the Trial, anyone he's helped face their fears can pass through the exit without issue, but he cannot. He passes it off a time or two with strangers, reaching the exit and getting very tense and somewhat agitated, at one point bringing his hands up to cover his ears. But it's fine! He recovers swiftly, and nudges someone through the exit, saying he hears more people where they came from who need help. And so back into the main areas of the Trial he goes.]


▸// please respond to this with your character experiencing their fear to enlist akira's guidance! he will not be discussing the fears he's experiencing/being presented with anyone he does not know, and even close CR he's gonna be a total pill about it. sorry not sorry i love suffering.


wildcard▼ you'll never see it coming?

▸// hit me with anything not covered in the existing prompts if you like! i didn't post to the plotting thing because i'm a space cadet, but if you wanna plot stuff not presented here you can bother me on discord at ghosthotel! :>
Edited 2023-09-11 15:54 (UTC)
oracledriven: (believing visions unseen)

noel kreiss | final fantasy xiii | ota

[personal profile] oracledriven 2023-09-11 04:00 pm (UTC)(link)
i—back to the start [trial b and maze exploration]
[He realizes something is off as soon as he wakes, finding cold stone beneath him instead of his bed. Immediately, Noel is on his feet, pacing almost nervously as he tries to get an idea of where he's ended up.]

Hey— hello? Anyone hear me? Serah! Mog! …anyone?

a. exploring the maze
[Footsteps. Noel is no stranger to exploring places like this, but he doesn't love doing it on his own, so when he hears that, he heads in the direction the sound is coming from.] Hey. Someone there?

[Alternatively: he is also no stranger to falling rocks (long story), and to the threat they pose. Hearing the telltale signs of loosening masonry, he shoulder checks someone about to get too close to having their head smashed in.] Watch out! [Thunk! A big chunk of rock clatters to the floor of the maze.]

b. a helping hand
[So this is a trial that shows peoples' greatest fears, huh? Some of those fears happen to be monsters—something he can easily help with. You need a second set of hands with that big guy? Here he is, with one sword for each of them. … hands, I mean. Anyway, illusion or hallucination or not, he's here to help.]

Look sharp—here it comes!

c. fragment: the dying world—I lived at the end of days. I've seen how we end.
[The long corridor seems to shimmer a bit, flickering, as if it's uncertain of what it's going to become. But in the end, it always comes back to this: the Dying World, a lifeless world breathing its last gasp before extinction. Noel's home. As far as the eye can see—nothing but gray sands and overcast skies. Small, gnarled husks of trees reach through the ground as if grasping for survival before their inevitable demise. In the distance, a small, lone settlement, cobbled together from scraps and eroded almost beyond recognition. As for Noel? He doesn't seem scared as much as…sad, maybe. Bitter. A little resentful.]

Haven't we done this already? You don't think once is enough?

[Whomever happens to be sharing the area—he doesn't seem to be talking to you. He looks up at the sky and frowns, sighing a bit. Finally he turns to you and shrugs, shaking his head. Right. Greatest fear. Doesn't seem like he's gonna be able to talk his way out of this.]

… Guess the only way out is through. You coming?


ii—chasing memories [trial c]

a. fragment: the dying world—a world without you is no world at all.
[The Farseer settlement within the dying world is small and pathetic beneath the overcast sky. Noel steps into the mirror, steps into this moment, and it doesn't take a second for him to figure out what it is. He heads immediately for Etro's statue—for the Oracle Drive, and for the slight wisp of girl praying before it. She doesn't seem to note his presence as he hovers nearby, looking helplessly as she continues her prayer.]

I know what's going to happen. [He can't make eye contact with whomever happens to be here with him; he never takes his eyes off of the girl.] And in a way, I guess it's my fault. Maybe if I had never changed the past, she wouldn't have had to see a new future.

b. fragment: luxerion—so yeah. I destroyed the world. it's a hell of a thing.
[The Warren is a dingy, run-down part of a town that looks like it's all seen better days—as has its residents. Most look out at the world with deadened eyes, tired beyond their years, as if all joy has been leeched from the world around them. And in a way, it has: welcome to Nova Chrysalia, what's left of Gran Pulse after five hundred years of Chaos lapping at the outer edges of reality. A place where no one dies, and yet no one really lives, either.

Noel is here, in a little run-down shack he's been calling home for a few centuries, twisting a daisy between his fingers. He seems to be having a conversation with a pink-haired woman.

"Five short centuries. That's all we had. Now, even that's gone."

"Noel…"
the woman begins. "It wasn't your fault. It never was. If anyone's to blame, it's me."

During the conversation, reality seems to ripple around you. Suddenly, you find yourself in the place of the pink-haired woman, facing Noel. He looks as if he's ready to fight.]


It's nothing personal, Lightning. [He rises to his feet, dropping the flower with its wrinkled stem as if it's nothing. At last he draws his weapon, swords separating.]

Five hundred years ago, I committed the ultimate sin. One more death on my conscience won't do anything to me.

[He sure sounds convinced that that's true, but the look in his eyes? Sadness, regret, reluctance. This isn't what he wants. It's not what any of them would have wanted.]

c. fragment: 500 af—I wanted to protect her…I thought I had. I thought she was safe.
[No matter how he tries to avoid it, it was always going to come to this—the real memory that he's certain must be the reason behind his crime. He's caused a lot of pain, a lot of heartbreak, but this? This is the worst of them all. Because he was supposed to protect her, he was supposed to make sure she made it through safely, and instead?

Instead there's a young woman in his arms, cold and still, her eyes closed. A brief glance might make you think she's asleep, but there's a pale stiffness to her posture and form that speaks volumes at a second glance.

His eyes are clear, but there are streaks on his cheeks where tears have recently fallen. After a moment, he looks up at you—you, who have stepped into this paramount proof of his crime.]


I can't— [His voice wavers. By now, he knows that he has to leave, and yet,] I can't leave her here. I'm sorry.


iii—end of the road [trial a]

a. fragment—she's gonna be disappointed as hell in me.
[Visible to Noel and anyone around him is a teenage girl, slight in stature, with long silvery blue hair. The instant Noel lays eyes on her, his expression crumples, all the walls he keeps up shattering like glass. Her eyes look him up and down, as if she sees right through him, her expression neutral. Placid, but analytical.

"Lightning…you were going to kill her. You thought it would bring me back."

If you look at Noel, each word she speaks is a visible dagger through his heart. He swallows his feelings, takes a deep, shuddering breath. He tries his best to make eye contact with her, but his eyes keep moving away. He can't look at her, not like this. Not when she's leveling that kind of accusation at him.]


I know. In the end, I…couldn't do it. I knew you wouldn't have wanted that.

["And yet, you wanted it. You thought about it. You…wished for it."]

I didn't… [But he's stammering now, faltering, lost for words.] I-- …Yeul…

b. fragment—I'd already signed the world's death warrant.
[The man who appears doesn't stand so much as he towers, broad-shouldered, confident. The very picture of a hero. The way he looks at Noel is difficult to describe: pity, regret, sadness. Worry. Maybe Noel is projecting those things onto him, but the moment he sees the man, he lets out a ragged, shuddering breath.]

What're you doing here?

[Snow scoffs, frowning a little. "I was worried. We all are. First Hope disappears, and now you? We're supposed to be a team." Noel doesn't respond, but is once more unable to look the man in the eye. Snow continues, his tone softer, "You…know that no one blames you, right? I don't blame you. What happened to Serah, to everything—it wasn't your-"]

Shut up! I don't wanna hear it from you! [His tone is sharp, surprisingly so, and abrupt, but the expression on his face is more fearful than anything even as he lunges at Snow. The apparition is solid—solid enough that when he throws a punch, Snow catches it. He throws a second punch.] What the hell is wrong with you?! Why aren't you mad at me? [Another punch.] Why don't you blame me? [Another.] Five hundred years of suffering, and it's my fault! The whole world is dying—because of me! Why the hell aren't you mad about it?!

[…But here's the thing about apparitions and illusions…they don't get tired. So Snow just keeps catching those punches, over and over, for as long as Noel keeps throwing them, his shouts becoming increasingly more despairing.]


wildcard.
[Noel starts out in GROUP B and will be going through all of the trials, before becoming stuck in TRIAL A for the rest of the event. feel free to run into him at any time! here is his plotting comment, and i can be reached on plurk at [plurk.com profile] posolutely or in discord chat if you wanna talk about a different scenario]
Edited 2023-09-13 21:03 (UTC)
chemex: (0096)

b; hewwo

[personal profile] chemex 2023-09-11 04:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[Too bad, Dazai, Akira has arrived. He spends the most time in this Trial, because he won't address his own fears, but that's entirely beside the point. At every instance he comes across someone else, and their fear, he focuses wholly and completely on them, drowning out the voices in his mind representing his own.]

[He sees Dazai before the carnage, and as he starts walking toward him his shoe bumps one of the bodies in a sea of tortured limbs and viscera at their feet. He stops, takes a half-step back, and looks out across the mess, stunned. He's... overall, not as surprised as he could be. He's pretty sure Dazai has mentioned, in that lighthearted tone he uses when he's playing something off, that he's killed people. And if he hasn't said it in so many words, Akira's heard it between them. So no, the sea of bodies doesn't surprise him, but he brings a hand up to his mouth to press the back of his palm against his nose, circling around the far edge.]

[He avoids looking at them, just letting the mass remain in his periphery so he doesn't step on anyone. He moves his hand only when he is close enough to Dazai that he doesn't have to speak to get his attention-- he reaches out, instead, bumping the backs of his knuckles into his arm, gently.]
nullificates: (b27)

cw gore

[personal profile] nullificates 2023-09-11 04:36 pm (UTC)(link)
(dazai's tone lacks everything - his usual flair, the easy-going tones and inflations he uses to bring his mask to life. instead, it's flat, serious, his voice unmoving as he looks down. another body, disfigured a compliment to it's state.)

This isn't something for kids to see, you should go.

(sounds harsh, but he was a kid, not at all older than akira himself when he did all of this. it's an advice, not a scolding.)
chemex: (0019)

[personal profile] chemex 2023-09-11 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[His mouth quirks, pulled into a frown. Akira doesn't fully realize, but Dazai's voice is one of the one echoing in the back of his head, currently quite ignored, and now it has a much more convincing phrase, spoken with his actual voice.]

[But he just pushes his knuckles against Dazai's arm again.]
Eighteen is considered an adult in some countries. [Gently, but with a stubborn conviction Dazai has probably come to expect from this kid.]
nullificates: (q57)

[personal profile] nullificates 2023-09-11 04:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Stop punching me.

(or, well, pushing him. a part of him wants to tell amira if he won't leave, then he should look. no twist or turn to his stomach, no pull to his heart. some of these had been interesting, he remembers, like assembling and disassembling a puzzle.

ultimately, it had been boring. much like everything had been by that point.)


What do you want?
chemex: (0096)

[personal profile] chemex 2023-09-11 04:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[He pockets his hands finally, not-quite smiling. There's not much to smile about, right now.] Just making sure you're actually with me, here.

[He doesn't look at the bodies, but he angles himself to where it's clear they're what he's talking about.] These yours?
nullificates: (z68)

[personal profile] nullificates 2023-09-11 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah. Yes. Before I was eighteen-an-adult-in-some-countries, I was... Someone else.

(still flat. his eyes don't move towards the boy, they are fixated on the thrown, a mild disgust curling the edge of his lip.

he doesn't feel particularly in any way towards the massacre, but toward the throne? the mafia can burn.)


... Or was I?
Edited 2023-09-11 17:06 (UTC)
chemex: (0071)

[personal profile] chemex 2023-09-11 05:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[Akira notes how he doesn't look out toward the bodies, frowning slightly, and shuffles two steps closer to him to look around him at the throne.] I'm bad at riddles, Dazai.
ticket218: (♣ 1)

Sigma | Bungo Stray Dogs

[personal profile] ticket218 2023-09-11 05:07 pm (UTC)(link)
I. Trial C : Wake up puppet boy.
[ You're not sure exactly when, but somehow, at some point, you've stepped into an oppressive heat.

It's not too unlike the desert from the expedition the other month, but there's no ruins or camp to act as landmarks. There's nothing, in fact. Just miles and miles of sand as far as the eye can see. After a long while of walking one might be tempted to rest, but something slithering into your bones tells you no, you can't--you may not see them, but there are things out there, watching, waiting, and if they so much as catch a glimpse of you they'll take you.

You have to keep going.

You're not sure how long it takes, but eventually something breaks up the monotony. A set of footprints, curiously bare, but there. Should you follow them they'll lead you to another possibly welcome sight, a church, its bricks bleached and partially buried in the sand. Not so deep that you can't jam your way in through the partially open door, thank goodness, and finally have a break from the sun.

Once inside, everything is...oddly silent. No muffled sounds of passing breezes from outside, no echoing footsteps from your own feet. Should you purposefully try to make noise it sounds far away, perhaps even underwater, a jumbled mess that can't quite make it to the forefront of your senses.

If that doesn't bother you, at least there are plenty of spots to hunker down and have a rest. One, though, a shaded corner behind the very last row of broken, worn down pews, is taken. It's Sigma, back pressed against the wood of the pew and curled in on himself as if it's freezing here instead of mildly less uncomfortable than outside. He doesn't seem to have noticed you, eyes fixed downwards but not quite looking at anything in particular...
]


II. Trial B : Stay out of bed.
[ You turn a corner, and suddenly the corridor you were in is a room.

It's not a particularly special looking room, but it's cozy. A sofa in front of a fireplace, a rocking chair set catty-cornered to it with an old woven blanket draped across it, books, toys, and pillows scattered about sometimes where they shouldn't be and melting in with the warm reds and browns of the room to contrast with the chilly looking evening outside. A family is preparing for dinner--you can't tell if these people look very much alike, but something in the back of your mind slots that tidbit into place. The children are running after each other, father chatting with a grandparent while the mother calls from another room, the kitchen, something or another about how much time is left.

When the family notices you, they're excited. You're like an old friend to them, your visit a happy surprise, would you like to stay for dinner? Oh don't be shy, they always make enough for leftovers, here here have a seat! They'd love to hear about what you've been up to.

Or, maybe, you walked in on the other side of the room.

Invisible from the room itself, there's a large pane of glass separating it and a dark, cramped space. There's no light here, only what's showing through from the living room, and all the happy conversations are muffled to the point of being barely audible. You can step through this glass no problem, be on either side of it you wish, but the family won't seem to notice your strange disappearance or have any idea what you're talking about should you bring it up. What, is that some kind of horror story you've been reading? Don't scare the kids before bed, now!

Though you don't seem to have any problems going through the glass, someone does. Sigma's on the other side, in the dark, looking longingly at the scene playing out in front of him with his hands pressed solidly against the strange barrier.

He's all alone back here.
]


III. Trial A : Little problems little minds.
[ So you've been traversing this maze for a while now. Maybe you're still trucking along fine enough, maybe you're getting sick of it, but at least you haven't run into anything weird for a little while now. Hell, that could mean you're getting close to the exit! ...If you're into wishful thinking. It helps sometimes.

Whatever your train of thought may be, it's interrupted by a sudden noise. Pitter-patters getting closer, soon becoming clear to be tiny running footsteps, and eventually their owner crosses 'round a corner and you can get a good look.

A child, somewhere around preschool age, with distinctive hair split into white and lilac. He looks like he's on a mission, wherever he's running off to, but once he sees another person he comes skidding to a stop in the middle of the corridor, clumsily correcting himself to rush back behind the corner he came from.

...Which doesn't last long. The kid's curious, it seems, poking his head out to look back at you with wide, searching eyes. He doesn't say anything for now, just...stares.
]


IV. WILDCARD : Dance, dance, dance!
[ Sigma is in Group C, so that'll be his first trial! Notes about most everything are in the plotting post, but if there's anything else you want to know or something else you want to do, please feel free to hit me up. ]
nullificates: (o86)

[personal profile] nullificates 2023-09-11 05:17 pm (UTC)(link)
(is it a riddle? he thought he'd been straightforward. his own steps guide him towards the throne, where the view is more complete. tap. tap on the backrest, so the white coat slides down.)

Simple, Akira-kun. You see all this? This is a legacy I don't want -- but could easily have.
chemex: (0041)

[personal profile] chemex 2023-09-11 05:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[He wrinkles his face a little, watching the coat slide.]

...white would look kind of weird on you, I think. [He's trying to figure out how to help. Dazai's given him... some to go on, some to work with, but this isn't as straightforward as someone afraid of the dark.] Could..., so it isn't yours, right?
orphne: (Kotone 29)

kotone shiomi | persona 3 portable | ota

[personal profile] orphne 2023-09-11 05:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Trial A: Leadership
[It feels like Tartarus.

Shivering a little in her pale pink pajamas and slippers, all she can do is venture forward. It's not like she sleeps with her naginata or her Evoker, so on top of not being properly dressed, it's impossible not to feel more than a little vulnerable being completely unarmed!]


continue...?They'd still be alive if someone else had been the leader.

Huh?

[Kotone stops short, shivering again in the sudden chill as a voice that sounds suspiciously like her own echoes out of the fog.]

Why make me the leader? Why did they think I'd be any good at it at all? I never even wanted to do it. I only know how to say what people want to hear.

[As she keeps moving forward through the fog, trying to block out the voice, she rounds a corner to be confronted with, well -- herself, though in her SEES uniform rather than her pajamas. This Kotone looks terrified in spite of her harsh words, crouched in a corner with her hands clasped over her ears.]

I don't want to be the leader, I don't want the responsibility, I don't want to make decisions anymore. Just let me sleep!

Trial C: Trip down memory lane (spoilers for Persona 3, cw: discussion of death)
[Sometime between her first and second trial, she'd managed to find her clothing; dressed properly in her school uniform, complete with SEES armband and Evoker, she grips a feathery green naginata in one hand as she keeps moving forward. Or, well, trying to. Her own memories keep playing on repeat, over and over again.]

continue...?
[A dark alleyway, the sky stained green as Shinjiro Aragaki is shot once, twice, trying to protect Ken Amada. A hospital, almost too clean as the doctors tell them it's unlikely that he'll ever regain consciousness.]

> Yesterday was a terrible tragedy.
> However, you must still go to school today.


[New Year's Eve. A boy with a yellow scarf and a sad smile transforms into Thanatos, begging you to kill him. It'll be easier for everyone if he dies. At least then you'll enjoy your final days before the end, instead of living in fear of your own death.]

> Let Ryoji live

[You stand in a vast empty plain, facing the floating orb of a god. No matter how much you fight, you can't win. You can hear the voices of your friends calling out to you in the distance, giving you strength, forcing you to stand up again and again to keep fighting. If you keep going, you'll die. But you're the only one who has this power. The power they gave you.]

> Great Seal

[Aigis is a robot. Her hard metal legs aren't the most comfortable place to rest your head, but at least she's there. The sun is warm and pleasant, the breeze cool and comforting as you listen to Aigis talk. At least someone remembered you in the end. You tried so hard to last until graduation, to see all of your friends again. You'd all promised.

But it doesn't look like anyone else is coming.
]


> Close your eyes.

[Through it all, as you're experiencing these memories together with her, Kotone just grips her naginata and tries for a smile. She's alright! She's fine.]

Trial B: Fear of being forgotten
[She's had enough.

She's tired. Dragging herself forward, step by step, is getting harder and harder. The air is too heavy, dragging her back and wearing her down, until finally, she just stops. It doesn't matter anymore. No one is coming for her. No one will remember her.]


continue...?
[Drawing her knees into herself, she rests her naginata against the wall beside her and buries her face in her knees.

The longer she sits there, the easier it is to blend into the fog. One could walk past her several times without even noticing that she's there. She won't speak up or make any sound. And even once she is noticed, it almost seems as though she's not entirely there. Not quite translucent, but certainly not solid.

She's never been able to do anything alone. This is no exception.]


[Feel free to hit me up on discord or on plurk @[plurk.com profile] jaderhade for plotting! I'm also happy to write closed starters if you've got an idea!]
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[personal profile] nullificates 2023-09-11 05:42 pm (UTC)(link)
... No, it's the asshole who half-raised me - not that the legacy is his to begin with. Can you imagine? To lead a Mafia.

(his fingers touch the scalpel, picking it up with ease. it's just how he remembers, the same one mori used to slit the throat of his predecessor.)
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c.

[personal profile] ticket218 2023-09-11 06:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A few weeks in, Sigma had resigned himself to the fact he'd never get to see anything about Dazai from the crystal clarity of his own point of view. Not that Sigma ever intended to force the issue, he was just curious--always is--and the walls upon walls Dazai keeps up nurtured that curiosity.

Having some of it sated like this feels...wrong.

He doesn't know how long Dazai's had to mourn this man his memory's cradling on the floor. Doesn't know if any amount of time is enough if the loss is too great. He can't...he can't empathize. Only sympathize. Only recognize that the Dazai in front of him, the real one, is in enough pain that he's crying openly for the first time since they've met and Sigma very much wants it to stop.

So he reaches out, careful, gentle, to tug at the back of Dazai's sleeve. Half to let him know he's there, and half to ask permission.
]
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Tsunayoshi Sawada | Katekyou Hitman Reborn

[personal profile] theskyaccepts 2023-09-11 06:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[The First Trial]

[Walking through the fog, it soon starts to take a familiar shape to Tsuna. That of a regular Japanese middle school. There are groups of students milling about in the hallway as it's lunchtime, and Tsuna is making his way to the roof where he usually eats.

It's weird right now though. He's walking alone. These days he never does something like that. Gokudera is always at his side but this time he's not. Chrome isn't here either, for some reason, though, she might be off with the girls. He thinks he sees Yamamoto and goes to wave, but Yamamoto moves off with another group. Probably the baseball team. That would make sense. Ryohei's also probably busy with the boxing club. And Hibari is Hibari.

That just leaves Tsuna alone. It's a familiar feeling, this loneliness, but Tsuna hasn't felt it for a long time. And he's not sure what he's done to make his friends go away. Was he that bad of a leader? Of a boss?

Maybe they're all waiting on the roof actually, so he keeps walking. Though he can hear titters from the other groups.

"There goes loser Tsuna. Did you see his last math test?"
"How's he so stupid anyway? I don't think I've ever seen him get double digits"
"The face plant in gym class was hilarious? Who even trips over their own feet?"
"What a loser"


Tsuna hunches, trying to ignore the echoes. It's not like that anymore, it's not! But eventually it gets so loud that Tsuna stops, his hands over his ears and his eyes screwed shut to try and drown it out. But he's alone, and small, and easy to trip over.]


[The Second Trial]

[Here's the thing. Tsuna is a bit of a coward. He's scared of a lot of things. Bats, slugs, cockroaches, ghosts, most buys really, heights. Biachi's poison cooking, there's a lot of things that can set Tsuna on edge. To say nothing of more intangible fears like something happening to his family and friends. But he's also faced down a lot of those fears, and beaten them, finding the strength to move forward when he thought he couldn't.

But there is a fear that isn't easy to express. Against a lot of his wishes, Tsuna is somehow still on track to become the next leader of the Vongola, whether you want to call him Decimo or Neo Vongola Primo. And some part of him acknowledges that it's got to be him, otherwise things will never change, but that doesn't mean he has to like it. And he knows he has the support of his friends to make that change happen. But part of him is still scared that he's not going to be able to do what he wants. And instead of changing the Vongola, he'll be absorbed by it. And that's what appears before him.

It's hard to say who the figure in the suit is. From some angles, it's a man with short black hair with scars all over his face, an ornament draped over his left shoulder. From others, it's a white haired man with tattoos under his eye and a rather bemused expression. And from a third, an older version of Tsuna, with a cold expression on his face, orange flames just as brilliant but lacking the warmth that they should have. And Tsuna feels very small in from of them.]


[The Third Trial]

[Despite the fact that Tsuna has been told he's going to be a Mafia boss, Tsuna hasn't really had to do anything a mafioso would do, traditionally. The closest would be Mafialand, but even then, one can assume that Tsuna's failure was really a setup to begin training with Colonello.

But he knows what the mafia is capable of. What the Vongola is capable of. A lot of the images that flash around him are from the Inheritance Test, for him to accept the Will of the Vongola. It doesn't make them any harder to look at. The violence, the bloodshed, the things he has vowed to change. And after the two trials he's been through, there's a little more resolve there.]


I'm still going to destroy it.

[Respite]

[Whenever he finds one of these rooms, Tsuna definitely takes advantage of what is there. He does not like this fog, this labyrinth and he would much rather be free please and thank you.

You'll probably find him wrapped in a blanket and determinedly eating a plate of cookies. Just, any sort of comfort right now would be nice.]



[ooc: Tsuna will begin in Group A. Further plotting can be done here or at [plurk.com profile] urbaninja]
Edited 2023-09-11 18:31 (UTC)