expiationlogs | ( closed ) the moment man devoured the fruit of knowledge, he sealed his fate.

Who: Ryoji and Various.
Where: All across Aldrip.
What: Some closed starters for the Gnosia event!
Warnings: General death and violence, incineration, assisted suicide/suicide, choking, ego death. Will update as it progresses!

This revelation does not come with fanfare. This is one that comes as subtle epiphany, like remembering to fetch your clothes from the laundromat or realizing you forgot to water your plants for the day. This is waking up and realizing something that has been there all along, something that has always existed inside you.

For Ryoji, it is a purpose. He doesn’t know where it comes from or why it is, only that it is ingrained in the fibers of his existence this entire time. It is instinct, a compulsion he cannot fight against — it is not a choice, or a quirk of personality. An instrument is only capable of fulfilling the purpose it has been given.

Nothing has to change, because everything is as how it has always been. As it should be. His regained dark wings remain tucked away, until the moment is at hand.

Humanity yearns for salvation. And he has been born to grant their final wish.

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[The city has fallen silent, and streets echo in its newfound emptiness.

As the lives within this prison dwindle, the need to be more discreet increases. Not if Ryoji wants to continue his work, before he is captured and “cured” by the crew. The mere thought of it is an itch on his skin — he doesn’t want to feel that uncertainty of not knowing who he really is ever again.

Ryoji is lucky though, he thinks. Because he has a senpai by his side. Shinjiro-senpai might be gruff and grumpy all the time, but he’s always willing to lend a hand. And he has to admit, he has been starting to feel a little lonely.

Alas, this last kill had been messy. His victim was a strong one, and Ryoji felt like he could have been overpowered if not for the timely intervention from Shinjiro-senpai. But now they have to deal with the clean-up — nobody should have seen them commit the crime in this dark alleyway, but the rotting corpse would eventually smell.]

I only wish he didn’t struggle. [Ryoji sighs, shoulders practically drooping. Perhaps the sight of mangled guts should make his stomach turn, but this sight to him feels as familiar as the sun rising.] Then he wouldn’t have suffered as he died.

[There’s blood on his scarf from the confrontation, but he doesn’t seem to notice it at all.]

[It had been messy, in a way that almost made the work feel tasteless. Despite that strong feeling in his chest pulling him to the Gnosia, knowing their work is necessary and correct-- Ryoji's words echo his own thoughts. Death is one of the few inevitabilities. Accepting it made things so much easier, for everyone involved.

He'd ended up with more blood on him- physically restraining them to allow Ryoji to get the kill. And so he lets go and lets the body slump with a dull noise as its completely slack weight hitting the asphalt. ]

People wanna pretend it'll never happen to them as long as they can. You'd think they'd realize the whole point of life is that it ain't forever. [It's said with a sort of pity: understanding the urge, but also feeling personally beyond it. He rubs his palm on his coat, already accepting that he'll have to wash the blood out yet again. At least the red wool helps obscure the nature of the stains.]

You know where you wanna stash this guy? Or should I act like I found it happening and make up some shit about what the killer looked like?

( closed ) the moment man devoured the fruit of knowledge, he sealed his fate.

for shinjiro! (cw: descriptions of a corpse)

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