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expiationlogs2024-08-02 07:35 pm
entreats) wrote in expiationlogs2024-08-02 07:35 pm
(open) i went through my list of friends and found i had no one to tell
Who: Ange Ushiromiya and YOU!
Where: All over Aldrip.
What: Ange is dealing with the aftermath of the Gnosia event-- and worse so than she's pretending to be.
Warnings: A chance of talk of mental illness (mostly depression, mixed in with some complex abandonment trauma) and death (in regards to the recent event).
[ It's not like Ange hasn't dealt with anything in this place, really. She's been here for over a year now, and there have been plenty of things before that really shook her to the core - especially that dumb maze from a long while ago now, and everything that had appeared in it. But the most recent event might have been the wildest thing yet. It was very reminiscent of the games back home, which sure didn't help. Even though her family might not have been on the line this time around, watching her friends be on the line was practically just as bad.
And now.. the town is normal again. And they're expected to go on like the usual.
So Ange tries to do just that - even if something threatens to fester below. ]
( a. come across ange - open to all! )
[ Maybe you're coming across one of the more quiet and empty parts of town, or maybe right outside town, where you may have found someone who set up a little shooting range - even if it's not much more than a single target standing there in an empty field or park.
The sight that might be more surprising - if you recognize the girl - is Ange standing there, holding a bow as she's staring at the target, looking rather focused. It's been a long, long time since she bothered to practice archery before giving up on it, so the sight of her doing it again is certainly new to most people. (And not inspired at all by a specific person being on her mind, what do you mean--) She pulls back the string before releasing the arrow. It flies at the target, and..
.. It only hits one of the outer rings.
The girl mutters something under her breath, her steps more like stomps as she heads over to the target to retrieve the arrow, pulling it out. As she turns around to go back to where she was standing a moment ago to perhaps go for a second attempt, she'll spot you right there. She frowns, speaking up with a: ]
What are you looking at?
[ Is she embarrassed? A little more touchy than the usual, considering she doesn't seem to be wearing her poker face or her usual emotionless tone when she spoke up like that? Who knows. ]
( b. ange comes across you - only for existing cr! )
[ For once, Ange doesn't totally isolate in the face of what happened during the event. It's almost as if she learned something, ssshh.
Which means that at some point during the days right after the town returns back to normal, you may find Ange reaching out to you if she knows you. She'll be at your door if she knows where you live, but if she doesn't, she may have sent you a text to come meet up with her at a cafe in town.
Either way, regardless of whether you're greeting her at your doorstep or in the cafe, the girl scowls and immediately starts with: ]
Everything that happens in this place is such bullshit.
[ Okay, hi, hello to you too, Ange-- ]
( ooc: feel free to hit me up with either brackets or prose, i will match! or if you'd like to wildcard this or ask for a custom starter, feel free to let me know too, i'm very flexible! )
Where: All over Aldrip.
What: Ange is dealing with the aftermath of the Gnosia event-- and worse so than she's pretending to be.
Warnings: A chance of talk of mental illness (mostly depression, mixed in with some complex abandonment trauma) and death (in regards to the recent event).
[ It's not like Ange hasn't dealt with anything in this place, really. She's been here for over a year now, and there have been plenty of things before that really shook her to the core - especially that dumb maze from a long while ago now, and everything that had appeared in it. But the most recent event might have been the wildest thing yet. It was very reminiscent of the games back home, which sure didn't help. Even though her family might not have been on the line this time around, watching her friends be on the line was practically just as bad.
And now.. the town is normal again. And they're expected to go on like the usual.
So Ange tries to do just that - even if something threatens to fester below. ]
( a. come across ange - open to all! )
[ Maybe you're coming across one of the more quiet and empty parts of town, or maybe right outside town, where you may have found someone who set up a little shooting range - even if it's not much more than a single target standing there in an empty field or park.
The sight that might be more surprising - if you recognize the girl - is Ange standing there, holding a bow as she's staring at the target, looking rather focused. It's been a long, long time since she bothered to practice archery before giving up on it, so the sight of her doing it again is certainly new to most people. (And not inspired at all by a specific person being on her mind, what do you mean--) She pulls back the string before releasing the arrow. It flies at the target, and..
.. It only hits one of the outer rings.
The girl mutters something under her breath, her steps more like stomps as she heads over to the target to retrieve the arrow, pulling it out. As she turns around to go back to where she was standing a moment ago to perhaps go for a second attempt, she'll spot you right there. She frowns, speaking up with a: ]
What are you looking at?
[ Is she embarrassed? A little more touchy than the usual, considering she doesn't seem to be wearing her poker face or her usual emotionless tone when she spoke up like that? Who knows. ]
( b. ange comes across you - only for existing cr! )
[ For once, Ange doesn't totally isolate in the face of what happened during the event. It's almost as if she learned something, ssshh.
Which means that at some point during the days right after the town returns back to normal, you may find Ange reaching out to you if she knows you. She'll be at your door if she knows where you live, but if she doesn't, she may have sent you a text to come meet up with her at a cafe in town.
Either way, regardless of whether you're greeting her at your doorstep or in the cafe, the girl scowls and immediately starts with: ]
Everything that happens in this place is such bullshit.
[ Okay, hi, hello to you too, Ange-- ]
( ooc: feel free to hit me up with either brackets or prose, i will match! or if you'd like to wildcard this or ask for a custom starter, feel free to let me know too, i'm very flexible! )
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[He shrugs his shoulder, looking out at the target again with a lost in his thoughts look. For a moment his presence seems to becoming less, almost as if him being there is a mere daydream or an afterthought of reality.
When Douman speaks again, his voice sounds thoughtful.]
....But it'd fit.
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You think this place feeds on us?
[ A beat, and then she adds, coupled with a slight thoughtful tilt of her head: ]
Literally, or metaphorically? [ Look, he's a youkai, right? Ange wouldn't put any assumption of the former past him because of that. Feeding on things is what some youkai just do, so it might not be as strange of an assumption for him. Ange - despite being human - can also suggest it relatively calmly, rather than looking panicked about it. She's seen worse. ]
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[He tilts his head and his mask enough to flash the barest glimmer of a melancholic smile.]
Why not both? Our emotions and souls might be eaten and our bodies sucked dry until not even brittle bones remain - and then our thoughts and memories may be recycled as statists to keep the illusion going for the next round of victims. That's what a smart monster might do.
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[ She makes it sound so simple, but at the same time.. the girl knows it's not that simple at all. If it was, then she would have been gone from this world a whole lot earlier, having found some way back to the place she's meant to be.
But even though it has seemed impossible to do anything about this place, she doesn't want to give up. There's a certain kind of determination in her eyes as she looks at him. ]
I refuse to just let this dumb place consume me. It doesn't deserve it. Especially when it's too cowardly to face us head-on.
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[His nonverbal response is both thoughtful and laconi, with a side of wry amusement to it. Those things are always as awfully easier said than done, aren't they? He is still annoyed at how little progress he has made at figuring out the mechanic that keeps this 'world' going himself.]
Not facing us head-on might be the only way it can do what it does. Maybe it doesn't even have a real body in the common sense.
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It can manifest things though. It's manifested this city. The locals. If it wanted to talk to us, surely it could manifest something to do exactly that, right?
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[Which is the crux of the matter. It's hard to deal with something if you don't even know what it is.]
Maybe it's something sentient. Maybe it's an animal, or an object like a house. Maybe it's a place. Until we don't know at least that much, it will be hard to come up with a plan how to counter it.
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The girl slowly breathes out.
Then she buries her face into her hands. It doesn't seem exasperation at him. She doesn't think Douman is saying anything stupid here. It's just-- ]
I'm so tired. [ She sounds like it. Something about the fatigue in her voice makes her sound younger - or rather, more appropriate to her actual age, since she so often acts like an adult when she technically isn't one. ] I've been chasing down the truth of this place for over a year now, and I have almost nothing to show for it but the constant dumb torture this place forces on us.
[ It's all a little bit too much. Especially for someone as young and as - technically - human as Ange. ]