[CLOSED] green gardens are not what's growing in my psyche

[mightymorphin]

Who: Morph and Douman
Where: The X-Mansion
What: When Morph's sentencing-induced paranoia causes them to lash out, it's a little like the first time they met Nurarihyon, which is to say it's not romantic in the slightest.
Warnings: Violence, a sprinkle of sadism


[Morph has been increasingly scarce lately, to the point that they were practically haunting the mansion, taking such pains to avoid the other residents that they've been using small animal forms to scamper through the halls and keep away from the others. They stopped going to work, and finding them out and about in town has become nearly impossible. While they're still a little active on the network, it's not much, and what they've been posting is far from their usual cheer.

The feeling that something was wrong had just kept growing. Now Morph was sure the other Chosen were staring at them every time they showed their real face in public, but worse than that, they were absolutely positive that their friends knew the truth and were only biding time for the right moment to strike. Morph was no longer entirely sure if they were the real Morph anymore, but over time it had become obvious that their friends didn't think so. At this point, it was a matter of survival.

It's a white mouse that scampers down the hall to Morph's room, looking around to make sure they were alone before they grew, shifting back to their humanoid form to turn the knob and step inside. There were a lot of places to hide in the mansion, but leaving had been on their mind the last few days. It would be safer to take off one night and hide somewhere that no one could find them. Morph had a few too many powerful friends to feel entirely comfortable that all of them knew where they lived, or even lived in the same building. How could they have been so stupid in the first place?]

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[nuraridouman]

[He slips his mask to the side and waves the warning off, flashing Morph a rare almost-glance of his face. Yeah, yeah, he's going to be careful while confronting a big unknown with yet to be revealed agenda and powers. Of course. Truth be told Douman doesn't have any clue what he is about to get himself into at all. But this is a 'big bad' that needs to be confronted sooner or later anyway, so he might as well make the best of it and combine the necessary with the useful. Getting a versatile (if a little annoying) ally back into reliable working order is a pretty good fringe benefit to a gambler like him. Besides, with this Douman is going to enter the game with a very clear-cut accusation that's also not seriously-bad verdict worthy.

Those are much better chips than Jerry picking the time and place of their confrontation while also getting the freedom of interpreting Douman's own "crime" as he/they/it will.]

I'll count on you to get your head clear and find a way to bail me out if everything else fails.

[mightymorphin]

[Whatever else Nura was doing behind Morph's back, whatever he was scheming, the fact that he was promising to fix whatever Jerry had done was... big. Morph just didn't know what his angle was. There had to be an angle, but even so, they couldn't tell what it was right now. Nura could've killed them on the spot, or started with torture first, and instead he was just... walking away? To help them?

Of course, he might just be leaving to tell the rest of the team, in which case Morph had better take advantage of the respite to start packing.]

Rescuing people is my job, [they pointed out, tone a little weak.] So how is it that you're the one that keeps rescuing me, huh? ... It might be nice to get to bail you out for a change.

[nuraridouman]

Mattaku. That's an answer that I'd really like to know myself.

[Rescuing people hasn't been his job for over ten centuries by now, and even before Douman had never been particularly good at it. All he did was kick up dust, ruffle feathers and upset people. Even now he's just a self-serving jerk who's doing what he thinks needs to be done.]

After all I'm just a humble principal.

[And with that he's out of the door, his voice carrying through the empty hall like a promise in the autumn wind. The bottle and the chocolates Douman had brought are left still resting on Morph's bed.]

wrapping up :)

[mightymorphin]

[That was the understatement of the century, wasn't it? Morph is rooted to the spot for a long moment, until they move back to the doorway, looking down the hall and of course no longer finding him there. A part of them was relieved that he was gone, but they weren't happy. Far from it. Instead, Morph was even more certain that this was going to end badly.

They firmly close the door, then move to the closet to grab a duffel bag to start throwing things inside. Morph intended to take just the essentials... but the goodies Nura left behind go into the bag, too. Maybe it was all poisoned, but that was something they could waffle over later, when they were in a safer location. As they rushed to pack, even the flurry of activity wasn't much of a distraction from their regret.]