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《 open roleplay post 》
HIMEKO "I HECKED UP A LOT" INABA ❤ OPEN RP POST (VICES EDITION)
An open roleplay and mingle post for Himeko Inaba from the Kokoro Connect series. Seven Vices flavor.
I'm definitely game for cross-canon, cross-game - if someone from another murdergame, or hell, another game, wants to tag this, feel free - and I'm also down for shipping, considering that she actually isn't dating anyone in canon as of yet. I'm game for anything!
Just throw a character at this post and let's get started. If you're stuck, feel free to ask me to come up with a scenario, too.
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Not that you have to tell me, of course.
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It's just... I hurt Hinata really badly. I screwed up so hard. . . got them involved in things that they shouldn't have been involved in, because of what I did.
[ She laughs, a little hollowly, a little apologetically. ]
He might not ever forgive me.
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[The voices turn angry and he takes his time looking over where Verens blends with the islands. They're nearly to their destination.] He doesn't handle betrayal well. But whether he does or not, that actually doesn't matter as much as you might think it will.
[Komaeda steps through the archway and a soft feminine voice whispers, "I don't think it's selfish or bad of you to want to continue to live." Beyond the doorway groups of people cluster together. One at the center of each group holds their hands up. Komaeda steps around them, moving towards the priestess sitting quietly by herself.] Do you know why you're moving forward? Or even who you are? I'll be honest.
[His feet kick up dust as he comes to a halt and turns to face her. His shadow is that servant from before, and cold despair washes back like the ocean tide to mix with the soft wash of hope as pale gold light curves around him.] When you don't know these things, or even you're just alone. It's so easy to fall. I did for a long time. I won't be arrogant and claim that I was worse than you. To you what you've done is the worst.
What do you want to do? Maybe you should start there.
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I never wanted to kill him, or his friends. But I was a part of a secret group that was trying to save everyone, and I couldn't say anything. I wanted to, so badly. To say something. I almost did, and... I messed up big time.
[ Inaba's grip tightens, almost as if she's trying to break the talisman itself. ]
After a conversation I had with him and his friend, he was threatened by the mastermind. They kidnapped all of his classmates and told him that if he didn't try getting information about what we were doing, they'd kill them. It might as well have been my betrayal. My own fault.
[ ... ] I've given him no reason to forgive me.
[ For all his salt. ] As for what I want to do? I don't know. I'm not going to ever see him again, most likely.
[ He doesn't want to. She can tell. It hurts so much, but she can tell that much. He... was just pretending, this whole time when he said that he'd try to be friends with her and that much hurts even more. ]
Cw: physical abuse
[The world goes dark all around them. Only faint illumination at their feet let's her see how he freezes with a resigned look on his face when heels click on the stone floor. His hands curl into fists as the sound gets close and chains rattle. He doesn't need to look back. The sight is always the same. Row upon row of cells, fifteen in all but only his is ever occupied.
A spotlight snaps on but the woman standing in it is still in shadow. Except for her fingernails with their blood red nail polish. The copper tang of blood is overwhelming suddenly, as if it had been masked all this time and he reels, before he seizes Inaba's arm and says,] Run, your sanity depends on it!
[He pulls her away from the sight of the cells and of Servant, sitting silently as the woman leans in and rakes her blood red nails over his face. The blood runs down his own face. Shit. Shit! Komaeda runs, not as fast as he could. But enough to get them both away. Or so he hopes.]
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L-Let's go to the hotel basement, then! At least there, we can protect ourselves!
[ Although it's not going to be pretty. Not in the slightest bit. Of course, if they do end up going there, they'll have to be going down several flights of stairs; besides, the basement itself is freezing, abnormally so, and unfortunately, Inaba isn't dressed for the weather this time around.
If they do go to the basement, they'll notice a symbol painted on the ground, a table with various items on top, including her laptop, a couch, a chalkboard filled with STATS, STATS, STATS and a tarp, covered with corpses.
But they're not alone, seeing as there's another woman in here, looking rather irritated as she glares at Inaba, but not saying anything yet. ]
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Komaeda says an apology and stops long enough to scoop Inaba up as he draws on the energy always in the air around him. Something hits the floor behind him and the skin of his back is alive with pain. But things like that are easy to ignore. He doesn't glance back.
You need to stop running from yourself. Hinata's voice intones but that is a trap. she'd used him far too many times for him to trust it. Not here. He runs and the walls feel like they're flying by. All too soon a pair of double doors are ahead, looking suspiciously like the doors to Hope's Peak.
Silver had told him not to gamble with his life against his luck. Well, entirely different if he's aiming on it saving someone else, isn't it? Trusting that he turns and lets his momentum slam his shoulder into the doors. And he stumbles into an unfamiliar and very cold hotel.
Komaeda sets Inaba down as he leans against the wall to get his breath back. Blinking blood out of his eyes, he reaches behind him to feel the ragged gashes in his back.] As vicious as she always is, how wonderful. Which way to the basement? And don't mind this, I've been a lot worse off before. ...at least don't worry until we're in the basement.
[And that's the last thing he says for some time. As they travel down the staircases he projects warmth into the air around them. It's a dream but he always feels like he only has control of himself in those. Even then, not quite what he'd like to have. At the last step he sways leans against the railing. Well. Dizziness from blood loss. Super.]
...what the hell did you keep the bodies around for? That seems a little ghastly, but maybe that's just me.
1/3 probably
There are stairs that are familiar to her, way too many.
But when she sees the woman, she tenses up, freezing in place. ]
yeah it's 2/3
Po perkūnais.
[ The voice that comes off the young woman sounds more than a little miffed, even with the disinterest in her tone. What he might immediately notice is the fact that she's plenty taller than Inaba; six feet exact and with a rather well built, muscular frame.
She seems to be wearing her normal manner of dress instead of casual clothes before rolling her eyes and sighing. ]
I almost cannot fucking believe she brought someone here. No, wait. I totally can, because it's her. [ While this might not be something that the real Miata Jansone would say, perhaps, it's what Inaba could imagine her saying, to say the least. ]
So. Welcome to Weenie Hut Jr's. Instead of having a special on Mondays, we have Sundays. Don't mind the corpses. They're from outside the barrier, and they're not even relevant to you, anyway.
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[ Inaba sounds almost apologetic. No, in fact she is rather apologetic, more than anything. ] The bodies are kind of the reason this place is a literal fridge.
[ Although none of the bodies are recognizable to either of them. They're just people from the military who fought in the supposed war beyond the city that she was trapped in for almost three months. ]
We wanted to save everyone. We needed those corpses to save them; after every trial that we participated in, the mastermind would burn the bodies. Because the bodies were burnt, we couldn't place the souls into their old bodies. So we had to put them in these new ones and cast a glamor spell.
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Anyway, so the mastermind has no idea what you've been doing. Or I assume they know but allow it so they can crush your spirit in the end. It's usually one or the other it seems. [As he talks, he reaches back to feel the damage to his back. They're long claw marks just deep enough in the center of his back to give him mobility problems.] Or is it something else?
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Katerina, [ she corrects, although she's called her a different name before; "Black Curtain". The literal Japanese translation for mastermind. ] didn't know what we were doing. I mean, that's the reason why she wasn't looking in this basement for weeks. Since she thought that we were the only two with access to this place.
[ Miata's voice is so dry that you could probably imagine it being in the Sahara Desert. And yet, she continues. ]
And she didn't know until Inaba over there started pretty much running her mouth.
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[He almost says you can't get back what you've lost but apparently they could. It bothers him.] What's the catch? I doubt this is all too neat and tidy of a way to escape the consquences of killing each other. What do you get out of saving a bunch of strangers? Or does Inaba even know.
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No shit, Sherlock. [ She shrugs her shoulders, though. ] If someone wasn't dwelling on the past, this game wouldn't have happened in the first place.
[ What does she get from this...? ] I don't really benefit from this. Can't I do this from the bottom of my heart?
[ Nobody actually believes that. ]
Nah. [ She grimaces, just a little, rolling her eyes. ] I mean, by "neat and tidy", you mean putting souls in corpses, then, sure. It's neat and tidy.
[ A small chuckle, hollow and dismissive. ]
I mean, I'm just not into this whole killing thing either. I was kind of forced to play along with everyone else here. As the overseer. It's a pretty boring job.
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[Komaeda's eyes are dark as he says,] Well, hardly matters at all since it will be fixed. [He's being an asshole, and he knows it.]
Except people get very upset- [He shrugs and just when he almost says more he feels the weight of a familiar stare. He doesn't look up, as he holds his hands up. But he knows of he looks in that direction he'll see the Hinata he knows. Red eyed and white lightning hair, warning him he's treading the line.] Ah. Anyway, just what purpose do the demons serve?
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[ It's hard to tell what exactly she's saying when she sounds just so disinterested altogether about the entire ordeal. ]
If you're being an asshole, take it somewhere else. This isn't Fight Club, after all.
[ Both Inaba and Miata take a glance at the familiar face; Inaba seems to tense up even more and finds that she's hugging herself out of fear, perhaps even instinct. She seems to be... scared of Hinata? Meanwhile, Miata seems to acknowledge that he's there and even gives a rather, almost 'what the fuck' kind of look at the fact that he has white hair, red eyes, she decides to just shrug and answer the question. ]
They are essential to the ritual. Basically, they're under contract. She gives them something, they give her the revenge she wants. Simple.
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That and curiousity. While I'm hardly surprised someone else thought to make people kill each other this seems a bit...I don't feel all of this is adding up.
[He seems calmer, less vicious with the other boy around. As if the edge he'd been on is far away.] If I could understand...it might explain the shared dream.
actually 1/2 maybe.
[ Her tone is flat, and although Inaba sees that concern, guilt washes across her face as she doesn't even dare meet his eyes. ]
She's kind of weak, you know. Without her magic book. But if you really wanted to... I guess you can talk to one of them, or whatever.
nope, 2/3
She wears a blindfold over her eyes, but she doesn't seem to show any concern for her blindness in the slightest bit. ]
You r a n g? I believe that is what they say nowadays, although I might be incorrect in my assumptions. [ Not like she cares. ] I am L e v i a t h a n, of Envy.
I am assuming that you have some questions that require my presence, Komaeda Nagito.
[ Hm. She immediately knew his name without even asking. ]
yeah 3/3
Perhaps it has something to do with dealing with similar situations, or, perhaps our shared [ ... ] acquaintance.
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No. I don't think he has anything to do with this. [He nods to the demon and spreads his hands. His injuries are gone, and his clothes are something closer to formal. The grey coat and white dress shirt replaces his former green coat.] Thank you for taking the time to talk. Yes, I wish to know how you are called into and out of this world. The good lady here mentioned a book.
[He pauses to look at Inaba.] I have a few theories why this happened, but I need to know a little more to be sure. Once we're finished here, we'll be heading back. To Verens.
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[ Just going to idly gesture at the symbols. ]
We then chose to agree to her c o n t r a c t, for a price. We would devour the souls of those who are aligned to us, in order to gain power.
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[ Inaba is quiet, but she answers truthfully. ]
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When one is aligned to a power, we have defenses we otherwise didn't. But we lack abilities we'd otherwise have. While I have considerable control over who or what sees my emotions or can hear my mind... A crystal ensures I can always be contacted so long as I'm wearing it. That includes in dreams.
[He pulls his crystal out and this time it's a radiating hope star.] I suspect whatever is going on with this game opened holes between realities as well. In times of crisis, the Arehtei lend power to those in need. Aiadia and Piphron can't with how corrupted they are. And you had the strongest connection with people of my world.
[Pale gold light flows around him like water and curves into scales. A dragon takes shape, circling his body before fading away.] Of those people, I'm the only liason. That means my connection to power and the Arehtei, is direct. Whether subconscious or not, you called for help. And in your situation well, it was more than enough hope and despair to draw Her eye.
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But I don't need anybody's help...
[ She murmurs that under her breath, before speaking up. ]
It's true that they had to pull people from other worlds, yes. I'm not from the same world that Hinata is from. And there were plenty of other people from other worlds as well.
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