yamaboshi | 《 open roleplay post 》

[Komaeda raises one eyebrow when the woman speaks as he digs in his pockets for anything to wipe his scratched up face with. He finds a tissue in his pants pocket and listens to the two of them talk while he mops up the blood. They're not deep wounds. It's just enough damage to make the blood run and cause him issues seeing.] I'm sorry, when I see something I don't understand, [He says in a sardonic tone, clearly addressing the blonde woman.] I have to ask or it will bother me.

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?

[ All Miata does is roll her eyes, not really showing much interest in Komaeda himself, but willing to answer his questions. ]

Katerina,

[ she corrects, although she's called her a different name before; "Black Curtain". The literal Japanese translation for mastermind. ]

[ Miata's voice is so dry that you could probably imagine it being in the Sahara Desert. And yet, she continues. ]

Inaba

[He looks back at Inaba, an unreadable look on his face. In his mind's eye he recalls all those people who broke under the pressure. She's probably just an ordinary girl with the typical problems associated with it. The kind of person he used to think beneath notice. Looking back at the blonde he sighs.] What's done is done, isn't it? Dwelling on the past is useless and a waste of time. You can't change it.

[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.

[ Miata gives off a rather derisive snort. ]

[ She shrugs her shoulders, though. ]

[ What does she get from this...? ]

[ Nobody actually believes that. ]

[ She grimaces, just a little, rolling her eyes. ]

[ A small chuckle, hollow and dismissive. ]

[He laughs dryly. Boring job watching people kill each other. Well. He takes his hand back from his wounds and considers the blood on his hands.] Yes, I imagine it was all quite boring watching this tale of bloodshed and shattered hopes unfold.

[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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Nebūk asile.

[ It's hard to tell what exactly she's saying when she sounds just so disinterested altogether about the entire ordeal. ]

[ 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. ]

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I see. And they don't have a presence here for any other purpose? I'm only asking because I'd like to know what I'm dealing with. [Hinata seems perfectly at ease until Inaba reacts with fear. He stays where he is but she gets a glance of outright confusion and concern. Komaeda continues, speaking more like the representative he usually does.]

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.

[ Her tone is flat, and although Inaba sees that concern, guilt washes across her face as she doesn't even dare meet his eyes. ]

[ The symbol on the ground seems to flash and out appears a woman.

She wears a blindfold over her eyes, but she doesn't seem to show any concern for her blindness in the slightest bit. ]

r a n g

[ Not like she cares. ]

L e v i a t h a n

[ Hm. She immediately knew his name without even asking. ]

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[ She's still not looking at Hinata in the eyes; it's true that she's avoiding his gaze at all costs, her expression obvious. She's definitely uncomfortable about Hinata being here, and feels guilty all over again. ]

Perhaps it has something to do with dealing with similar situations, or, perhaps our shared [ ... ] acquaintance.

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[He shares a look with Hinata and thinks about that. Could Hinata be the link? Looking at the evidence he shakes his head. Hinata scrubs at his face.]

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.

m a g i c b o o k

[ Just going to idly gesture at the symbols. ]

c o n t r a c t

Feel... free to state your theories.

[ Inaba is quiet, but she answers truthfully. ]

[It's about what he expected to hear. Without taking his eyes off of Inaba's he ticks away the evidence bullets.] War torn worlds, alignment with greater powers, inter-reality travel...

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.

[ Inaba listens carefully, nodding in all the correct places. She's quiet at first before she tugs at her arm, eyes glancing away. ]

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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[The world changes, the walls and floor melting away until only soft fluffy clouds remain. People fade and wood replaces it, the roots of some vast tree that towers over their heads. Thunder rumbles in the far distance as lightning travels over the clouds high over their heads.

Only the two of them remain. He feels the faint stirring of the Arehtei he knows as his friend, and a vast foreleg made of dark and white clouds plunges down to hit something below the clouds with a musical chime.]

Had it been any other Liason, I'd have thought some other reason. But, there's only so many ways you'd find me in my dreams if you're not here in Verens and not aligned to Peromei.

[He doesn't flinch or move aside when the vast presence plunges another leg down through the clouds on his other side. Silver runs along the edges of the white clouds, like the start of hooves. The power in the air isn't violent or dangerous. It seems peaceful like any life giving storm might.]

If it's not that then it might just ironic. We might never know but it's nice to talk to someone willing to listen without any judgment, isn't it?

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[ Inaba relaxes a little bit; maybe it's because everyone that's made her feel worse about herself (with the exception of Leviathan, who she's always liked) is gone. ]

If this is a dream, then that makes sense... since I've never heard of that world before now.

Wouldn't it explain the rapidly changing scenery and information we don't collectively know as well? Though dreams are funny things. You never can tell which way they'll turn. Like life, they could be good or bad in but an instant. It's fascinating! [He laughs as Peromei diminishes in size, while the tree turns to ash. She strides through it, flicking her draconic tail and coming to a stop.

The clouds are constantly changing, whorls of white and black warring for supremacy on her being.

It hurts. Her voice is soft but wracked with pain. What's the point when humans will endlessly struggle to maintain hope. They'll never get anywhere. They'll be stuck in the same place, caged by their own nature. Komaeda leans back until his back makes contact with his friend's side.]

Because you and I both know while they struggle. While they sometimes fall in the end, we all make a difference in some small way. There has to be balance, despair as much as hope! Terrible as it was to admit for me... To go too far in either direction would prove disastrous. As you well know.

[The Arehtei fixes Inaba with its gaze. Peromei flickers briefly, the white starting to over take the darker clouds. Silver edges her forelegs as she maintains a slightly better form.]

After all, [Komaeda says in an amused tone.] I fell too far once. Just like you.

[Ask your questions. Keep in mind, I am but the shadow...the reflection of the original. As a Liason, his shadow within is closer to the original than most. But I am just that. I have his knowledge, unless She personally decides to step into his dreams.]

That's true. While I know that Miata speaks in whatever the fuck language Lettland is - some alternate universe Lithuanian or something - I don't have the knowledge of the language or anything like that.

[ Folding her arms over her chest, she nods, turning her attention towards the Arehtei, a soft smile filling her features. ]

There's no use in living if everything is picture perfect. You'll never grow that way. [ She says that from experience. ] As for questions... hm. How are people sorted? I'm assuming it's by personality and history, right?

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