[ i've become soooo nummmmb, i can't feeeel you thereeee... ]<
trust me, i am fully aware someone's going to be hurt every week by this. just because i wasn't close to the people involved this week, doesn't mean the same will happen next week
It sure is. I’m not going to question why someone wanted to call a music shop “violence”, basically though. Did they see someone fight someone with a violin bow?
Naixatloz. It's some kind of cult that's running itself in plain sight. I can't say I'm against coping mechanisms, if they work for you -- but only if they're not hurting you and everyone else around you.
No, because it's not real. They tried to infect people with a virus that made them act irratically and dangerously, which was their idea of "forcing people to act outside of their code."
[ she doesn't sound impressed by it. ]
Like I said -- having a coping mechanism is one thing. Using that as an excuse to hurt people is where it goes from harmless believe to something dangerous that needs to be stopped.
[Oh whoops they touched a comic page because they were distracted talking to Tama! You get this written out so you don't see what the canon is.]
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You're on your back, staring up at the sky. Your breaths come quick, your blood pooling around you. It's fine, you say to yourself, your healing factor will take care of that shortly. But healing from the physical wounds won't help your soul pick itself up again.
That damn detective walks closer, somehow still on his feet. He's bleeding as badly as you are, and yet he can still keep moving. It's almost annoying.
"Kill me." It sounds wrong, you've always been so terrified of death, and yet the weight of your failures makes those fears seem distant. "There's no way I can keep my promise now."
You glance over to the small box that has fallen next to you, which also has your blood on it. You can't quite see it, but you know exactly what is in there. You can practically hear the ticks of the second hand now.
"At least let me atone with my life," you plead.
"Very well." The detective walks closer and steps on your chest, causing you to gasp out in surprise.
It hurts so bad, but the tears welling up at the corners of your eyes aren't from pain. Memories dance behind your eyes, except they're not really memories. They're more like images of what could have been, of you living a happy life at the orphanage, of you excelling at your studies and earning the praise of the orphanage's director. It's the life you had always wished for but could never have. People like you never get a happy ending.
'I'm sorry, Mr. Director. I'm sorry I couldn't be the kind of student worthy of your praise.'
But the man abruptly removes his foot from your chest and turns his back to you. "Forget it."
"Why...?"
The detective speaks with a calm voice. "Helping the suicidal along isn't my job at the Agency. Fleeing the past and being frightened of yourself is a battle of its own."
You can feel your body start to stitch itself back together. Your heart sinks as you feel it; death can't claim you now. You're going to heal and live this.
The detective stops walking away, and turns to look at you once more. His eyes are fierce, a stark contrast to his calm posture.
"Cough up your blood, Tiger. Cough it up and move on. And if, after fleeing your cowardice, you fall defeated..."
Suddenly there is a scary look in that detective's eyes. Like a monster on the hunt.
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I suppose not.
Though with how small this group is, everyone might feel close to any case involving one of us.
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trust me, i am fully aware someone's going to be hurt every week by this. just because i wasn't close to the people involved this week, doesn't mean the same will happen next week
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Is there anything I can help you with today?
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not specifically.
have you been to any of the recently fixed areas yet?
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Were you interested in going?
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[They will be waiting outside the store in their usual attire when Tama arrives.]
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... Try Violinece. I just got that pun.
[ ....
giggle. ]
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It's a pretty good pun, isn't it?
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[Also be careful Tama, those memshare disturbances are around. Tiger is artfully dodging around them, nobody is going to know their past.]
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I didn't even think you could dodge those things. [ she will try and dodge one, see how it goes. ]
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[ speaking of!
oof. ]
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That's...
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Naixatloz. It's some kind of cult that's running itself in plain sight. I can't say I'm against coping mechanisms, if they work for you -- but only if they're not hurting you and everyone else around you.
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[ she doesn't sound impressed by it. ]
Like I said -- having a coping mechanism is one thing. Using that as an excuse to hurt people is where it goes from harmless believe to something dangerous that needs to be stopped.
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It sounds awful. Did you and Ryuki stop them in the end?
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We're working on it. Like... seriously working on it. [ literally running out of time but it's fiiiine. ]
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CW: suicidal mentions
[Oh whoops they touched a comic page because they were distracted talking to Tama! You get this written out so you don't see what the canon is.]
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You're on your back, staring up at the sky. Your breaths come quick, your blood pooling around you. It's fine, you say to yourself, your healing factor will take care of that shortly. But healing from the physical wounds won't help your soul pick itself up again.
That damn detective walks closer, somehow still on his feet. He's bleeding as badly as you are, and yet he can still keep moving. It's almost annoying.
"Kill me." It sounds wrong, you've always been so terrified of death, and yet the weight of your failures makes those fears seem distant. "There's no way I can keep my promise now."
You glance over to the small box that has fallen next to you, which also has your blood on it. You can't quite see it, but you know exactly what is in there. You can practically hear the ticks of the second hand now.
"At least let me atone with my life," you plead.
"Very well." The detective walks closer and steps on your chest, causing you to gasp out in surprise.
It hurts so bad, but the tears welling up at the corners of your eyes aren't from pain. Memories dance behind your eyes, except they're not really memories. They're more like images of what could have been, of you living a happy life at the orphanage, of you excelling at your studies and earning the praise of the orphanage's director. It's the life you had always wished for but could never have. People like you never get a happy ending.
'I'm sorry, Mr. Director. I'm sorry I couldn't be the kind of student worthy of your praise.'
But the man abruptly removes his foot from your chest and turns his back to you. "Forget it."
"Why...?"
The detective speaks with a calm voice. "Helping the suicidal along isn't my job at the Agency. Fleeing the past and being frightened of yourself is a battle of its own."
You can feel your body start to stitch itself back together. Your heart sinks as you feel it; death can't claim you now. You're going to heal and live this.
The detective stops walking away, and turns to look at you once more. His eyes are fierce, a stark contrast to his calm posture.
"Cough up your blood, Tiger. Cough it up and move on. And if, after fleeing your cowardice, you fall defeated..."
Suddenly there is a scary look in that detective's eyes. Like a monster on the hunt.
"...I will step over you and laugh."
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