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Daiko OFFLINE   Forum Posts: 280 |
Posted: Fri, 21/04/2023 14:36 (1 Year ago) |
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Daiko OFFLINE Forum Posts: 280 |
Posted: Fri, 21/04/2023 14:31 (1 Year ago) |
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Daiko OFFLINE Forum Posts: 280 |
Posted: Thu, 20/04/2023 22:02 (1 Year ago) |
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-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- He sighed, a shaky one but it was there. He was running off of impulses and adrenaline, absolutely no clue what was going on or even what he was doing. "...Wasn't going to make you, anyways..." He could see it, he could hear it. Idris's voice, his face. "Yeah, yeah I know... Wasn't trying to..." He mumbled, his hand now rubbing the back of his neck. ...Made him feel any better? Yeah, like hell it did. He sure as hell didn't know what was going on between the two, but the way he spoke of it... It was bad, huh? He knew what that was like, as bulls**t as that sounded. Whatever he went through didn't matter right now anyways, but... Well, that's why he was doing all this in the first place, right? "Hope you're happy with yourself, you know. They didn't deserve to walk the earth, not after what they've done and the lives lost because of them." "...Happy with myself?" He whispered under his breath. ...They didn't deserve to walk the earth either. So many horrible things happened because of them. They hurt so many people, they did so much. They hurt him the most, didn't they? So many terrible things, utter hell because of them. Ruined his life. Ruined so many lives. They didn't even deserve the sweet release of death. Especially not by his hand. They deserved so much worse. ...Did they? By his hand... They were all dead because of him, weren't they? Everyone was. Why would he be happy with himself? Finally ended his suffering, didn't he? They couldn't hurt anyone anymore, right? But it ruined him. Sent him spiraling. Nothing could save him now. There was blood on his hands. His hands. Your hands, Akari. Your hands. Remember the sound? Remember the feeling? It ruined his life more than it helped. Their deaths made things so much worse. "...Alright, Idris. And... For the record, I wasn't... Doing this for them." "Trust me on this one, alright...?" His already broken voice was cracking even further, but he ended with a sigh before turning away, figuring it wasn't going to do either of them any good to stay and talk. He glanced over at Lucian, noticing he was following as well. He was trying to talk to Idris again, which probably wouldn't end well, would it? Oh well, he had done his piece, he didn't need to be involved anymore. ...And with that, he walked away. He walked to the kitchen, unsure of his goals but-... He knew exactly what he was doing, wasn't he? Bottles, kitchen, alcohol. They probably kept it there, right? Not sure why they'd let this stuff be accessible to a bunch of highschoolers, but he wasn't complaining was he? On his way in, he noticed another figure inside. It was Shi, wasn't it? Wonder what she was doing in the kitchen. He wasn't exactly sure what to think about them, considering all he knew was that she was apparently close with Miyako He glanced over at Shi, giving a small wave before adverting his attention back to trying to find something, anything that might fit the criteria of what he was looking for. [Read more] |
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Daiko OFFLINE Forum Posts: 280 |
Posted: Thu, 20/04/2023 21:07 (1 Year ago) |
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-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Lucian was better at this than he was, made sense y'know? Ultimate Therapist and all that. Knew how to deal with people, something far out of Akari's expertise. Didn't look like it was helping though. "...what if I don't want to-" Akari stayed quiet, listened to whatever Lucian was saying. Idris's words were pretty slurred, no surprise there. He just kept his head low, his tongue held, and braced himself for whatever could happen. Even if it was force of habit, didn't mean anything couldn't happen. "FINE, OKAY! IF YOU'RE SO GODDAMN DESPERATE FOR THAT WORTHLESS RAT TO NOT GET KILLED THEN FINE, I'LL STOP AND GO BACK TO MY ROOM AND MAYBE SLIT MY OWN THROAT. IS THAT BETTER? HUH? HUH?" He flinched at the sudden raise in volume in his voice, becoming visibly more tense. He said nothing, it didn't even look like he could. The hand still in his pocket was tightened, his eyes becoming shaky. Slit your throat. Your neck, Akari. Killer. Gutting them like a fish. Your neck, Akari. Throats. Slit. Cut clean. Thin as paper, waterfall of blood. Your neck, Akari. Your throat. Your neck. Your neck. Your neck your neck your neck your- "YOU REALLY EXPECT ME TO TALK ABOUT IT, EVEN THOUGH I'VE LITERALLY JUST TRIED TO KILL THE PERSON WHO STARTED IT ALL? REALLY? HOW THE HELL DO YOU THINK THAT'S GONNA GO DOWN, EH? EH? LISTEN TO ME YOU GODDAMN IDIOTS. LISTEN TO ME-" "..." Talking never seemed to work. Spilled dirty little secrets. Said things you regret. Arguments, fights, screaming, yelling. Killing. He looked at the knife Idris clutched in his hands. A madman. Crazed eyes. Yelling. Yelling over and over. Murderer. The one who started it all. Yelling. More yelling. He knew this all too well. Knew it all too well. ...Lucian was talking again. Trying to talk to Idris. Sure was doing a hell of a lot better than he was. Akari couldn't even say anything. So many things to say but none of them were ever said. Something about... Not being worth it. Idris didn't have to kill or something. Hurting, suffering, punishment, all that. Something. He couldn't focus on those words. He couldn't. "I guess...you're right. Unfortunately." "It wouldn't help....but it would make me feel a hell of a lot better. You better tell that rat to watch out." ...Jesus christ Idris. "...Make you feel better, huh? You really think that, Idris? Do you?" His voice was raising. Becoming more enraged and thickening with the growl that edged his tone. "Are you listening to yourself right now? Or is the damn alcohol f**kin you up that much, huh?" His eyes came up from their gaze on the ground, now aimed at Idris. "It ain't worth it. None of it is." He was about to say something. He was about to say something, wasn't he? Something. He knew how much regret he held. He knew how little it was worth doing. He knew it all. He knew. ...His voice was getting a little loud. Yelling. Hostility. Ouch. Oh. Idris was leaving. Oh. Should he...? Couldn't be left alone, right? Well... Maybe this was better? ... Some time passed. Idris had left. His feet moved on their own. He followed. Followed step by step. "...hey, Idris-..." He paused, slowing down. He wasn't exactly sure what he was doing. ...Oh. He still had a bottle in his hand. "...Idris, wait." (sorry for the messy, crappy post, idk what i'm doing rn) [Read more] |
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Daiko OFFLINE Forum Posts: 280 |
Posted: Wed, 19/04/2023 20:27 (1 Year ago) |
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Daiko OFFLINE Forum Posts: 280 |
Posted: Wed, 19/04/2023 15:37 (1 Year ago) |
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Daiko OFFLINE Forum Posts: 280 |
Posted: Wed, 19/04/2023 02:30 (1 Year ago) |
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-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- As he was being escorted, whistling a small tune to fill the silence before being greeted to the large room ahead, he took a few glances around him to take in the architecture of such an oddly glamorous building. He didn't take the time to admire it much, it was pretty much the norm for these people to be extra and fancy, but he could at least acknowledge that it wasn't bad. Not long after entering, he was greeted by a few unfamiliar faces, and one was speaking to him. He caught some of the previous clamor that was going about in the room prior to entering, slightly amused by the hungover man and his sarcasm. Honestly, it kinda made Kataraménos wish he picked up a glass on his way, Solarion typically had some decent booze somewhere. Too bad he didn't think about it, such a missed opportunity... Well, it was probably for the better anyways, two drunks at such a "serious" arrangement would probably not be the best. But hey, it was the Council, so who cared? Everyone else seemed fairly silent, other than the one who called out his name. "Mr. Kataraménos... or should I say, Captain? I was wondering if I would see you here. A pleasure, of course." He raised his head slightly as his eyes jumped to the woman, his expression lightening as a small grin tugged at his lips. "A pleasure, hm? Ah yes, I suppose it sure is a pleasure." His voice was low and smooth, edged with sarcasm and a sly tone. Odd, being greeted in such a positive regard, he normally didn't get that. Even among those at home he was always being greeted with a crude remark, something not generally "positive" in any way, but at least that was all in good fun. But someone among the higher-ups? The people that wanted him gone for good, never to deal with his shenanigans again? It was a shocker, that's for sure. Probably shouldn't worry about it too much, it wouldn't be for long anyways. [Read more] |
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Daiko OFFLINE Forum Posts: 280 |
Posted: Wed, 19/04/2023 01:43 (1 Year ago) |
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the picrew doesn't do him justice, no fancy stuff from me -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- After what seemed like forever, Kataraménos strode his way to the tower and arrived at the entrance, a dull and uninterested look fogging his eyes. Other people seemed to be crowing around over here... Were they the other mages? Oh fun, certainly looking forward to it. Mages... Never liked 'em, never liked the power they held, never liked how they were held in such high regard. Bored him to death just thinking about it. Yeah, sure, he was technically one, Kataraménos sure as hell wished he wasn't. Good grief, let him live his wonderous life in peace, will ya? The letter was mercilessly shoved in one of his pockets, crumbled more than a normal discard would be. Perhaps it was intentional? Yeah, probably. Wasn't above Rem to do something of that nature, the little things mattered after all. Miniscule acts of disrespect were still... Disrespectful, so why not? The man trudged forward lazily, absolutely no dignity in his posture as he carried along. Step step step, all the way to the door. Knock knock knock. And now we wait. Rem crossed his arms as he yawned, tapping one of his fingers on his forearm as he did so. Usually a patient man, upbeat and rambunctious as ever, he was surprisingly mellow at the moment. Maybe it was just the unpleasant nature of whatever the hell was going on? Yeah, that could ruin a man's mood. [Read more] |
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Daiko OFFLINE Forum Posts: 280 |
Posted: Mon, 17/04/2023 18:37 (1 Year ago) |
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Daiko OFFLINE Forum Posts: 280 |
Posted: Mon, 17/04/2023 18:35 (1 Year ago) |
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Daiko OFFLINE Forum Posts: 280 |
Posted: Sun, 16/04/2023 18:12 (1 Year ago) |
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-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- ooooh drama -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- ...Fish? Gutting a fish. He never liked fish. Greasy little things. They swam against the current in that little river far below. Oh. Saeko? A fish? Gutting a fish. "I-... W-What?" Join him? No, he didn't like gutting fish. Didn't like fish. Deer, lamb, rabbit, those were better. But fish? Little sardines. Bundled up. Fishing was never fun for him. ...What? ...Saeko was gone now. Idris seemed pretty disappointed. Yeah no s**t. He wanted to gut them you dumbass. ...Alcohol. "Added fun", huh. "...Yeah, sure is, isn't it..." His tone was harsh. Melancholic, but harsh. He looked at the bottle. The knife. I have a feeling you know damn well as much as I do what absolute bulls**t that is. ...Oh the sarcasm. Yeah, sure, you're welcome Idris. God he was out of it. Funny how he mentioned how terrible Akari looked. "...Have you looked in the damn mirror yet?" He mumbled under his breath, staring at the empty bottle that was handed to him. ...Alcohol. Good thing it was empty. He heard alcohol tasted good in recipes, but he liked it alone. ...Did he? It's been a while since he's had some. I wonder why. Alcohol... Strange thing it was. Ruined his life, sure, but it was still an old friend, wasn't it? Thank god it was empty. He took the bottle as his hand fell to the side, limply carrying the glass. ...Oh. Lucian? He followed? Maybe he heard it too? Huh. Lucian. Drinks. Made em feel better, huh? Nah. He felt godawful. Only did it because of the quiet. Only did it because everything went numb. Not much "better", huh. "...Idris, stop." He was probably gonna kill someone if left alone like this. Yeah, sure, maybe he wanted Monokuma's BS, but seriously? Whatever Lucian was saying, he was probably right. Somethin about... Not killin, or whatever. Yeah. Idris didn't wanna talk, huh. Yeah, he didn't really mind. Didn't really want to know. He just didn't want anything stupid to happen. Stupid. Liiiikkkeee... This whole game? Yeah, that was pretty stupid. Oh. He almost fell. He braced himself. For what? Maybe the fall or something, but it didn't happen. Not yet at least. "No, Idris, stop." Firm. His voice was firm. Not like it mattered. Like hell Idris would listen. Just had to hope the alcohol would knock him out before anything else did. [Read more] |
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Daiko OFFLINE Forum Posts: 280 |
Posted: Sun, 16/04/2023 17:29 (1 Year ago) |
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-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- her psycho senses are tingling, i wonder who it could be 👀 hmm... i wonder if she's cheering him on or yelling a million insults at him for being a dumbass... either way, free popcorn for the 4(? :squint:) other ghosts roaming around here :) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- He left. He left without saying another word. He couldn't, he couldn't after what seemed like the weight of all his anger crashed down on him. He walked away, he left Lucian alone with Kubo, and quickly tried to make his way back to his room. Back to his room, where he was alone. No one to talk to, no one to see him. It was hella conflicting, that's for sure, feeling awful for doing that but also desperately trying to get away. Was it selfish? Was his reasoning justified? ...It... Was, right? He didn't want things to be about him because... Letting other people have a taste of whatever the hell his life was just... It wouldn't do them any good. Wasn't entirely selfish, right? Lies, Akari. You know that's just BS. You're so goddamn selfish, doesn't matter what you think, or what anyone thinks. Need I remind you of all the things you've done? Remind you of how goddamn selfish it all was? Do I? Do- He closed his eyes. Walked faster. Body quivering. Head ringing. Conflicting thoughts, so many conflicting thoughts. He couldn't even begin to try and figure out where one thing started and another thing ended. It was all just.. One big mess. One big, endless cacophony of the endless hell that raged on in his own little head. ... Screams? Was that from... Him? Or... ...Where was he? Doors. Doors with names. Hallway. These were the dorms. Screams. No, not they weren't from him this time. He had been hearing them this entire time. He only just now registered it. Dorms. Screams. Voices. Open door. ...It was Saeko's open door. Saeko? Saeko. The bandage was covered in rubies by now, his gloves were slightly damp. Oh. Oh no. Anyways. He dragged his feet. His heavy feet. They dragged across the floor, bringing him along with those boots. He crawled his way closer to the door. Saeko's door. Voices. Yelling. The door was open. He walked closer. ...It was Saeko. Saeko in their dorm. Saeko was screaming, yelling. Yelling? Yelling at what? Yelling. Screaming. Where'd the bottle come from...? Screaming, yelling. Some of it wasn't theirs. Was it his? Was it all in his head? Maybe. Bottle. Where'd it come from? Knife. Oh yeah, knife. Blade. Red blade. Blade sprouting rubies. He knew that blade. Where did it come from? Shiny. Rubies. Bottle. Yelling. ...Oh. Hey, wasn't that... Mei's? Was Mei here? No, no she was dead. Mei. Blood. Not rubies. ...Blood? Bottles, yelling. Knife. Mei's knife. Idris. ...Idris? Saeko. Yelling. Bottle. He was going for the kill. Idris. Blood. Yelling. Saeko. Screaming. Pleading. Blood. Yelling. Taunting. Mei. Knife. Bottle. Oh. He pushed the door open fully. He looked at the two. Idris going for the kill. Idris and the bottle. Idris and the knife. Idris and Saeko's screams. ...What the hell was he supposed to do...? Should he even do anything? ...Oh. Of course. No control anyways. Spur of the moment, I guess. That's how bad s**t happens, Akari. Baaaaaad s**t. Don't need to tell you twice, huh? His feet moved him closer. Ever so closer. Blade's reach? Maybe. "IDRIS-" Oh. Oh god that hurt. Yelling. Yelling hurt. His voice was already hoarse, couldn't make it worse, right? "THE HELL?!" The bottle. Knife. He was yelling. Idris was drunk. Drunk as hell. Full bottle, huh? Probably more. Probably more. Wasn't easy to deal with a drunk. Pretty sure they both knew that. Hands. Hands... held up? In surrender? Peace? Ease? Preparation? Who knows. "JESUS CHRIST MAN, GET AHOLD OF YOURSELF!" Ouch. Was his voice already giving out? Hm. Oh. Ohhh well. Too bad. He didn't really know what he was doing anyways. [Read more] |
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Daiko OFFLINE Forum Posts: 280 |
Posted: Sun, 16/04/2023 10:33 (1 Year ago) |
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-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- she is currently relentlessly flicking the s**t out of kubo's forehead rn, bet it's gotta hurt by now -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Oh god, what the hell was he doing? Just walk away, Akari, keep moving, alright? Pick up your feet and... Don't risk it, alright? You can't say anything, don't say anything or- "...it's alright. I won't judge, I promise. I just want to help..." Daggers. Daggers were digging into him now, they weren't needles. Why weren't they needles? Why did it sting so much more? He rubbed the reddened bandage, clasping it as everything seemed to just... Fall apart. His neck. Why was it always his neck? "But, if... ...if you'd really rather not talk about it... It's okay." "...you seem like the type of person to bottle your emotions. To keep them locked deep inside you, but..." Hypocrite. Stop, just stop. Don't, don't go there. Don't, just don't... "but it's okay, Akari. You don't have to be strong all the time. I know it's... Really hard to divert from what you're used to. I know what that's like. But... If... You'd really rather not talk about it..." ...Don't have to be strong all the time, huh? Strong? Him? Since when was he strong? Weak all his goddamn life, useless good-for-nothing deadweight son of a b***h... Always on the verge of f**king tears every minute of his life, always relying on someone else to save you... Doesn't sound all that "strong" to me, honestly. If Lucian was referring to the whole "bottling up your emotions" BS, damn right he did. Bottled them up in those goddamn glasses, drown his f**king misery away... But that's what started this whole thing, huh? Who knew someone with a life like his had "unfavorable" anger issues, huh? Huh? Probably had a bit too much to drink, huh? Didn't know your own strength, huh? Surprising, considering the prior year or two of your hellhole of a life, huh? Lashed out, hurt a s**t-ton of people, just like your old man, huh? Pro'lly like that dude always followin' you around too, eh? You're sick, Akari, absolutely. f**king. sick. ...So that's why he did it in the first place, right? The guilt of what he did... Did it really take that much for him to finally get it? To finally crack and let the last of what he had left seep out of him, all until he was a shell of a human being? He... Only did it because he didn't want to go through that again, right? "Bottle up" whatever the hell he still had left until... Nothing was truly him anymore, right? Oh whatever... This wasn't worth thinking about anyways, right? How the hell did this suddenly end up being about him? Weren't they... Y'know, tryin' to tend to whatever was going on with Kubo? "...then... You can go if you need to. That's okay..." "I just... Want to help. Whatever works best for you, whatever helps you the most... I'm happy with." ...Just want to help, huh? "...Are you... Even listening to yourself? Take your own advice for just a second, will you?" He faltered. His tone was getting sharp again, raising in volume. He was getting mad at Lucian for no goddamn reason. The grip on his neck was tightening. He took a deep breath, the anger dissipating to a shakier tone. "...I-... Just..." He exhaled. "Lucian, worry about yourself first, alright? I don't need your sympathy, I don't need any help, I don't need any of that, so just... Don't worry about me, got that? ...Just-... Forget about it, please...?" Wow, way to go Akari, toooootally didn't completely f**k up that one... Said he just wanted to help, did he not? Oh whatever man, you're hopeless... Jesus, get a grip already, wouldja? Would be an absolute shame if you hurt poor little Lucian's feelings, hmm? "I-..." Words wouldn't come out of his mouth. Couldn't ramble on, couldn't apologize, couldn't say anything else. God, what the hell was he doing? He gave out a shaky sigh, his feet finally starting to pick up again. He knew it was probably the worst possible option to leave like that, and he already felt bad enough, but my god... Oh well, what's done is done. Has much as he hated it, he had no control. Couldn't change the past. [Read more] |
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Daiko OFFLINE Forum Posts: 280 |
Posted: Sun, 16/04/2023 07:24 (1 Year ago) |
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-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Just as Akari was walking out, light footsteps dragging their way across the floor, Lucian spoke once again. He spoke, Lucian said something. "...no. Nononono. N-No. It doesn't. It's okay." He paused. He stopped in his tracks, teeth clenching tightly. You're getting maaaad Akari~ It doesn't? The hell you mean it doesn't? No, Lucian, it's not okay, it's not okay it's not okay it's not- No, no he wasn't going to let the kettle boil over. He wasn't going to poke and prod, he wasn't going to lash out, he wasn't going to say anything. Just say nothing, it's better that way. Can't hurt anyone if you don't say anything. "...tha-thank you, but I…" "But I…" ...But what, Lucian? Huh? Gonna keep making excuses? Gonna keep avoiding your own needs like- Goddamn hypocrite. nononononono stop stop shutupshutupshu- "...that doesn't matter. And I don't know where to begin anyway." ...Doesn't matter, huh. Doesn't matter, huh. ...Does it look like I do either...? ...Oh. His ears were ringing now. His hands were balled up pretty tightly, weren't they? He had yet to turn around to face Lucian, he had yet to move a single muscle. His jaw was held so tightly it was like he couldn't breathe. ... "...Akari… wait. I'm sorry for asking this, but… what's with…" "...your neck?" ...His... neck? He took a breath, his hands slowly rising to rest on the bandages. Was it damp? Was it warm? He couldn't tell. Lucian noticed, Lucian saw it. That's all that mattered Your neck, Akari. You neck. Your hands, your neck. Your hands. Your hands your neck your hands your neck your hands your- ... "Don't let them see what happened, they'd kill you 'Ri." ...But it wasn't all that easy to hide, was it? He wore oversized coats with big collars. They always saw. He grew his hair out to cover it. They always saw. He kept his head low. They always saw. He wore scarves, bandages, anything. They always saw. He couldn't even turn his head to look at Lucian. He was still frozen in place. "...I-..." Spit it out, Akari. What's wrong with your neck, hm? "...D-don't... Worry about it..." ...Please. [Read more] |
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Daiko OFFLINE Forum Posts: 280 |
Posted: Sun, 16/04/2023 05:06 (1 Year ago) |
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Daiko OFFLINE Forum Posts: 280 |
Posted: Sat, 15/04/2023 16:17 (1 Year ago) |
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-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- she's wondering if this is really ch3 or if this is ch2.5 because daaaaamnnn there's so much filler haha goofy edgy angst it could rival whatever tf naruto and one piece were doing -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- "...I've never been more okay. Snails are quite fascinating. I wonder why they even bother to-" So that was a fkin lie. Oh well, wouldn't do either of them any good if he prodded about it. Not when Akari, who was also lying his ass off, could barely even hold a normal conversation, much less a deep one. Plus, it might loop back around to involve him getting personal and... Ugh, he didn't want to do that. Selfish, yes, but... Damn therapists... "Akari... There's no matter of pushing anything. I'm... Fine." Broken record. Echo. That's all this was. Lies. Broken record. Echo. He shrugged, adverting his eyes slightly before responding under his breath. "Alright, sure, whatever..." ...That was a bit rude, he had to admit, but at least it wasn't like Lucian could hear it, right? Was he getting irritated? He didn't like the sound of that. The more he thought about it, the more he realized how much his unease was slowly turning into irritation. Anger. "...thank you for worrying about me. But... How I feel... Isn't important." "...you, and Kubo, and Miyako, and Setsuna, and Sawyer, and Darcy, and M-" "...and... Everyone else matter. It's alright, really. I'm okay." ...How Lucian felt wasn't important, huh? Sounded a lot like him, but... They were two different people, weren't they? Akari had his reasons Well, it's not like he knew the guy well enough to determine that. But still... He sighed, unable to stop the flow of words coming from his mouth. "...Look, Lucian, whatever the hell's goin on with you matters just as much as everyone else here-" He paused, realizing what he was about to say. He also noticed how sharp his tone was as well, maybe a little too sharp. Even if that's absolutely nothing. We're all gonna die anyways. Does anything we do even matter anymore? He grit his teeth as he thought about that, the long pause in between his words seemed to be filled with tension. He took a deep breath as he tried to lighten his tone, and hoping that whatever he said next wasn't all that harsh. "I... I'm not gonna try to push or anything like that, but... Just... Take care of yourself too, I guess." Hypocrite. You goddamn hypocrite. shutupshutupshutupshutupshutu- ...Oh. He was scraping at his neck again. Even with those bandages, he still managed to dig deep enough to... There was surely red seeping through by now. That wasn't good. He adjusted his coat to hopefully cover most of his neck, but there was only so much he could hide. There was only so much you could hide. There was only so much you could hide. He looked back over at Kubo, then turned to make his leave. Lucian seemed to have everything taken care of, and Kubo really just needed rest anyways so... "...I-..." He was terrible at making excuses, surprisingly. Besides, he couldn't just flat out say, "I don't want to watch this jerk sleep for who knows how long, oh and I'm totally not trying to hide anything no siree don't worry about me!" to Lucian, that wouldn't be... Ideal. "...Cya, Lucian... Not... much I can do now, so..." His voice was low and quiet, now that he was walking away, it became even less audible for Lucian to hear, so maybe he didn't even catch it. And with that, he began the walk back to his room, mayhaps even running into Darcy along the way? Find out next time on Danganronpa Ball Z! [Read more] |
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Daiko OFFLINE Forum Posts: 280 |
Posted: Fri, 14/04/2023 08:06 (1 Year ago) |
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-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- He looked over at Lucian, who was now trying to get Kubo to take the meds. Too bad the idiot was stuck horizontally t-posing his life away because a certain someone has neglected him. This is a protest. Seren, not posting the exact moment we want you to is roleplayer abuse. Do better. But something was different. The air shifted. Or... was it always like that? Was Akari too oblivious to notice? Either way, it wasn't really pleasant. "...well, I-- Akari. You don't have to stay if you don't want to. I might be able to take it from here... ...or, maybe I could... Figure out something that you could do later? With someone else or on your own?" ...He was still on about that? Geez... Besides, Akari was more worried about whatever the hell was going on with Lucian. He looked... pretty shaken up right now, honestly. How did he keep getting worse? "...Don't... worry about me, Lucian... I'm... I'm fine..." He muttered out. "...Are you?" He paused, sighing. "Just... Don't push it, alright?" He wished he could've said it better, at least done something better, but that was really all he could say. God, this was pretty awkward, huh? Depressing, too... [Read more] |
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Daiko OFFLINE Forum Posts: 280 |
Posted: Thu, 13/04/2023 19:10 (1 Year ago) |
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-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Akari quickly caught onto the pure awkwardness seeping out of Lucian, letting out a silent sigh in response. Yeah that... probably wasn't a good idea, making Lucian do something of that nature considering the circumstances but... Y'know, he would've thought someone like Lucian would be able to keep their composure, but apparently not. ...Oh well, wasn't his place to say anything about it anyways. Although... The awkwardness was pretty contagious, not like Akari wasn't already uneased already, but still. "I'm- sure it's a concussion. Absolutely." Akari simply retreated and stood to the side, watching from a distance. His hands had returned to the inside of his pockets. "...thank you... So much for helping." ...Sure was weird being thanked for something as small as this, simply doing what was asked of you. Akari wasn't one to take gratitude very well, it felt unnatural in a way. His eyes adverted to the ground. He tried to make a meaningful response, but the only words that came out of his open mouth was a small "uhh... you're... welcome...?" Thank god it was pretty much inaudible. "...you might be right. He might just need...some rest." "I really hope he'll be alright... But, Akari, I... If you need to leave... ...and take care of yourself, that would be okay..." ...Hm? He could feel the small needles on his skin. Lucian was looking right at him. Needles. "I've... Got nothin' better to do anyways, so..." Why was Lucian so concerned? Concerned about his well-being? He sure as hell wasn't, if he even had any "well-being" in the first place. As much as he wanted to leave, he wasn't sure what he'd do afterwards. What, go back to his room? Be alone once again? Nah, he didn't trust himself enough to do that. He couldn't bet on the possibility of finding something else to do either. Besides, if anything happened to poor ol' him, Lucian would probably blame himself or whatever, and... Yeah, he didn't need a fifth person to cry about. [Read more] |
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Daiko OFFLINE Forum Posts: 280 |
Posted: Thu, 13/04/2023 05:05 (1 Year ago) |
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-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- He quickly set Kubo down on the cot, slightly rougher than he should've been but it didn't make much of a difference. An involuntary shudder crawled its way through his body, a small one but it was still there. He was ...Too bad closing his eyes for even a second wasn't exactly in his best interest. "Okay, I... Um..." "...I guess we can find Kubo some medicine in here and... See if we have to bandage anything. Maybe water would be a good idea too?" He glanced over at Kubo, then at the cabinets storing the supplies. Hopefully Lucian was right about it being a concussion, and not something far worse, otherwise... Yeah, whoopsies, bye bye Mr. Detector over here. Totally wasn't being overdramatic, nope. "...do... You have any ideas, Akari?" Akari paused, thinking for a moment. "...Yeah... Check 'em for anything concerning, I guess..." He muttered out, moving to the aforementioned cabinets and grabbing some relief medication and an ice pack to help with the bump. His movements were sluggish, and his voice dragged a bit, but he still did what he needed to do. "...If... It's a concussion like you say it is... Guess he'll just... need some rest or somethin', I dunno..." He mumbled in Lucian's direction, bringing the supplies he picked out over to Kubo, then handed them over to Lucian. He wasn't exactly sure why he was so reluctant to involve himself in this any more than he had to, making Lucian do all the work, but... Still not over it, huh? You'd think after having every single person you've helped die on you like that, you'd be over it by now, huh? You were. You were over it, you got used to it. So why is Mei's oh so unfortunate demise shaking you up like this? Hm? Oh well. [Read more] |