No one will be forgiven

[isolophobia]

Who: isolophobia & onerous
When: 4/8 = IC, 11/18 = OOC
What: Pitch is on his way back to swordhaus and ends up running into Yuri. Literally. His nice delusion of playing human comes crashing down while her fear and her obsession collide as Pitch really doesn't seem to care if he pushes too hard.
Rating/Warning: (None yet, but...let's be honest its Fatal Frame. Probably R or better.)



It was a different sort of fabric than any he had yet seen in the colony. Some form of a darker, metallic shade. Like hammered brass perhaps. The velvety nap was piled rich and splendid - which probably accounts for why Pitch wasn't paying attention to where he was going. He was trusting to the shadows to hide him while he marked off Haru's measurements with a stick of white tailor's chalk to a separate kind of black fabric with a matte finish. The brass would be a striking counterpoint to the color of Haru's eyes.

He didn't have very much fabric , so monogrammed handkerchiefs might have to be enough. The few who might appreciate the would actually see the value of the value of the fabric. He would have to be judicious with the scraps, though...

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[onerous]

It's tiring, this back and forth between the 'real' world and the virtual one she'd been thrown into upon arrival. While she's happy to be back in this 'real' world, she can't help but wonder if it would've been better to stay in the virtual one; at least the virtual one she'd found herself in had been set far enough in the past that it wasn't as big of a culture shock.

The city was pretty with its bright lights, but she much preferred her quiet town, and being out and about was exhausting. Which is probably why she wasn't paying much attention, keeping close to the walls to avoid any other people that might be wandering around.

Well, mostly everyone, considering she doesn't see the guy hiding in the shadows until she's literally slamming into him. "Oh--!" She reaches out to grab for something to steady herself, which really only happens to be him. Oops.

[isolophobia]

Oops, indeed.

Where it might be reflex for other people to catch her, it's Pitch's reflex to pull his arms in, dropping both the fabric of hammered brass and matte black as well as the tailor's chalk and handful of monogrammed handkerchiefs. Everything unfolded into messy piles around him as Yuri's fear was so strong it was practically radiating off her.

'Alone.'

A girl standing at the edge of an eerily silent cliff.

'In the end I'm all alone.'

Water lapped below and the blood red light of the setting sun drenched everything in red. It had a vaguely funereal air to it from the beginning.

'Alone until the end.'

And she let's gravity pull her off the cliff.

Pitch hissed through his teeth and closed his eyes. It felt felt so good to really taste the fear of someone else. But more than that it was a sharp and potent reminder of just how short a mortal lifespan was - and even more that he, Pitch, is not meant to be playing at being human.

[onerous]

It's an overwhelming power that sends her head reeling. Her mitori ability seems to go off like a flashbang, thrusting her into a brief image.

A pretty little girl, hugging the man she'd bumped into (except it's not the man, and yet it is, but he's different) and the girl is smiling. A promise--Please come back, on your life, promise me--and a name to the relationship--daddy!--before Yuri is pulled out of the vision.

She blinks the stars from her eyes, leaning against the wall as she tries to collect herself. Damn. Damn. She knew exactly what Pitch had seen as well, gritting her teeth as her eyes dart from him to the surrounding street. No one seemed to have noticed the odd pair, which was just as well.

"I..." What does she even say here? "I'm sorry." Sorry for seeing his own brief memory, yes, but sorry, too, for forcing him to witness something as well.

[isolophobia]

This was what he got for trying to carry an armload of fabrics over using the shadows to teleport. Another example of why he was deluding himself if he thought he could play at being human. Even when he was Kozmotis he had been much more muscular, more confident, and had loved his daughter very much. Now he was gray, wasted, thin to the point of emaciated. His memories are jumbled, his mind is a complete mess, and it's gotten so bad he doesn't remember (or care to remember) long term so he's totally forgotten he even had a daughter at all.

Where Yuri had to lean against a wall, Pitch is freely standing enjoying the after effects of Yuri's fear with a blissed out smile ...that mostly just looks creepy to be honest.

"Don't apologize for having complicated fear~."

Just don't mention what you saw.

[onerous]

Her brow furrows somewhat in a mix of concern and wariness. Concern because she's not sure just what's up with this guy--he's kind of creeping her out, and not only because he resembles some of the spirits she's encountered before.

But obviously he seems to have enjoyed what he saw, and that really doesn't sit well with her either. She straightens up and eyes him carefully for a moment, observing, before she speaks up. "Are you alright?" What she wants to say is What's wrong with you?? but that would hardly be polite, now would it?

[isolophobia]

"Of course~" His leer was a little less than the reassurance it's supposed to be.

"For someone who fears death so much, the level of isolation you think it requires is intriguing."

Yes, Yuri, he is referring to that fear of yours. The one that you think about so often, yet by the very definition of isolation, no one else is a part of.