Who: Everyone ever.
When: ooc: 10/30 to 11/04 ; ic: 09/26 to 09/28
Where: Cerealia - all five districts.
What: Clowns, Murder, Outrage and One Direction.
Happy Halloween :D
Rating/Warning: PG-13 to R. [ image within includes brief flash of scary clowns, scroll down quickly if you don't want to see it! ]
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Queen of the Mountain
It's morning when the lights go out completely. Not a single one remains on except the glow of the device and whatever flashlights anyone bothered to stock up on. However, a single hologram in the Shopping District broadcasts along a billboard for a Very Important Announcement. After that, you hear a song so tender and beautiful that it must have been composed by angels at the dawn of time.
"Baby, you light up my world like nobody else. The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed… "
When you go outside to investigate, a friendly clown will be inside a stolen(?) ice cream truck, looking to get all your attention before he talks through the speaker on the truck.
"Greetings, Cerealians! It's nice of you to join us at last. Are you worried about the power coming back? Oh, I'm sure CERES is working on it now. Rest assured that they have their finest technicians on the job. You won't be without your precious personal computers and robot-pets much longer.
In the meantime, let's play a game shall we! The rules are rather simple:
♥ You see that necklace on your chest? That's a lantern. You're going to want to hold onto that. If you lose it… well, you don't want to know what will happen to you if you do.
♥ Now, for the fun part! Collect the necklaces any way you wish, though we prefer the naughty way. Kill a friend. Kill a foe. Killkillkillkill until the streets are paved with blood.
♥ Whoever collects the most of those lanterns, gets a special surprise! They get to go back home, back to their friends and loved ones and away from CERES' endless lies and trickery. Don't you know it's all a lie? Your worlds weren't destroyed. This is a penal colony, and you've been suckered into the biggest prank of your life. But I'm here to help, of course. Just bring me a garbage bag full of the lanterns, and I'll show you, the lucky winner, the way out."
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//SCENARIOS.EXE
PHASE I [ xx xx ]
You're going about your business, wading through the dark, finding supplies. But you're not alone. After the broadcast happens, everything is in full swing. Some masked participants decide to start breaking into shops, classes, apartments, you name it. There's no escaping them. They're on the hunt, they're after you 'cause they're hungry like the woooolf. You can choose to engage them, fight your way out, jump into the game, or head to the sanctuary located in CERES academy. The choice is yours. Be sure to make the right one.
PHASE II [ xxxx ]
Spiders, spiders everywhere. For those who decided to surrender their lanterns, the first twelve hours of the game are a breeze. Then, come the spiders, hungry critters that will attack and try to catch you in their many webs strewn through the colony. Be sure not to get stuck in one while they chase you.
PHASE III [ xxxx ]
Feeling weak? Not quite keeping up with the clown-faced gentlemen? Or maybe even your former friends and lovers? Well, there's a solution for that! You'll find another masked man happily pedaling some Pulse for you to take. The temptation is there with the promise of extra strength and a boost of power and speed. He won't hint at any side-effects, but oh, how you'll feel them when they hit. And those trying to dodge that fate, don't put your drink down anywhere or take your eyes off your food. Someone just might slip a little extra to get this game really going.
PHASE IV [ xxxx ]
It's the last day of the game. You're tired. You're weary. You may have stabbed a roommate or ten. But the lights are gradually returning while the CEO appears as if from nowhere with a public apology on all the billboards. You're welcome to spam your disgust and contempt in his inbox. His explanation for not being around? Quite simple! He was off on an expedition this whole time and wasn't aware of the situation because he gets no reception out in the jungle. See, he was doing it all for the good of the colony and trying to look for more habitable terrain. Isn't that kind of him?
Any further complaints will be forward to his underlings, Elias and Lucius.
BONUS [ whyo'clock ]
You know what's fun? Jumping castles! Someone happened to surreptitiously leave one in CERES' large garden. Do you want to go in and see what's inside? For a limited time only, you can escape the madness and murder to jump to your heart's content. There also might be another clown-faced murderer watching you as you jump. And jump again. He'll just be in the corner. Breathing. Watching.
[ Remember to apply proper warnings on threads with trigger-y or inappropriate material and do let a mod know if your thread careens off into maiming or canoodling so we can lock the log. ]
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//RUN.EXE
Welcome to CEREALIA's fourth official event. For your convenience, we have compiled an OOC post explaining the event in greater detail. Feel free to ask questions there if you have anymore lingering concerns or inquiries.
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The more he knocks down, the more that seem to be there, blocking his way...
Between him and Komaeda. They're in the way. Kill them. His eyes seem to shake. And the second he hears the distant click, hears Komaeda's cry--he twists, lunging in that direction, only for there to be masked people in his way. Damn it!] Out of my way!
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Damn it.
Now that the masked assailants are aware of this, they close in. After all, he's not as much of a threat without firepower. But he's not giving up at least, not until, out the very fringe of his peripheral vision he sees movement coming towards him. He sees it, reacts too late, and the blow strikes the back of his head above and just behind his ear, hard enough that he's dazed, blood rising up to begin to stain pale hair. His swings with the crowbar falter as he tries to keep his balance.
The clowns recognize weakness when they see it, and all at once two of them are on him, dragging him quickly off and down an alleyway, further away from Hinata, all too quickly out of sight. For a moment he opens his mouth to call for him, but no. He won't be a distraction, won't put Hinata at risk for his sake. So instead the cry is a silent one, Hajime!]
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They took him.
They took him? Nagito?
He's not there. Some of the clown-masked people are missing. They took him. Hinata can't see him he was taken they're going to kill him or worse--
Sleep. You can't kill them like I can.
Without even fully realising what he's doing, swept up in panic, Hinata does. And a hand tightens abruptly on the katana, freeing it from its sheath in a single smooth motion. Perhaps the masked people sense a change in him, but they're already too late-- one, two, three, four, heads hit the pavement in a row, nearly at once, and Kamukura flicks the blood off of the katana as the bodies crumple around him, not bothering to spare them with a glance.
He turns, walking toward where Komaeda was, pausing briefly as a few of the masked people surge toward him with laughter and yells.]
-- You're in the way.
[A dull voice drones and an arm, a leg are separated from their owners, the katana slides through a midsection as easily as though it's cutting through butter. He leaves halves of people behind, eyes trained ahead on the alley because he can hear them, of course he can. The hand not holding the katana slips below his clothes, casually withdrawing a shiv and he throws it.
Perhaps Komaeda will be aware or it, or perhaps he won't, but he might notice when one of the masked people crumples, their grip going lax, the shiv having stricken where intended, right through their head. Kamukura's gaze shifts slowly to the last one remaining as he steps into the alley, the tip of the katana dragging along the alley wall, the sound like a death knell.] ...you're the last insect left. Let's see if you can interest me.
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He's dizzy, his head swimming and vision swimming after he was hit, and his struggles to free himself from the masked individuals dragging him along aren't accomplishing all that much.
But then it doesn't matter. A familiar voice -- though different, foreign and strange despite how well he should know it. But not entirely unknown, is it? No, he's heard it before.
Dazed, he turns his head in time to see one of the ones holding him drop like a rock, that shiv quite visible where it took them down. He looks up to see Hinata, that sword, all that blood, the scrape of that blade against the concrete wall. Kamukura, isn't? Not the Hinata he knows.] Hajime... [He breathes out the name.]
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--except.
There's something dark and deep and furious behind empty eyes. He turns his face away from Komaeda, approaching the last clown-masked person, reacting to the thrust of a knife with a casual motion, a sidestep and then a jerk of his fist upward to an elbow. A crack echoes in the alley as the man's arm breaks and Kamukura grabs hold of it, casually tossing the man against the nearest wall, the brick of it caving from the force.
He walks past Komaeda, lifting his bloodied katana, and drives this into the prone man's shoulder, twisting it in a slow circle, the blade slicing open a circle in muscle, blood staining clothes rapidly and the man screams in agony, unable to lift his other arm, horribly broken and mangled as it is.] You can't, after all. How boring. Not as though I had any expectations of an insect. Perhaps, if you beg, I'll let you live.
[One of his feet lifts as the beginnings of words, sounds, start to leave the masked person, and he slams the heel of his foot into their masked face, cracking it, driving it into their face.]
...as though I would. Die quickly. [Smash, smash, again and again his foot slams into that face, as though it isn't worth the effort save to kick this person to death, until their blubbering, pathetic sounds die down to nothing. Smash, smash, smash.
He steps back, pulling his katana from a shoulder. He stabs this into the man's bloody mess of a face (there's no purpose to it, the man's already dead and Kamukura knows this full well) before he turns his head, looking back at Komaeda. He pulls back from the body, flicking blood from his sword onto the ground.]
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But he stills all of a sudden when he sees that fury in his gaze, struck by it. That... that's different too, to see anything in those eyes besides apathy.
He's not given long to debate it though, stumbling back to brace himself against a wall. The world is spinning and it'll only start spinning more as he watches. The violence of it, the sheer animalistic brutality. He can feel each echo of Kamukura's foot connecting with that masked face echoing in his own chest, rattling his heart around.
Kamukura. Not Hinata. But still Hinata, and Komaeda is staring and forgetting that he's supposed to be breathing for a long moment. He saved him, didn't he? Somehow. Even if he should be terrified (and he is), he tucks the gun away as that gaze falls on him again.
He takes a step towards him, hesitant.] Hajime? [He voices the name again, like a plea. Not just Kamukura, right? Because, in the end, he'd rescued Komaeda, hadn't he? Those men, dead and bloodied on the ground, they'd been entirely intent on killing him. Komaeda knows this. That's what had brought Kamukura into this alleyway, isn't it? It's still his Hinata too.
It has to be. Komaeda promised Hinata he wouldn't lose him like this, and he won't. He can;t. He steps closer still, steps wobbling. The wound on his head, bleeding still, pale hair matted down, has him dizzy still, unsteady. But he's not letting it stop him, free hand reaching out towards the other now.]
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[There's no response to that name, but Kamukura doesn't do anything as he comes closer. His only motion is to sheathe the katana in his hand and watch Komaeda approach, as that free hand stretches out.
He takes it, wrapping his fingers around his wrist, and his other hand lifts up to Komaeda's chin, gripping it tight, tighter than Hinata might. He turns Komaeda's head to one side-- perhaps he'll realise that Kamukura is looking at his head, at the bleeding wound on his head, and an exhale of breath leaves him through his nose. It's barely enough to be a reaction; or it would be, except for the fact of who this is.
His body is soaked with those insect's blood, however. Nothing on him is suitable. He releases Komaeda's chin, reaching down to the end of Komaeda's shirt and ripping off a chunk. He pushes this against his head, against the wound, to staunch it for now.
It's only after he's done this that he says anything:]
The Hinata Hajime you're looking for is different from me.
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So quiet and there's so much blood and the boy in front of him is drenched in it, and none of that matters. Both their hands were already soaked in blood before this, have been for so long. The only thing that matters right now is those eyes, that looking into them shows so little of what he's looking for -- but still, something, enough of a glimmer of Hinata for there to be a glimmer of hope, and that is enough for the moment.]
He is. Very different. But you're him. [Part of him? Or Hinata is part of Kamukura? He's not sure which it is, all he knows is that he promised Hinata he wouldn't let him disappear.] He's you. Somehow, isn't that still true?
[Otherwise, why would Kamukura have come after him? Why would he be holding that cloth to his head? It's the logic that Komaeda is clinging to as he steps in that much closer, leaning close, enough to rest his forehead against the other's, able to feel the scars across that forehead as he does.] I made a promise, you know. [And he's not sure how he'll be able to keep it. But he'll do it, somehow. For now he tilts his chin up, enough to catch the other boy's lips with his own. It works in children's stories, doesn't it? But even Komaeda doubts something so crucial can be so simple.]
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[Even saying so, he's not refuting it. Perhaps it is true, in a way, that he and Hinata Hajime are one and the same. Otherwise, he wouldn't care at all what happened to this person here who smells of death, who he can figure out at a glance, who can't surprise him with anything like so many others. Someone who should be boring, but for some reason Hinata holds such a deep affection and attachment to.
That cloth doesn't slip from his grasp as Komaeda presses in or presses their mouths together. He keeps holding it to his head as he fails to respond to the kiss, even though there's something there that stirs.
After a moment... he does kiss back, driven by something that should have been gone, and he scrapes his teeth sharply, kissing unlike Hinata would. Sharp and bloody, just like the rest of him, soaked in it from all of his killing]
This isn't a fairytale, [is what Kamukura says when he pulls back.] If you want him back, you should do just what you promised.
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[Komaeda will concede. But he's sharp enough to know that those words were not disagreement either, not argument. And even Hinata without benefit of Kamukura's talents is oh-so-good at argument.
So he holds onto that, even in that kiss that is nearly not a kiss at all. He's startled when Kamukura kisses back, but there's no mistaking it for Hinata at all, is there? When the other boy speaks again, Komaeda opens his eyes and exhales a quiet laugh.]
It's true. We aren't really the sort to have a happily ever after anyway, no matter how you look at it.
[His gaze falls on that familiar face levelly.] Since you aren't going to cooperate I guess I don't have any choice. Then, please forgive me in advance.
[That's all the warning he'll provide before he draws his hand (his brand new band) back before bringing it across Kamukura's face in a hard, stinging slap -- though he has no doubt at all Kamukura could stop him cold if he wants to.] Since I promised!
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--ngh.
[His face snaps to one side from the force of the slap, and the noise that leaves him sounds a bit too startled and pained to be Kamukura. His eyes stretch open wide and he stares at the wall, toward where that mangled, bashed and bloody corpse of the man Kamukura stomped into death is sprawled.
He smells it. Hinata feels the scent of the blood hitting him at once (meat and death), but what follows afterward is the sharp, stinging pain in his cheek from the strike from Komaeda's prosthetic, that lovely and powerful hand he made for him.
He turns his face to look at him slowly, blinking, that numbing ache slowly waking him up further.]
--a...h... I...
[Killed. Beheaded. Sliced them open. Stabbed and stomped and stomped.]
...Nagito.
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His hand falls away, eyes fixed on the other boy's face, on the red mark that is already blossoming where he struck. But that pained sound reaches his ears, the stuttering voice. It's strange. Komaeda knows Hinata's face so well, and even if the features are identical, the change is so apparent it nearly knocks him from his feet. Everything about Hinata is alive, reactive and dynamic and emotional, not the cold detachment of Kamukura.
Komaeda stares a moment more, holding his breath until he hears his name.]
Hajime... [A rush of relief as he steps forward, lifting a hand to touch as tenderly as he can at where he'd just struck. But he wants to keep Hinata's attention on him, wants Hinata not to look around at the carnage, sure that he already remembers.] Welcome back. I'm sorry, does it hurt? [He hit him as hard as he could, after all. Komaeda isn't the type to not be thorough. He doesn't take those kinds of chances.]
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And it surely will bruise, later, from the force of that blow from that hand.]
Thanks. I-- thanks.
[He doesn't have anything else he can say. Apologise? For killing all of them? No, perhaps he does have something to apologise for, and he takes a wobbly step closer.] Sorry, for scaring you. And sorry, for... letting them hurt you. [Hinata lifts his other hand, tentatively brushing it against hair starchy with dried blood.]
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He shakes his head at the thanks.]
I promised, and more than that...
[Isn't is his fault it was necessary in the first place? Another shake of his head at the apology. There's no need for that either.] I'm fine. It's not something you could have stopped. There were so many of them.
[He manages not to wince at the touch, instead turning his head so he can nuzzle at Hinata's wrist.] I wasn't scared. You saved my life. [And Hinata, some shadow of him, was still there, some tiny little spark. Komaeda believes that, is clinging to that belief.] It was my fault, really. You saved my life.
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You weren't...scared?
[He... shouldn't he be? Even if Hinata would never hurt him in a normal circumstance... Would that really carry over to Kamukura all the time? Even if it had this time around?]
It's... okay now, right? [Komaeda's okay now? Mind you, they'll need to tend to the wound on his head as soon as they get back.] For now?
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But he shakes his head at the question.]
I wasn't. It's strange, but... even now, everyday when you're Hinata Hajime, there's no denying that a tiny piece of Kamukura is still there, is there?
[They've spoken about it before, haven't they?] There's no denying that there was a tiny piece of Hajime-kun still there in Kamukura too. No matter how small, because of that, I couldn't really be scared.
[Also Kamukura saved him. But he nods, stepping in closer and wrapping his arms around Hinata. What? Even if he wasn't scared, he was worried. Concerned. And now he's relieved that his Hinata is his Hinata.] It's okay now. We're okay. But... [He steps back and offers a sheepish smile.] Maybe it would be a good idea to go home for a while.
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Yeah. There is. [He mutters this softly as he turns his face into Komaeda's shoulder.] He's never completely gone. I guess... it's the case for him too. It's weird.
[But he manages to laugh, rough as the sound may be.]
Let's go back. We need to take care of your head.
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He nods in agreement, hand smoothing over Hinata's hair gently.] It is strange, but maybe that's to be expected. Everything that's happened, everything you've been through, it's really unique, isn't it?
[That laugh draws a smile over his face and he nods, stepping back.] I suppose that's a good idea. My head is in rough enough shape without help, don't you think? [His poor, poor brain.]
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[Though he's already forgotten much of it. He smiles absently nevertheless and turns his head into fingers, smoothing over his hair. He nuzzles into them, even, before he pulls back to look at Komaeda's face, touching his fingers carefully to the side of his head.]
I do think. It really doesn't need any more things happening to it. I... really don't like seeing you hurt.
[He leans forward, pressing a kiss to his temple before he pulls back, hesitantly offering one bloody hand to him (after he's scrubbed off his palm a bit on his pants).]
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Komaeda realizes his mind is wandering more than it probably ought to be given the circumstances. He smiles, nodding in agreement.] I'm okay. I really should have been able to handle myself better than that. [Once a useless person always a useless person.
But he smiles anyway, at the sweet kiss to his temple, reaching out with no hesitation at all for that hand.] I hit you pretty hard, didn't I? I think it's going to bruise in the end.
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[Of what happened. Of how... he became, for that short time. But also for the fact that Komaeda will save him. He really will. His fingers flex tightly around Komaeda's, perhaps too tight, and in them Komaeda may be able to feel a minute shaking he's otherwise concealing well.]
We'll work together... and you'll become even better at defending yourself if these things happen.
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Because he'll get Hinata back or he'll make sure that he can't do anything as Kamukura that Hinata wouldn't be able to live with. For now though, he tightens his hand around Hinata's in turn, looking over at him. He can feel that trembling and how tightly he's holding.]
I'll do better. [He will.] We'll both work at being stronger, won't we? I'll do whatever I can to make sure you remember yourself.
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Breath out. It's okay. Komaeda's here.]
I'm counting on you, as usual. And I'll make sure... something like this doesn't happen again. I'll show you some fighting techniques too, if you want, even besides shooting.
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His own life, his own safety, it's still a struggle not to think of them as little more than incidental.]
I do. I don't want to be a burden. If anything, someone like me could at least be useful to slow any opponents down more. [So he will. He'll do better. He'll try to learn whatever Hinata can show him.]
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[Hinata echoes the words, more or less understanding what Komaeda is saying here. He shakes his head slightly.] I'm gonna teach you stuff so that you can get away from people or protect yourself more.
[Hinata's number one priority is making sure to help him out so that he can look after himself!]
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