adsum | npc contact.1

I'm sending you away. If it's blood, a little goes a long way, you know? -—you don't know, you don't know anything about art.

[ Red is a bright color anyways, it's not something you start with, it's the highlight, finishing touches. ]

( ??? what do you mean maya's not happy??? komaeda thinks she is. )

Why is that, Arisu-san?

( he stands by her, glancing down because his 5'11" ass does not deserve to be doing this, but he's doing it. )

Her hope... sounds pathetic when you say it that way... ( he nods to himself, though the expression he wears is a bit sullen. ) ...But her death gave you room to grow.

[He is braced for the nail-ripping, but UH. child. for funsies let's say this is also the first time he's realizing his sight is working again.

In the absence of sound, he's going to stare directly at her for a couple seconds and then... gently try to take his nail back, I guess? Whose child is this? When did you crawl into their tent? What are you doing with that??]

[ No it's her fingernail now, she deftly places it inside her mouth like she's daring Clamor to do something about it. ]

[So what if he prefers a more hands (and fingers)-on approach?

Once she brings up the debates, ge smiles innocently.]

Why thank you! Not to toot my own horn, but I pride myself on my debating skills. I am quite looking forward to this one. Then you shall see what I am truly made of!

If you send me away, how will I?

( it's what he deserves to be sent away, and there's nothing he can do about it. he's persistent enough to stick around, but she's right, he doesn't know anything about their heart. nor do he really cares to, actually. no, that's not true, it depends on if the state of their hope counts on it. )

If your art is your hope, then I'll do everything to understand it... I want to make sure your hope is seen by the masses, covering the entirety of this school if you're strong enough to do that...

( why is helping people so hard! )

I won't say your hope is stronger than others, but... I'm curious of what you can do...

( that's aside from the punches. )

[CHILD NO THAT IS UNSANITARY???

he is sitting up to grab her (gently! but firmly!!) by the face like NO, SPIT THAT OUT, PLEASE... he is not quite brave enough to stick his hand in her mouth that is also unsanitary]

[ Maybe if you cleaned your fingernails, Clamor!!

She pulls back in surprise when Clamor goes for her face and for a moment he holds her face- cold, soft- and then his hands go straight through her like the shades in the void school. ]

[congratulations on waking up The Son by jostling him so much that he sort of rolls over, thuds against the floor, and lets out the most bleary,]

Whuhhh th'fuck...

...

...are you okay...?

[Oh yeah wait Clamor can't hear him. Fuck. He just starts gesturing wildly like IS EVERYTHING GOOD?]

[WELL

first he is going to remove his hands from her face after a few seconds, because that seems rude to leave them in there

and then he is going to look down at Noah, who seems to have woken up, and point at the ghost like are you seeing this shit?? hello???]

[ It's murderschool, I have Expectations

The counselor slides off the desk, wiping pretzel dust off his hands before striding over to Moriarty and taking his hand— one hand to hold, one hand to trace a line on Moriarty's palm. The life line. It itches when the counselor touches his skin, and at the same time, the tally marks on Moriarty's wrist begins to burn, a searing pain, one finger pressed to the end of the line while the other hand wraps itself around Moriarty's wrist with surprising strength to prevent him from pulling away.

He opens his eyes and it's darkness, it's silence, there's the distinct lack of air or space to move but he finds himself trying anyways, hands scrabbling at— dirt? soil, heavy and damp, crushing him on all sides, something with too many legs skittering over the back of his hand, something with no legs slithering inside his open mouth that's screaming, shouting, no breath left in his lungs that burn and sear as he keeps calling for help, crying for somebody to save him— for somebody to hear him— for Maya to-

He opens his eyes and he's in the counselor's office. The counselor is crouched in front of him, hands to himself again, peering up at Moriarty.

...He breathes a sigh, and pushes off his knees to stand. ]

That will be the end of our counselling sessions, James. For now.

You could say she's my TYPE.

( cute lookswise, hardworking and doesn't take his shit, makes faces when he teases having a crush on her or vice versa... )

But I don't have the luxury of being able to focus on relationships at the moMENT, so I wouldn't make any moves in earnest on HER.

( that... would be true even without the whole school thing going on. back at yumenosaki he's not as serious about them either for the same reason, so -- it can't, or it won't, change here. not without good reason at least, but what reason could be good enough?

well, feelings are hardly logical, but he's only spent two months roughly being any level of awake. figure that out later. )

Why do you ASK? Simply because I brought her UP?

[ This ghost that's, like, leaving the tent? She got what she came for, she's outtie. ]

You are! That's what it's all about; that's what everyone says!

[just. stomps her foot, fully lost in tantrum mode.]

And I'm not gonna do it, not ever! Because I won't have to! He's gonna rescue me, and I'm gonna go home, and you're all gonna be really sorry you did this to me!

Who? Everybody.

[ He plays with Komaeda's hands, idly lacing their fingers, unlacing them, lacing them again. ]

A corner means my back's protected. It's not all bad.

[Noah looks at Clamor like no, I'm not seeing this shit, what is wrong with you? Goodbye ghost he cannot see, have fun with Clamor's fingernails AGAIN.]

[ Does having Komaeda's blood on it first help in any way? Like it's already soiled so any more blood won't matter. ]

...Yeah. Could you?

[ He holds the jacket back out. ]

[ After the family meeting had occurred, and the note was left upon the locker the other day. Despite him flaking on 'not being able to read it.' Hyde very well could read the note, and inevitably came to the office as asked. Merely for the want to feed his curiosity and because he loves attention.

The door slams open, and he immediately shouts. ]

WHAT UP DOC'!!!!

[ For added effect he some how has a carrot he nibbling on. ]

Edited (ACTUALLY WHENEVER THE DATE U PICK) 2021-05-23 21:41 (UTC)

[ You don't want to sound crazy in front of a crazy person...

Like she continues to sound like, because if there's something in your locker doesn't that mean you put them there... Rika... But he doesn't say anything, he just follows after her and enjoys her hand in his while it lasts, until she asks him to do something weird again.

Okaaaaaaayy. Sure. He nosily glances inside like what secrets does Rika's locker hold... but then he looks down at his reflection in the mirror. He closes his eyes and touches the tip of his fingers, still damp, to the surface of the mirror, whereupon the image freezes even after he pulls his hand away and turns towards Rika expectantly, waiting for her to say he can open his eyes again. ]

[cue comical doubletake as the ghost is just ditching their dumb asses

He is going to get up and try to reach for her again, though, because wow yeah he can't just leave it at that and call the mystery solved—can he grab her arm? or shoulder?

also: did she take his library book, i'm guessing she probably did but if not he will bring that too because he can put two and two together]

[Whatever he expected - it wasn't this. This horror, this - This had been a very real fear when he was alive. The horror of being buried alive, suffocating underground where no one can hear you scream...

But it is also too close to the memory of his true death, of when his back was broken and the water of the falls surrounded him as he drowned, the surface of the water forever out of reach of his paralyzed body.

Once he comes back - he's shaking. Genuinely shaking for the first time, cold sweat breaking out on his skin and basically hyperventilating in front of the counselor, because - because for a moment, he doesn't know if he's back in those waters, or under the ground, both times desperate for a breath or a miracle that will never, ever come.]

Wh-wait -

[Despite what he normally acts like, he reaches forward and tries to grab onto the counselor - hands, arm, anything - something to cement him back onto what is real.]

What - what do you - mean....?

[He doesn't even really know what he's saying at the moment, as his mind is scrambling for some kind of stability while also still trying to keep the conversation going out of some kind of instinct.]

Get in my way.

[ He's not a monster, come on. But he does place a hand on Komaeda's and moves it away from his wristband in an unvoiced request not to do that. ]

( they're both cold, well the prosthetic is manmade cool while the other is just his low body temperature — he can only feel the male's warmth in one though. he slowly squeezes rokkun's hand with his better one to follow the pattern they have, but because it's not something he's familiar with, he stops after a few times. )

That's upsetting.

( upsetting? having high expectations probably does nothing for him anymore, but he was curious, he did want to see. if he has so much faith in rokkun's hope, he'd want to see it in action properly, but if the other is protected, rather than being put to a corner by someone else, that's not much komaeda can do about it. )

I wanted to see you fight for your hope, and how far you'd go to do so.

( and nene is just stepping out to get a drink when... there's a small child?? who isn't stephanie?? hello? where are you going she's following kinda because nene's impulse control is named hanako-kun. )

We don't mean any harm, Okane-san, I swear-

( not that they could?? they're both kinda dinky. but other than not being able to see the ghost... this is actually right up nene's alley, unfortunately. she's able to adjust quickly and speak clearly, but... she's notably not giving up their names. )

We're transfer students.

npc contact.1

full navigation

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

5/14 - 5/30( ?? ) - Counselor kun

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject