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theafflicted2022-06-04 05:33 pm
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02.50 - week two, saturday
W2 SATURDAY
Like last Saturday, everyone will get an announcement on their tablets; this time, the announcement is preceded with a bell of some sort before Lorelei appears on the screen again.
"Good morning, everyone. This is an announcement to let you know that today's lesson will take place starting at 8:15 tonight. Again, today's lesson will be starting at 8:15. Please meet at the lower campus exit near the lecture by 8:00pm; Florence will be waiting for you there.
If you have a bag for some snacks and, perhaps, an item you can use for self-defense in the case of an emergency, please arrive with those things on you. We will provide you with an overview of what to expect when you arrive at 8pm.
Thank you."
The alert ends.
You have the day to prepare, ask each other what the hell is happening -- Florence and Lorelei do not seem to be available, strangely enough. There's a lot to take in with the information you have now. But before you know it... night falls.
"Good morning, everyone. This is an announcement to let you know that today's lesson will take place starting at 8:15 tonight. Again, today's lesson will be starting at 8:15. Please meet at the lower campus exit near the lecture by 8:00pm; Florence will be waiting for you there.
If you have a bag for some snacks and, perhaps, an item you can use for self-defense in the case of an emergency, please arrive with those things on you. We will provide you with an overview of what to expect when you arrive at 8pm.
Thank you."
The alert ends.
You have the day to prepare, ask each other what the hell is happening -- Florence and Lorelei do not seem to be available, strangely enough. There's a lot to take in with the information you have now. But before you know it... night falls.
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Ah, but that is far from flattery. Really, the only time you even occupy my thoughts is when you have the audacity to approach me.
It seems I am the one who has a sway over you. After all... I've taken an interest in you, so I want to see you at your best. I was not the one who admitted that, if you have forgotten.
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It's pretty presumptuous that interest means you've got any hold on me. Besides, there's a lot of people here who are interesting. You humans are all so different from the ones I know.
[He tests Gentaro's strength, seeing if he can wiggle away. He is... not trying very hard, admittedly.]
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[ .......
He senses he has made a mistake and immediately lets go. ]
Of course, that only backs up the fact that you are a terribly lonely person.
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Absolutely, when Owen is involved, but still.]
I'm still in the habit of finding people, even when I don't need to. What do they say - old habits die hard?
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So they do. [ .... ] Is it also a habit to be intentionally unpleasant? Or is that simply your state of being? A way to push people away so you won't get hurt?
You've lived so very long. Does it not get exhausting, to push away everyone who might care for you and for whom you might care? If you wear a mask for so long, it's bound to become the truth.
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Ah, and you'd be an expert on that, wouldn't you?
[Time for him to lean in real close.]
Are you sure you want to know all of these things about me?
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Owen's (admittedly extremely accurate) jab only makes his resentment grow. That, along with the clear invasion of his personal space--
He reacts, more impulsively and aggressive than he would otherwise. Gentaro presses his arm against Owen's throat, not too hard, but he is pinned against the wall. Owen could break free if he wanted to. But-- it is a threat. ]
I am a writer. That means that I must be an expert on the most basic of emotions. Perhaps you are projecting, as you seem too emotionally stunted to admit it. [ If he presses in a little more-- ] Do you think I am unable to handle whatever you throw at me? You'll find I am more than capable than you realize.
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I'd like to see what you're capable of when you're not holding back. Do you think you can do that?
[He leans into the arm pressing into his throat, while one hand reaches up to cup Gentaro's cheek. Even through his gloves, his hands are noticeably cold.]
Can you show me?
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I think not. [ That anger has subsided somewhat, but it's shifted to something cold and venomous, as cold as Owen's hands. ] I hardly believe you could handle that.
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So you're a coward as well as a liar. I was expecting so much from you, Mr. Yumeno.
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[ He presses harder at his throat, jaw tight. ]
Are you really trying to provoke me, Owen? Ah, I see. This is your attempt to feel something, isn't it?
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Of course I am. Do you think I can't handle it? Do you think I'm some weak, delicate thing that needs to be protected?
[He sounds way too gleeful right now.]
I'd like to feel you end my life. I wonder how guilty you would feel?
cw discussion of strangulation... :worry:
[ A pause. That glee only serves to make his resentment more powerful; somewhere, in the back of his mind, there's a faint, faint voice that tells him to stop. But he doesn't, even if he's only feeding into Owen's... whatever this is. It's the last thing on his mind, though. All he wants is to cut through that bold, shameless arrogance.
Gentaro leans in, just slightly. His ears ring until it's almost unbearable. ]
I see. You are that sort of person. [ ... ] Would you like me to throw you onto the floor and wrap my hands around your throat? Squeeze until your lungs burn and the world goes dark?
Ah, but then you would never see my reaction, would you? You would simply fade away, forgotten and left unfulfilled. Do you think anyone would mourn you?
sighs (also death stuff....)
But Owen is no stranger to that, to falling into that deep, quiet nothingness. It's peaceful, sometimes, and feeling nothing at all could be better than all of this.]
I already know nobody would miss me when I turn to stone and stop coming back.
[His voice is soft - almost a coo, really.]
I don't care about that. But I know if you kill me... that will be a mark on your soul that lasts for a very, very long time. It's hard to forget the people you kill, even if you loathe them. Especially for humans.
[Will he do it? Will he pull away? Either is fine with him, honestly. He's just glad he got to see Gentaro get pushed so far.]
Even if I don't get to see it for myself, I can die happy knowing you won't be able to forget this.
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Dice, Ramuda, and-- him, too. What would they say, what would they think if they found out he'd taken a life? It's that love for them that burns right through the resentment.
He steps back, releasing Owen. Once the ghoul exits his body, Gentaro looks shaken. It doesn't last long; he doesn't want to give Owen even more ammo. The mask returns, unreadable as ever, but he knows it can't be as convincing as he would like. ]
... I'm afraid I cannot allow you the satisfaction.
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He's not sure if he's disappointed or not when Gentaro steps away. He's alive, for now, and what's a guy got to do to shove people off the deep end?]
So you're back to being yourself.
[He sighs, pushing off from the wall.]
I thought you were a worse person than this.
[Is that... a compliment????]
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[ His voice is tight. He's angry--angry at himself, for allowing those emotions to get the best of him; at the Instructor, for demanding this of them; at Owen, for provoking him. Behind all that, there's a touch of shame Gentaro doesn't know how to handle.
Well. Ignoring those uncomfortable feelings has never done him wrong. ]
I would warn you not to provoke those stronger than you, but there would be no point, would there?
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Is there a way to get stronger without challenging yourself? Though I can't say I'm a fond of everything needing to be so physical.
[He considers the younger man for a moment, head cocked.]
But will you actually be so easy to prove again, I wonder. Did this possession just show me a more true side of you?
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[ >:( ]
You will have to see, won't you? I would like to see your attempts. I am sure they will be valiant indeed.
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[:3]
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Gentaro turns without another word and walks away. He doesn't need to deal with this anymore. He has enough to worry about, and Owen is certainly not worth his time.
... Loathe as he is to admit it, Owen was partially right about one thing: He won't ever forget this. ]