[ great! he doesn't say anything, he's just going to the rooftop. she probably thinks he is just going to dramatically lean on a railing and look at the ocean like the predictable sad sack he is, but he instead kind of
vaults? said railing?
not fully, but he's like, placing himself so he's sort of sitting on the edge of the damn building and just holding onto the railing by having his arms wrapped on it. very safe position. hi. ]
I couldn't help him either. [ casual small talk ok cool thanks ]
[okay well this slightly gives her a fucking heart attack please don't FALL OFF AND DIE. you cannot turn into a bird.
she makes her way over to where he's sitting, and ducks under the railing too, so she can copy him. except she doesn't hold onto the railing because she can turn into a bird if she falls. she's watching him closely like she can do anything if he slips, but.
swings her legs back and forth, staring out at the ocean, and then:]
[ does it help if he kind of does that thing when you let yourself lean forward while holding yourself backwards and it looks crazy. it's fine he's holding on pretty tight! white knuckled grip and all. ]
... It's not your fault. [ it's hard to tell if he's telling her or echoing her there. ] Sorry. I just... I'm sick of this.
but she doesn't say anything, because sometimes you have to try and make yourself feel alive. if he's too reckless, she'll intervene, but she - trusts him, so.]
I am too. I didn't think it was going to be like this when we started. [she's never gave a fuck about anybody like this before.] it just feels pointless. If it's for points or for revenge, or... I don't know, I don't understand.
[ he's not doing anything more than that, just kind of staring off into the fucking ocean. ]
He didn't even do anything. [ seething, a little, at the idea of it being revenge, but-- ] He was... all over the casino. Whatever reason, it can't-- nothing justifies that.
[ proximity implies it was reigen but it'd be really funny for him to sound this confident and it's sigrun's body ]
[oh she didn't know that part which makes her just
cling to the railing really hard, actually. she's not really a squeamish person at all, but thinking of reigen in actual pieces makes her want to throw up a bit. it's a lot of things all at once. she exhales shakily, staring out at the city, and then:]
He didn't deserve - he didn't. He didn't get Hans killed, he's done nothing but just - try to help, like an idiot. [she closes her eyes very tightly.]
[it's fine she would've figured it out eventually.
this, though. this gets her, and she drags in a breath that sounds painful and brings a hand up to scrub at her face.]
He told me he wanted to try, too. [fuck.] He wanted to fix things with Mob. There's a kid out there that - he's got powers, and they're overwhelming and he was lonely, and Reigen wanted to fix it, after he realized he screwed up, and now he might not get the chance.
[scrubs. angrily at her eyes again, which hurts, because of her burns, but she's crying and she doesn't want him to see.]
[she says, fiercely. she looks at him stubbornly with tears dripping down her face.]
I hate this. I hate it here. [but that's not really true, is it. because she doesn't. this stupid penthouse and this stupid city has been more of a home than the kingdom ever has.] I couldn't make him see how good he was to Nico, or you, or Datz, it's not fucking fair.
[ he feels weird being put into the list even when it's true. anyway he finally lets go of the railing ...... because he is climbing back on the other side of it and dragging her back over so he can sort of hug her loosely ]
... Yeah. I didn't ... [ he is just going to make them both sit down on the roof now. just dragging nimona along for the ride ] I don't remember what the last thing I said to him was. I don't... remember if I saw him.
[ace is like the only person i think that has free range to just drag her around like a rag doll so she doesn't care, but. she wraps her arms around him again. his poor soup brain.]
He - we saw him earlier, too. Before curfew. You saw him, when we were all at the penthouse.
[ he doesn't usually just drag her around this much but. he just. is doing that now. even though earlier he did not seem to want to be touched. it's fine. ]
Right. Yeah, I... he punched somebody. [ we really memshared jokes when his brain is soup. ] I remember that. Maybe he punched his killer too.
What universe are memory lapses fine in because it's not the one we live in. [she doesn't bother taking her hand away though, he can just stop her from punching him again. she brushes her face with her shoulder. ow.]
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[she pulls herself to her feet, rubbing at her face. she adjusts the suit jacket, and wanders after him. wherever he goes, she'll follow.]
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vaults? said railing?
not fully, but he's like, placing himself so he's sort of sitting on the edge of the damn building and just holding onto the railing by having his arms wrapped on it. very safe position. hi. ]
I couldn't help him either. [ casual small talk ok cool thanks ]
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she makes her way over to where he's sitting, and ducks under the railing too, so she can copy him. except she doesn't hold onto the railing because she can turn into a bird if she falls. she's watching him closely like she can do anything if he slips, but.
swings her legs back and forth, staring out at the ocean, and then:]
None of us could. [...] It's not just your fault.
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... It's not your fault. [ it's hard to tell if he's telling her or echoing her there. ] Sorry. I just... I'm sick of this.
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but she doesn't say anything, because sometimes you have to try and make yourself feel alive. if he's too reckless, she'll intervene, but she - trusts him, so.]
I am too. I didn't think it was going to be like this when we started. [she's never gave a fuck about anybody like this before.] it just feels pointless. If it's for points or for revenge, or... I don't know, I don't understand.
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He didn't even do anything. [ seething, a little, at the idea of it being revenge, but-- ] He was... all over the casino. Whatever reason, it can't-- nothing justifies that.
[ proximity implies it was reigen but it'd be really funny for him to sound this confident and it's sigrun's body ]
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cling to the railing really hard, actually. she's not really a squeamish person at all, but thinking of reigen in actual pieces makes her want to throw up a bit. it's a lot of things all at once. she exhales shakily, staring out at the city, and then:]
He didn't deserve - he didn't. He didn't get Hans killed, he's done nothing but just - try to help, like an idiot. [she closes her eyes very tightly.]
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... He said... he wanted to change. Be better. I told him he couldn't do that if he got himself killed.
[ and he did get himself killed, the asshole. ]
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this, though. this gets her, and she drags in a breath that sounds painful and brings a hand up to scrub at her face.]
He told me he wanted to try, too. [fuck.] He wanted to fix things with Mob. There's a kid out there that - he's got powers, and they're overwhelming and he was lonely, and Reigen wanted to fix it, after he realized he screwed up, and now he might not get the chance.
[scrubs. angrily at her eyes again, which hurts, because of her burns, but she's crying and she doesn't want him to see.]
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[ he turns around to look because she does not want him to and he falters a little seeing her rub at her eyes ]
... Nimona.
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[she says, fiercely. she looks at him stubbornly with tears dripping down her face.]
I hate this. I hate it here. [but that's not really true, is it. because she doesn't. this stupid penthouse and this stupid city has been more of a home than the kingdom ever has.] I couldn't make him see how good he was to Nico, or you, or Datz, it's not fucking fair.
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... It's not. It's-- it's not.
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He died not knowing how much... how much of a difference he makes. [she pulls his stupid jacket closer, gripping at it.] It shouldn't have been him.
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It shouldn't have. It wasn't... supposed to be. [ there's a long pause ] He was. There, yesterday. Right?
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Yeah. In Mouse's dorm, with us. [...] Is that what you mean?
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[ delicious soup brain ]
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He - we saw him earlier, too. Before curfew. You saw him, when we were all at the penthouse.
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Right. Yeah, I... he punched somebody. [ we really memshared jokes when his brain is soup. ] I remember that. Maybe he punched his killer too.
[ no he fucking threw salt at them like a loser ]
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[she says like a brat.] ... I don't think he went down without a fight.
[she's just not going to correct him though she's not sure how to make his brain work correctly so.]
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[ the man is dead but he will find a way. maybe ace will do the seance next. ]
I... No matter what, I want to know who did it. I need to. [ which is probably a sentiment she can agree with, but. y'know. ]
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[we seance reigen just to shout at him and then salt his ass]
Stick close. Okay? Tomorrow. We'll figure it out.
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I'm fine. [ Denial ]
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punches him in the arm]
Yeah, so am I, dumbass, do it anyway. [your JUICEBOX FULL OF HOLES]
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[ take a shower nimona. ]
It's just... memory lapses. It's fine. [ SURE ACE ]
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What universe are memory lapses fine in because it's not the one we live in. [she doesn't bother taking her hand away though, he can just stop her from punching him again. she brushes her face with her shoulder. ow.]
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