thefoundation | WEEK 3

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round 3

WEEK 3 - NIGHTSHADE

Finally, the whole truth of this affair had come out.

The Witch they had known as Yuuko was actually Nirrti, the Witch of Misfortune.
And Watanuki was actually the real Witch of Dimensions, as the two of them fought over the power that title brought, as well as the name and identity of a long dead woman...🗈

Though things had finally changed, perhaps it wouldn't be for the better. Nirrti herself seemed much different than how she was before, and Watanuki was the one who had brought all of them here...with that in mind, it was hard to tell how their future would shake out...

However, it wasn't all bad. A few more places were open to them, the second floor becoming a much more inviting place to be, and there was still everything they had gotten used to before. And now, they all knew that Nirrti's promises were nothing but empty air...

...or, perhaps, now they would merely change.

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[He doffs the hat when he nods, still a little cheeky but mostly himself now; also, it saves the hat from its precarious position on his head if he moves in unexpected ways.]

Yep, though if you keep calling it eating people are going to misunderstand more than they already do.

[He doesn't seem to find that a huge problem, though, because he doesn't bother offering an alternative here. Natsuno will just have to use his imagination, apparently.]

I actually have a lot more clothes like this in my closet, so I've been practicing a little on my own. It's something you really don't want to get rusty with.

[ Maybe next time. ]

What about someone like the robot? [ There are several, and he probably means Wheatley, but he also has not bothered to learn his name. That would be effort. Shifting into a cross legged sitting position he taps a finger against his cheek. ]

Hmm, if you're talking about the one that looks the most like a robot...

[Because he only knows about Gebura and Wheatley, and Gebura looks like a person most of the time.

Not that he minds trying to be Gebura, because he likes her just fine, but being Wheatley is probably funnier. It definitely takes longer this time, and a lot more rummaging, but Anon is going to come back with... what looks like a motorcycle helmet and a full set of -- that's probably a metallic-colored jumpsuit?? Astronaut pajamas??

It looks completely ridiculous compared to the last getup but he seems to be enjoying it, judging by body language because his head is in a motorcycle helmet. There's a lot of flaily arms involved.]

"Whaaat's going on?! I can't see anything in here! Who are you?! Who are you?! I can't tell who I'm talking to!"

[I'm sorry Wheatley.]

[ So he was half joking half serious before, but clearly he could have not have offered a better suggestion. Laughing here, it takes him a second to recover. With a seriousness totally befitting the situation he lowers his voice and smooths out his enunciation to create the perfect campy horror tone. ]

What goes bump in the night.

[Wheatnon just sort of freezes when Natsuno delivers his line--

And then tries to dive behind the costume trunk with an affected sort of screech that ends in him bumping the motorcycle helmet up against the trunk lid and knocking himself half over. He's mostly fallen over anyway because you can hear muffled laughter coming from over there.]

Ahh, what was that for? That was an ambush! I'm still not that good at improvising, you know.

[He's just going to be on the ground until he recovers.]

[ Heh, that was satisfying in a way he hadn't expected. A smirk on his face he hops up from the chair and walks over to the pile of props and laughter that is Wheatnon. Crouching down, he knows what he has to do. Poke, poke, poke. Finally the time has come for him to get his revenge. ]

Couldn't help it, runs in my blood. [ Someone stop him from punning please. ]

[Ah, vengeance is a dish best served cold and with a side of cold robotic not-metal cosplay, apparently. Anon twitches a little at the poking, mostly in surprise because with all of his props right now he can't see shit. Actually, this is kind of familiar, limited vision and Natsuno being silly somewhere in the vicinity.

He finally manages to get the helmet off eventually, shaking out his hair.]

Well, that's true, you are kind of one of things running around at night.

[The two people who have now thrown the worst puns at him are: 1. Shadow and 2. Natsuno so the literary edge club continues. Once he's a little disentangled from the pile on the floor he's totally going to start poking back. This is stupid.]

Exactly. [ That's all the excuse he needs as far as he's concerned, but he's not thinking too hard. Actually he's really not thinking at all. ]

Ha, I can't lose any feathers if I'm not wearing any. [ The poking continues, just a bit more rapid for emphasis. This is really stupid, but this is where they are now. ]

Of course you're not wearing any feathers.

[He's being silly because they both know exactly why Natsuno's not wearing any feathers.

But also he's absolutely going to start prodding him back, scooting away a little in defense -- that and he's going to reach over to the costume trunk behind him with an arm and start rummaging. Rummage, rummage...]

... Ah. But we could change that!

[He drops a whole-ass feather boa on Natsuno's head.]

[ .....looking up at the boa and then laughing. He pauses in his poking to rearrange it properly around his neck. ]

I should have thought of this before, it's the perfect Shiki deterrent. [ That's a joke, but he actually looks somewhat satisfied with this stupid boa. His fashion sense. ]

[He looks very satisfied with himself when Natsuno just accepts it.]

Eh? I totally thought most of the Shiki probably had a fashion sense like yours. It's very--

[He pauses and then deepens his voice to make it all dramatic, even as he reaches out to tug playfully at the boa.]

Walkers of the night, beware, or something like that.

[ There hasn't been a time in recent memory, maybe ever, that he's laughed this much. But there's really nothing else to do in a situation like this. Letting himself get tugged along, he takes a breath once he's settled. ]

Then I guess it's not working very well, huh? [ Just rolling with this now which means baring his fangs in a full on campy display. ]

[And this guy just looks progressively more self-satisfied the more Natsuno laughs. He lets go of the boa, but leans forward with mock-seriousness to inspect the fangs. Well, they look the same as all the other times he's seen them, but.]

It really doesn't work when half of us are also things that go bump in the night! Or so they tell me.

I don't know, I like sleeping at night, usually.

[ ty for going along with his ridiculous effort at... whatever that was. With one final chuckle he pulls back letting his fangy smile drop. ]

It's too bright for me to really sleep then. Well too blue, really. [ Tapping a finger below his eye for emphasis. ]

[He's good at playing along and generally playing, that's why they're in this situation in the first place. When Natsuno taps towards his eye he looks both curious and baffled; despite brushing up on his vampire lore, the details of jinrou continue to elude him.]

I don't think there are a lot of places darker than the mansion at night right now, even with the moon. Unless -- ah, you mean because of your eyes?

[He's totally guessing.]

Mhmm. My night vision lets me see as easy in the dark as day. But everything has a blue hue to it, so it's kinda weird. [ It's a solid guess! And jinrou are just special unicorns even among vampires so. ]

How much of a blue hue? Like, do other people still have their colors, or is it like one of those laser light shows?

If it was like a laser light show it would give me a headache. It's more like...a blue overlay on top of everything. I can still kind of tell what the colors are supposed to be.

[ Looking at Anon and his vibrant locks. ]

Your hair's still bright pink even then.

A blue overlay... So it's kind of like being underwater, huh. I kind of wish I could see.

[He has his head cocked and seems to be trying to envision this.]

Ahaha, my hair is probably one of the hardest parts to change. But I like the challenge.

Mn, yeah. I've never tried to use it underwater yet to compare. [ A beat. ] You'll have to throw me harder next time.

[ Similarly Natsuno is tilting his head, trying to imagine a non-pink Anon. ]

Shimizu's hair was pink too, and when she died it got even brighter pink. I can see something like that but... hm, it'd be interesting either way.

[There's a snicker here, but there's a gleam in his eye, too.]

Just wait. Once we're all the way off this island and the Game and I get the rest of me back, I'll show you what the whole rest of the ocean looks like!

[That's like, some kind of semi-coherent challenge/promise/threat(?!)/tease and something like a rare bit of boasting all in one -- the best way to get him to really mess around is just to get him talking about fighting or the ocean or better yet, both at once.

This is going to be a mess at some point, but probably an interesting one. ☆]

Hmm, does that mean your hair is also way more colorful now that you're a jinrou?

[He takes a moment to peer at him properly, as though evaluating the level of purple here.]

Just don't throw me so hard that I wind back here. [ Natsuno is on board for this because there's a part of him that's a masochist in so many ways, so he has no problem matching Anon's playfulness here. It's definitely something to look forward to once all this Witchy business is handled, which is unexpected but nice even if it will be an interesting mess. ]

Mmn, I don't think so. [ Taking one of the unruly strands of purple and inspecting it. ] My mother's hair was this color. It's probably just a Shiki only thing, they can't hide their eye color either.

[ By now he's kinda defaulted to letting the red shine through when he's with Anon, but in group situations and with everyone else he still uses violet from time to time. ]

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Ahaha, if I could do that I'd just be the new Witch of Dimensions.

[There's something terribly cheeky to it, by this point he's already somehow perfected the art of dragging Watanuki, possibly because it's like shooting fish in a barrel or y'know -- Watanuki just drags himself. Can't be helped! He rotates his shoulder and flaps his arm in a silly way apparently meant to demonstrate his yeet potential at some point--]

Man, no wonder all those Shiki were getting hunted and staked and everything left and right. I thought vampires were supposed to be sneakier, but I guess they really just kind of sucked?

[Or you know, Natsuno is a sparkly snowflake unicorn but it can be both, too. By this point he's so used to the red eyes that he gets more distracted by the hair, tilting his head as he suddenly tries to imagine Natsuno with like neon purple hair or something and his grin widens a fraction in amusement.]

It'd be interesting if your hair changed color like your eyes, too.

[ Judging by Natsuno's sly smile, he approves of this theoretical title reallotment. ]

Tatsumi called them failed jinrou, so you're not wrong. [ He never really cared about comparing Shiki with his own personal prowess, but that's starting to change a bit as he gets settled more into his skin. ]

Hmn, it would give me more fashion options. But I've never really thought about dyeing it before.

[ He lets the strand go, watching it stubbornly resume it's disorderly wave. ]

Right, right, it seems like even Tatsumi is right about some stuff once in a while! If I ever get to meet a Shiki it'll get real interesting.

[They've more-or-less seriously bandied the idea around multiple times but the most likely option is just running into one if the Foundation ever manages to gacha any more vampires. And who knows how that would turn out. Doesn't mean it's not fun to do more cross-dimensional dragging at this point.

He returns Natsuno's expression with one of his own, mischief and thought darting bright and quick in his eyes as he continues appraising the state of the bedhead.]

Hmm, why not, though? I bet you could go blue, or maybe something brighter, 'cause you're always wearing bright colors.

[Apparently they're totally going down this road now.]

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