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thefoundation2019-07-20 12:06 pm
foundationmods) wrote in thefoundation2019-07-20 12:06 pm
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Week 4, Saturday
[As everyone files into the studio once more, they will be invited up on stage instead of to their audience seats as they normally are. On the far left of the stage is a set of 16 chairs, one for each living contestant, arranged in two rows of 8. On the right is a podium for Dazai to stand at, and in the center is a big board with spaces and numbers on it.
Once everyone gets settled in, it's time for the game.]
Once everyone gets settled in, it's time for the game.]
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[He speaks like a man who's sleepwalking, slowly and painfully. There's no light in those blue eyes - not a single one.]
I don't...I cannot even think. The one thing....that I can do, so reliably...and I cannot even do that.
[The falls are so damned loud in his ears, but it feels like - somehow - there's been a mistake. That somehow, in some way, he's staring blankly from the ledge as he realizes he isn't the one who's tumbled into the water.
It's an impossible situation - something that should never, ever happen - but somehow, it has.
And now, nothing makes sense anymore.]
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[ oda lets go of moriarty. it takes every drop of effort to keep his emotions at bay, but from his labored breathing it's obvious that he's reaching his limit. perhaps he never left it in the first place. ]
I lost someone today, too. He was too trusting, too self-sacrificing until the very end. In my world, I don't even know him. But he was still a member of the Armed Detective Agency-- someone much more important than I will ever be.
[ he puts his hands in his pockets, one of them gripping nora's token tightly. ]
We have to find some way to get them back. All of 'em. There's gotta be a way, but I've got no idea how to do it or where to even begin. I thought you could help me but... I guess there's nothing we can do.
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[Though it's a beautiful speech - one he might have liked to hear before this, before everything - it just....falls flat, seemingly drifting through his fingers and mind before falling to the floor.
He looks...so empty. It's the look of a man who's lost the only purpose he clung to - temporarily, he can't stay like this forever, and soon he'll be back to what passes as 'normal' - but as he's let go, he just...
stands there, like a puppet with no strings. Like a doll.]
...Why....does it always...?
[But he doesn't finish speaking.]
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moriarty
hedge-hug from behind incoming]
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He's just...he doesn't know what to do.
He has no plans, nothing.
Nothing but his own grief and guilt.]
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[He's starting to drift out of 'grief' and into anger, though his anger is focused only on one person - himself.]
I am - no, I can't even say that I am a villain! I am - I am...
[He runs his hand through his hair, gripping at his scalp.]
...Just leave me, Silver. Like this, I am no help to anyone.
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[He doesn't move - doesn't try to strike out - but he yells that out, angrily.]
For god's sake, don't -! Just leave me, like how it's supposed to be!
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[He's...starting to shake, actually.]
....Go...!
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[Silver looks up at Moriarty evenly]
You'll hurt me? Throw me over there? Kill me? Because you're the "bad guy"? Because you were "written that way"? [he hops off the couch so he can look Moriarty in the eyes] Look. I never read the books you're in. I don't know shit about what "James Moriarty" is supposed to mean. To me, you're a kind, if eccentric, man who loves numbers and has a sadistic streak. A person. Not just a spirit, not just a character. Someone who wanted to protect me from this sort of garbage, someone that saw me as a person, too! None of that other stuff matters to me! But if that role is all that matters to you, then go ahead. Push me away. Do it.
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...But then, suddenly -
His face contorts in anguish, as tears start flowing - and with a sob he tries to cover his face, tries to keep people from seeing, but -
Those words....how long has he wanted to hear something like that?
He doesn't know.]
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woops
not the intended effect??
uh
accio tissue box.
Silver hands Moriarty a kleenex]
... are you ok?
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He hasn't been okay for a long, long time.]
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slight suicide tw
[ he'll just...push moriarty in the direction of a couch. ]
If it all goes wrong and the Foundation comes to kill us all, then maybe we can kill each other before it happens.
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...There would be no point to that, Oda.
[It's tired, but -]
We have missed our chance, and everyone else has suffered for it.
...I am a fool.
[There's a genuine bitterness to his voice when next he speaks, old and deep, venom as he spits out the words.]
...The Napoleon of Crime? A demon, a devil, a Heroic Spirit? No. I am nothing but a pathetic, doddering old man who can do nothing but stand by and watch.
You come to me for a plan? Every Single one of my plans have failed. And at this point, I no longer wish to even try at doing anything else.
...Leave me be. I am no longer 'James Moriarty', not in this damned house.
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"To me, life is one long process of tumbling and turning. I see a human being turning over and over in the same pathetic rounds...And as a writer I go on describing that same person over and over."
....Or so I read, once.
[ he glances to the side, and sighs. ]
As long as you breathe, you're still a person. And, as long as you're a person, you'll go through every trouble that people go through. If you don't wanna be James Moriarty, then that's fine. Take this time to think up who you wanna become.
[ and with that said, he'll walk away. ]
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When the man is finally away far enough not to hear, he speaks.]
...Your mistake was in assuming I am a person to begin with.
[Because, technically?
He isn't.
He really, really isn't.]