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thefoundation2019-07-26 12:16 pm
foundationmods) wrote in thefoundation2019-07-26 12:16 pm
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Week 5, Friday
As evening falls, everyone settles in to relax and sleep. Many people are in the Blue room, including Saki. Interestingly enough, there is another guest as well in the form of Giriko who has been recently-Pooka-fied. All seems well in the sleepover, and nobody outside of a certain chainsaw even suspects that anything is about to happen.
Outside, near the garage, Giriko's former body suddenly gets up. It walks into the garage, looking for the chainsaw, only to find that it has gone missing. The body pauses, and is clearly trying to figure out what to do next. Then it leaves the garage, and it looks towards the house, but apparently decides against going there and heads towards the studio instead. Right by the door there is a large sledgehammer, which Giriko's former body picks up and hefts onto its shoulder. Then it heads into the studio itself.
About three minutes pass with nothing really happening outside. The cameras inside the studio are still busted, so nothing can be seen of the interior. But after approximately three minutes the door the the studio is flung open but Giriko's former body, which has apparently been yeeted out of it. The body goes skidding across the parking lot, coming to a stop laying on its back about thirty feet away from the door. There is also a keyblade embedded in its chest.
A few moments later, Vanitas steps out, followed shortly by Dazai. The pair walk over to the body and peer down at it as it lays there motionless. Since only distant cameras are recording this, what they say cannot be heard. But based on their expressions and random gestures towards the body, it's probably an argument of some sort.
Then Giriko's former body suddenly grabs Dazai's leg, and Dazai lets out a shriek that can be heard on the distant cameras, albeit faintly.
In the house, Saki looks to the window at the same time Dazai screams. She says, "What was that?"
Karen who looks to the window as well says "Maybe an owl?" All people at the party discuss the possibility of it being some kind of owl, and they end up using a stored reference database on someone's phone to look up the sounds a screech owl makes. By the time they find a sufficient answer, the following fight is long over and there are no more noises to be heard, so they collectively write it off as 'just an owl'.
Giriko is holding onto Dazai, picking him up and holding him upside-down as he stands up. Dazai flails uselessly like the loser he is, trying to kick his way out of the grasp but failing to make progress. Vanitas, meanwhile, holds a hand out towards Giriko's former body. The keyblade embedded in it suddenly de-materializes and reappears in Vanitas' outstretched hand, and a moment later he's rushing at Giriko's former body to attack it. A clean cut slices off the arm, and Dazai falls to the ground. And while he is down, he's not going to be out of the fight, as he's scrambling to turn around and grab Giriko's former body's bare leg, thereby nullifying any power within it. Abruptly the body falls back down, turning to a lifeless corpse once more.
Vanitas still stabs it a few times to make sure it's good and dead. Then the pair tie the body to a tree with some rope before heading back inside for the night. Everyone inside the house is left unaware of what just happened outside.
The night passes with no new deaths.
Outside, near the garage, Giriko's former body suddenly gets up. It walks into the garage, looking for the chainsaw, only to find that it has gone missing. The body pauses, and is clearly trying to figure out what to do next. Then it leaves the garage, and it looks towards the house, but apparently decides against going there and heads towards the studio instead. Right by the door there is a large sledgehammer, which Giriko's former body picks up and hefts onto its shoulder. Then it heads into the studio itself.
About three minutes pass with nothing really happening outside. The cameras inside the studio are still busted, so nothing can be seen of the interior. But after approximately three minutes the door the the studio is flung open but Giriko's former body, which has apparently been yeeted out of it. The body goes skidding across the parking lot, coming to a stop laying on its back about thirty feet away from the door. There is also a keyblade embedded in its chest.
A few moments later, Vanitas steps out, followed shortly by Dazai. The pair walk over to the body and peer down at it as it lays there motionless. Since only distant cameras are recording this, what they say cannot be heard. But based on their expressions and random gestures towards the body, it's probably an argument of some sort.
Then Giriko's former body suddenly grabs Dazai's leg, and Dazai lets out a shriek that can be heard on the distant cameras, albeit faintly.
In the house, Saki looks to the window at the same time Dazai screams. She says, "What was that?"
Karen who looks to the window as well says "Maybe an owl?" All people at the party discuss the possibility of it being some kind of owl, and they end up using a stored reference database on someone's phone to look up the sounds a screech owl makes. By the time they find a sufficient answer, the following fight is long over and there are no more noises to be heard, so they collectively write it off as 'just an owl'.
Giriko is holding onto Dazai, picking him up and holding him upside-down as he stands up. Dazai flails uselessly like the loser he is, trying to kick his way out of the grasp but failing to make progress. Vanitas, meanwhile, holds a hand out towards Giriko's former body. The keyblade embedded in it suddenly de-materializes and reappears in Vanitas' outstretched hand, and a moment later he's rushing at Giriko's former body to attack it. A clean cut slices off the arm, and Dazai falls to the ground. And while he is down, he's not going to be out of the fight, as he's scrambling to turn around and grab Giriko's former body's bare leg, thereby nullifying any power within it. Abruptly the body falls back down, turning to a lifeless corpse once more.
Vanitas still stabs it a few times to make sure it's good and dead. Then the pair tie the body to a tree with some rope before heading back inside for the night. Everyone inside the house is left unaware of what just happened outside.
The night passes with no new deaths.
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Anyway, Moriarty shakes his head - before closing his eyes.]
No, there is no forgetting. ...Unless you so wish to forget - I've a deft hand at hypnosis, so you would not have to rely on the Foundation. Nor should you be expected to forgive those who have gone behind your back and made choices for you...just as I was going to.
[There's a gentle silence, before he looks at him.]
...But, Silver. You are not alone, are you?
[There's a pause.]
Of course, I do not blame you for assuming that I was...too gone to come back and support you. And for that - I apologize, for failing you in your moment of greatest need.
cw: moar suicidal ideation
.... Honestly I didn't expect you to be anything to anyone after what happened Wednesday. I know what Akira meant to you, and I know that whatever I was feeling and whatever I mean to you was... nothing in comparison. ..... I can't even die properly, you know? Even if my soul isn't caught, there's no telling where I'll end up. I could go home... or I could go to some new hellscape.
[he slides down the wall, covering his face with his hands]
I just want to sleep forever.
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[He's going to quietly kneel down in front of the hedgehog, taking those hands in his own, if Silver will allow him.]
Akira is - dear to me, that is true. But - at losing him, I...became afraid. Because the only two left to me...could die at any time, and I would have to suffer an even greater pain, and I...ran from it.
In becoming cold and feeling nothing, I attempted to spare myself - to cushion myself from Azura's death....or your own.
...You mean more to me than you know, Silver. You are...to me, you are someone that I have admired greatly, through this entire game - no, since I have met you. That bright, brave spirit of yours...Though I am myself, I wished for you to be safe, no matter what. To keep smiling, and look at life with those bright eyes of yours.
...It was that wish of mine that nearly caused me to make you suffer. But -
[He stops, and sighs.]
Even as hopeless as you feel, I still - do not wish to see you in this pain. And - I know that there may be nothing I can do.
But...Even if you have given up, I have not. And if you must rest - then that is fine.
[His eyes turn intense, boring into the others, almost blinding in the determination that lies there.]
Yet, I will do everything in my power to show you that a future exists for all of us - each and every one. And perhaps, in that future...You will be able to smile once more.
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Moriarty's words chip at his defenses. To let himself think that he matters, that someone loves him, that he's bright and brave.... The dam that had been holding Silver's emotions back these past few days breaks, and he falls forward onto Moriarty, sobbing. Hugging. Also punching a little. He feels a thousand things at once and it's hard to parse them into some sort of intelligent response.]
Idiot... you idiots! All of you are so dumb... to have hope like this.... You're just going to get hurt! Everyone will hurt... hope is a mistake... Looking for the light is just... asking to suffer...
[despite his words, he's clinging to Moriarty, and his (weak, toothless) punches have stopped]
If we all just... give up... maybe it won't hurt...
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Ah.
What familiar, painful words.
Not paying attention to the punches, he embraces Silver as he falls forward, holding onto him firmly, but with as much gentleness as he can muster.
He's here. He's here, and he understands that pain. That confusion, that anger, that torment and wish to make the pain all stop -
And that is why he must speak now, to stop Silver from making a terrible mistake.
One he made a long, long time ago.]
...Giving up never stops the pain, Silver.
[He speaks with utter certainty, borne from his life - from all he has experienced.]
It only makes it easier to let yourself hurt more, until nothing can affect you - from the deaths of those you love, to you even causing those deaths yourself. When nothing matters, then you have become nothing more than a villain - or, indeed, like many Heroes.
...Do not follow down my path, Silver. Though it hurts - that pain will eventually heal, if you allow it to. And though you will always bear the scars of what happened, they do not have to hold you back.
Please - though you falter, do not stop from trying to stand again and walk forward.
As a living being...as Silver, you still have the ability to do so.
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For him, right now, in this moment, the prospect of ever being "ok" again is as distant and fanciful as breathing underwater.
He whimpers a little -- darkness and pain and hurt always make it so hard to see ahead]
I don't know if I can... I don't know if I'll ever be able to...
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[He gently ruffles Silver's quills, careful not to hurt himself on them - fondly, like a father or a grandfather.]
Because I, James Moriarty, guarantee it. And much more than that...I believe in you, Silver.
I always have.
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[Silver sniffles and nuzzles into Moriarty. It hurts. It all hurts so much, and he can't see how this could possibly end happily... how he could ever smile again.
But maybe, just maybe, he feels a single iota lighter]
....
Ok. I believe you.
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[And honestly, it's a good sign.
No matter what happens tomorrow...As long as he is still here, he will work towards what he promised.
There will be a future for all of them - the living, dead, and all of the 6350's.
...The path of good...
He'll be damned if it doesn't feel right, even if it is just for now.]