i didn't intend the thread to go this way but you know what
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terribibble
2017-01-31 06:16 am (UTC)(link)
[This is always a difficult topic of discussion. It all sounds so far-fetched, but Fiddleford knows spirits are real and has known since long before Ryslig. On the other hand the core concept of Marco hearing the voice of his dead father, the father he murdered with a broken table leg, is inherently disturbing. He just isn't sure if it's more disturbing as a paranoid delusion or a real otherworldly presence. His opinion on this changes daily.]
What does he say? Normally? You -- you don't have to tell me if you don't want. Just -- it might help me understand thins a little better. If I'm pryin' too much I'll let it be.
What does he say? Normally? You -- you don't have to tell me if you don't want. Just -- it might help me understand thins a little better. If I'm pryin' too much I'll let it be.
[His muscles tense, a bit as if his body wanted to withdraw into itself without actually moving. He doesn't want to tell Fiddleford, no. Not at all. But he doesn't want to hurt his feelings, either.]
He, he's just... looking out for me. Don't worry about it. He wouldn't hurt me.
He, he's just... looking out for me. Don't worry about it. He wouldn't hurt me.
If you're certain.
[The way Marco talks about it doesn't honestly inspire much confidence, but Fiddleford doesn't want to push him. It wouldn't help. So instead of saying more he carefully, cautiously scoots himself closer to Marco. It's fine. It's safe. He leans their bodies together and it's a little awkward and a little unwieldy because he's ready to pull back at any moment but it... it's okay. It's okay.
In barely a few seconds he goes from the bare minimum of contact to practically trying to inhabit the same space as Marco. God, he needed this.]
[The way Marco talks about it doesn't honestly inspire much confidence, but Fiddleford doesn't want to push him. It wouldn't help. So instead of saying more he carefully, cautiously scoots himself closer to Marco. It's fine. It's safe. He leans their bodies together and it's a little awkward and a little unwieldy because he's ready to pull back at any moment but it... it's okay. It's okay.
In barely a few seconds he goes from the bare minimum of contact to practically trying to inhabit the same space as Marco. God, he needed this.]
Of course I am.
[Flat as the response might sound, the look on Marco's face when Fiddleford scoots closer is completely genuine - a little surprise and, then, warmth. Relief.
It's very fortunate that his father hasn't said anything about Fiddleford, Marco finds himself thinking, because if he had, then he wouldn't know what to do.]
Thank you.
[That, too, is genuine.]
[Flat as the response might sound, the look on Marco's face when Fiddleford scoots closer is completely genuine - a little surprise and, then, warmth. Relief.
It's very fortunate that his father hasn't said anything about Fiddleford, Marco finds himself thinking, because if he had, then he wouldn't know what to do.]
Thank you.
[That, too, is genuine.]
[It's quite similar to the last time they spoke in person, is isn't it?
Kira freshly revived after a grizzly murder and for the same reason. The death of Suigmoto Reimi. It's irritating... but the same rage isn't there that overwhelmed him the last time. There's no need to be so angry. Something like this won't happen again. After all... when he emerges from his room inside the arcade he's not alone.
Kira's humanoid pink cat stand hovers beside him. It piercing red eyes glow as brightly as the arcade systems as it takes in all these new sights and sounds.]
I know. I hate it here too. [Kira fusses with his tie, and makes sure the cuffs of his jacket are clasped the way they should be. It's only for another few moments. You'll be fine.
[Kira just finishes that statement when Killer Queen lurches forward towards the only other person in the room and takes the position prepared to fight or defend or perhaps just blow this person out of existence.
Kira looks unconcerned still fussing with his appearance, twisting his curled bangs around with his finger.]
That's not an enemy stand... That's just Marco.
[Killer Queen doesn't move. And Kira just starts whistling the melody of Sheer Heart Attack.]
Kira freshly revived after a grizzly murder and for the same reason. The death of Suigmoto Reimi. It's irritating... but the same rage isn't there that overwhelmed him the last time. There's no need to be so angry. Something like this won't happen again. After all... when he emerges from his room inside the arcade he's not alone.
Kira's humanoid pink cat stand hovers beside him. It piercing red eyes glow as brightly as the arcade systems as it takes in all these new sights and sounds.]
I know. I hate it here too. [Kira fusses with his tie, and makes sure the cuffs of his jacket are clasped the way they should be. It's only for another few moments. You'll be fine.
[Kira just finishes that statement when Killer Queen lurches forward towards the only other person in the room and takes the position prepared to fight or defend or perhaps just blow this person out of existence.
Kira looks unconcerned still fussing with his appearance, twisting his curled bangs around with his finger.]
That's not an enemy stand... That's just Marco.
[Killer Queen doesn't move. And Kira just starts whistling the melody of Sheer Heart Attack.]
[Marco has to do a double-take when he sees it. Things have been... slipping again, haven't they? Sliding off-center ever so slightly, and sometimes he can tell and sometimes he can't.
... But no, Kira just talked to it. It must be real.]
You... It... I-It's in the real world now?
[And wait, was it ACTUALLY about to fight him??]
Did it really think I was a stand too...? [A nervous laugh.] I suppose I do look pretty unusual.
... But no, Kira just talked to it. It must be real.]
You... It... I-It's in the real world now?
[And wait, was it ACTUALLY about to fight him??]
Did it really think I was a stand too...? [A nervous laugh.] I suppose I do look pretty unusual.
i want to live like a plant screen cap is so good.
quietpeacefullife
2017-03-13 09:50 am (UTC)(link)
Hm? [He glances over towards Marco continuing to tug on his curled bangs.] You can see him? How interesting. [Perhaps a good thing otherwise he'd have been seen talking to himself. Not too concerning because, again, this is just Marco. But... He hadn't considered that just anyone could see his stand. Is that better or worse for his victims that will now die to Killer Queen once again? It doesn't matter he's just curious.]
And perhaps. There seems to be a time limit on my bombs. I'll have to figure out how long it is. I tested it out in my room. [Something minor, like what he uses to for unwanted girlfriends. They just sort of smolder out of existence. Now it's just a ashy smolder that lingers. He's not about to start complaining about the restrictions on his stand now that it's back by his side after such a painfully long time.] For example... [He tosses Killer Queen a coin from his pocket. The stand catches it, stares at it for a moment and then sets to detonate it by holding out it's fist, thumb up and then pressing what can only be described as an invisible button but... nothing happens.
Kira and his stand share a glance and they both turn to look at Marco simultaneously.] So, as you see, you wouldn't have been blown up. Nothing to fear at all.
And perhaps. There seems to be a time limit on my bombs. I'll have to figure out how long it is. I tested it out in my room. [Something minor, like what he uses to for unwanted girlfriends. They just sort of smolder out of existence. Now it's just a ashy smolder that lingers. He's not about to start complaining about the restrictions on his stand now that it's back by his side after such a painfully long time.] For example... [He tosses Killer Queen a coin from his pocket. The stand catches it, stares at it for a moment and then sets to detonate it by holding out it's fist, thumb up and then pressing what can only be described as an invisible button but... nothing happens.
Kira and his stand share a glance and they both turn to look at Marco simultaneously.] So, as you see, you wouldn't have been blown up. Nothing to fear at all.
[So Marco DID say it was okay to bug him with super stupid, mundane, pointless questions. And while he put it off for a little while, fully intending never to use the number, eventually he can't help himself.]
hey marco-san have you ever thought about how when you're looking at your teeth in the mirror you're actually looking at your skeleton?
and that when you brush your teeth, you're cleaning and brushing your skeleton?
hey marco-san have you ever thought about how when you're looking at your teeth in the mirror you're actually looking at your skeleton?
and that when you brush your teeth, you're cleaning and brushing your skeleton?
Edited 2017-03-14 12:29 (UTC)
[Until just now, Marco had completely forgotten that regular people weren't supposed to be able to see the muscled ghosts - wait, were all stands muscled ghosts? It's not like he has a burning need to know, but now he finds himself wondering about the most polite way to pose that question.
The coin thing is a curious sight - especially the button press. Like a detonator, huh? A bizarre thought, the idea that Kira might have been used to blowing up perfectly ordinary objects with a simple gesture like that.]
I... see. Is Mana the one to thank for this?
[And if she is, did she know what exactly she was bringing back?]
The coin thing is a curious sight - especially the button press. Like a detonator, huh? A bizarre thought, the idea that Kira might have been used to blowing up perfectly ordinary objects with a simple gesture like that.]
I... see. Is Mana the one to thank for this?
[And if she is, did she know what exactly she was bringing back?]
and if you think about it you lose parts of your skeleton! you lose a lot of your bones! they all rot and fall out of your head.
if you don't clean them, they fall out even faster.
i heard you don't really need teeth to eat. doesn't that mean you don't need that part of your skeleton?
but that's weird because you need every other part of your skeleton.
if you took out an arm bone that'd be bad but it's okay if you can't keep all your teeth.
if you don't clean them, they fall out even faster.
i heard you don't really need teeth to eat. doesn't that mean you don't need that part of your skeleton?
but that's weird because you need every other part of your skeleton.
if you took out an arm bone that'd be bad but it's okay if you can't keep all your teeth.
She is. [He continues to preen for a moment more before giving his full attention to Marco.] It's strange... everyone complains about how Mana has screwed up and not given them what they want but I've never had that problem. Oh no, she turned me into a fish. Or a dog. Maybe that's less her fault and the fault of the Fog Witch's magic. Or maybe everyone is just a complete idiot incapable of speaking their desires properly.
Killer Queen seems to be facing some performance issues. Something that may get better over time but I think the fact that a stand exists in a word where they do not is a feat in itself, so I can't possibly complain.
More importantly, this has come at a very opportune time. Next time some little girl decides to come into my home and bash my head in with a hammer I'll just blow her up.
Hmm. Depending on my schedule, I may just do that anyway. [Maybe. He is exceptionally busy the next few days. He has to make up ground from being unconscious... again. It's just a very busy time. He'll have to pencil in her death later in the month.]
Killer Queen seems to be facing some performance issues. Something that may get better over time but I think the fact that a stand exists in a word where they do not is a feat in itself, so I can't possibly complain.
More importantly, this has come at a very opportune time. Next time some little girl decides to come into my home and bash my head in with a hammer I'll just blow her up.
Hmm. Depending on my schedule, I may just do that anyway. [Maybe. He is exceptionally busy the next few days. He has to make up ground from being unconscious... again. It's just a very busy time. He'll have to pencil in her death later in the month.]
Don't? [Kira offers Marco a most unimpressed stare and he's quick to close the gap between them, his stand hovering just behind him.] Did you say don't?
I'm sorry... you said don't last time as well. Don't kill the ones that killed me. Don't kill Kishibe Rohan a known and vile Fog Cultist, the one who also tore out my organs and lynched me in Dyster. Don't kill Kujo Jotaro the man who basically pushed me under the ambulance that ran over my skull and killed me in Morioh. Don't kill Josuke the very bane of my existence. Don't kill the girl I hired and was ever so kind to during her employment, a girl who came into her employer's home with a weapon and smashed his skull in when he did quite literally nothing to her. Don't kill these people you say.
I see... So who should I kill then Marco? Or should I let these things keep happening? Should I just allow fourth followers and ungrateful ingrates to walk all over me and do as they please because they take issue with the way I live my life?
No, I think not. That doesn't get to happen anymore. I will kill that little girl in due time and all her friends and I will take great satisfaction in it. I have Killer Queen and while I have been upsettingly unlucky as of late things are turning around. I will blow away everyone and I will live my life the way I deserve to.
I'm sorry... you said don't last time as well. Don't kill the ones that killed me. Don't kill Kishibe Rohan a known and vile Fog Cultist, the one who also tore out my organs and lynched me in Dyster. Don't kill Kujo Jotaro the man who basically pushed me under the ambulance that ran over my skull and killed me in Morioh. Don't kill Josuke the very bane of my existence. Don't kill the girl I hired and was ever so kind to during her employment, a girl who came into her employer's home with a weapon and smashed his skull in when he did quite literally nothing to her. Don't kill these people you say.
I see... So who should I kill then Marco? Or should I let these things keep happening? Should I just allow fourth followers and ungrateful ingrates to walk all over me and do as they please because they take issue with the way I live my life?
No, I think not. That doesn't get to happen anymore. I will kill that little girl in due time and all her friends and I will take great satisfaction in it. I have Killer Queen and while I have been upsettingly unlucky as of late things are turning around. I will blow away everyone and I will live my life the way I deserve to.
[There's this thing about Kira - the thing where he can seemingly twist any situation to make it sound like he is perfectly innocent and in the right - and Marco isn't sure if he finds it scary or just utterly frustrating to deal with.]
Wh-- What would the point be, Kira? [Marco huffs, trying to get some of that frustration out of his system. That was too sharp. He needs to tone it down.] Someone else would just take you out again, people would just keep going on and on about how awful you are. That doesn't seem like the way to get some peace and quiet to me.
[Something occurs to him. Something he isn't sure if he really should mention.
But if there's even the slightest chance it'll get Kira to think about things in a different light...]
... You know, I ran into Josuke. He visited you while you were asleep last month.
I'm sure this must sound... very, very odd. Considering everything. But I couldn't help but think he cares about you at least as much as I do, for some reason. Heck, maybe he wants the same thing I do.
Wh-- What would the point be, Kira? [Marco huffs, trying to get some of that frustration out of his system. That was too sharp. He needs to tone it down.] Someone else would just take you out again, people would just keep going on and on about how awful you are. That doesn't seem like the way to get some peace and quiet to me.
[Something occurs to him. Something he isn't sure if he really should mention.
But if there's even the slightest chance it'll get Kira to think about things in a different light...]
... You know, I ran into Josuke. He visited you while you were asleep last month.
I'm sure this must sound... very, very odd. Considering everything. But I couldn't help but think he cares about you at least as much as I do, for some reason. Heck, maybe he wants the same thing I do.
[Unfortunately Marco isn't wrong. Susan seems to have many allies that would kill him one after another if given the chance. There aren't people here that would do that for him. And he can't fight everyone on his own.
He would if he could. But with the limitation on Killer Queen... it's too much for one person.
But he also can't just let people do this to him. That isn't right either. But he doesn't really have too much time to dwell on it because Marco brings up the ever interesting thorn in his side.
Josuke.
He has a message from the boy in his inbox that says Josuke had come and taken his two of cats while he was asleep. Interestingly enough he and Josuke just spent some time together. The boy has become a poodle monster and it's truly a hilarious situation. He found Josuke in his trash out back. Less amusing was giving him a bath and combing out his fur because he wouldn't just stay in the apartment upstairs like a good dog and he had to be down in the café-- None of this matters.
What matters is what Marco is saying. And it's... it's curious and it forces him to pause and think which had to be the intent the squid was going for.
The memories from the dreamscape are hard to collect and his feelings about Josuke are cloudy at best but there is one absolute truth he knows and can correct when it comes to this statement that's just been brought forth.]
Josuke does not care about me. And neither do you. No one does. That's sort of the problem, is it not? I have a host of enemies... and no friends. Which is fine. [After what Susan posted on the network... after all that's been said and done and seen... Lucius and Draco (Mitsuhide as far as he knows is in prison.) There isn't a single soul on his side.
The very cult he joins can't be bothered when Fog followers kill you so...
It's of no great matter. He's been all alone his whole life and now that he has Killer Queen back there really isn't any need to feel miserable about the way things are.
At this thought the stand gently nudges at him, his own consciousness reconfirming the pink cat's existence. It is real and here in this horrible hell scape of a world. This is all he needs. He doesn't need fixing or lectures, and he certainly doesn't need friends especially if the goal of these "friends" is for him to be anything other than this version of himself who is trying so very hard to be happy.
He tugs at one of his loose bangs wishing very much he still had that elated feeling in his chest and that he hadn't run into Marco. Nothing that's been said here was worth a fraction of his time. And there is very little that can ever be said that will make him change the way he is. There are very few people in this world that have the power to do that and he's quite sure Marco and Josuke are not those people.]
What I want and what you and Josuke want are two very different things and therefore I'm not interested. Your intentions seem admirable but they're most certainly not for the right reasons. They're not for me. They're for you. They're so I don't become some kind of threat to our cult. But not once were they for me. And I know exactly what Josuke wants... He wants me dead. And that's what he's gotten, a few times now. Unfortunately for him it doesn't seem to stick.
He would if he could. But with the limitation on Killer Queen... it's too much for one person.
But he also can't just let people do this to him. That isn't right either. But he doesn't really have too much time to dwell on it because Marco brings up the ever interesting thorn in his side.
Josuke.
He has a message from the boy in his inbox that says Josuke had come and taken his two of cats while he was asleep. Interestingly enough he and Josuke just spent some time together. The boy has become a poodle monster and it's truly a hilarious situation. He found Josuke in his trash out back. Less amusing was giving him a bath and combing out his fur because he wouldn't just stay in the apartment upstairs like a good dog and he had to be down in the café-- None of this matters.
What matters is what Marco is saying. And it's... it's curious and it forces him to pause and think which had to be the intent the squid was going for.
The memories from the dreamscape are hard to collect and his feelings about Josuke are cloudy at best but there is one absolute truth he knows and can correct when it comes to this statement that's just been brought forth.]
Josuke does not care about me. And neither do you. No one does. That's sort of the problem, is it not? I have a host of enemies... and no friends. Which is fine. [After what Susan posted on the network... after all that's been said and done and seen... Lucius and Draco (Mitsuhide as far as he knows is in prison.) There isn't a single soul on his side.
The very cult he joins can't be bothered when Fog followers kill you so...
It's of no great matter. He's been all alone his whole life and now that he has Killer Queen back there really isn't any need to feel miserable about the way things are.
At this thought the stand gently nudges at him, his own consciousness reconfirming the pink cat's existence. It is real and here in this horrible hell scape of a world. This is all he needs. He doesn't need fixing or lectures, and he certainly doesn't need friends especially if the goal of these "friends" is for him to be anything other than this version of himself who is trying so very hard to be happy.
He tugs at one of his loose bangs wishing very much he still had that elated feeling in his chest and that he hadn't run into Marco. Nothing that's been said here was worth a fraction of his time. And there is very little that can ever be said that will make him change the way he is. There are very few people in this world that have the power to do that and he's quite sure Marco and Josuke are not those people.]
What I want and what you and Josuke want are two very different things and therefore I'm not interested. Your intentions seem admirable but they're most certainly not for the right reasons. They're not for me. They're for you. They're so I don't become some kind of threat to our cult. But not once were they for me. And I know exactly what Josuke wants... He wants me dead. And that's what he's gotten, a few times now. Unfortunately for him it doesn't seem to stick.
[ he's going to blame the fact that things have all but exploded (and since settled down) for why he hasn't yet contacted Marco. After all, that terribly nice anon pointed him over in his direction, and he already sort of knew that Marco was probably one of the people to talk to, but-
[ yeah. Things blew up. But they're better now! So he's got a free minute for: ] i dont suppose youd care to teach someone about technology
[ yeah. Things blew up. But they're better now! So he's got a free minute for: ] i dont suppose youd care to teach someone about technology
[Frustrating. The scales have definitely tipped to the "frustrating" side.]
The little you, he-- [Marco stops himself. Tries again.] ... There was a little kid version of you in your... in your head. He said I was your friend. Now of course I wasn't so sure about that, but then, when I ran into you... You almost looked like you agreed. [A somewhat bitter undertone slips into his voice as he continues:] I suppose you changed your mind when you decided I was a "good man" after all.
[Which is a claim Marco simply can't bring himself to agree with, even faced with a man who has killed God knows how many women to satisfy his desires. He committed a crime, he hid it from everyone - everyone who unknowingly expressed their sympathies to a mournful son who was a killer all along - and now he's being tested and he knows he's already slipped too far and so do his ever watchful parents.
They want to speak. They're calling his name. Marco steels himself to at least finish this conversation.]
That's not what I'm doing. I'm not worried about you being a threat to the-- For crying out loud, it's not a cult, it's...
[He furrows his brow hard.]
... Can you honestly say you've never felt bad about what you do? Not even once?
The little you, he-- [Marco stops himself. Tries again.] ... There was a little kid version of you in your... in your head. He said I was your friend. Now of course I wasn't so sure about that, but then, when I ran into you... You almost looked like you agreed. [A somewhat bitter undertone slips into his voice as he continues:] I suppose you changed your mind when you decided I was a "good man" after all.
[Which is a claim Marco simply can't bring himself to agree with, even faced with a man who has killed God knows how many women to satisfy his desires. He committed a crime, he hid it from everyone - everyone who unknowingly expressed their sympathies to a mournful son who was a killer all along - and now he's being tested and he knows he's already slipped too far and so do his ever watchful parents.
They want to speak. They're calling his name. Marco steels himself to at least finish this conversation.]
That's not what I'm doing. I'm not worried about you being a threat to the-- For crying out loud, it's not a cult, it's...
[He furrows his brow hard.]
... Can you honestly say you've never felt bad about what you do? Not even once?
[Whew, he actually took him up on the roundabout offer! Marco would have directly offered help, but, well, he didn't want to risk anybody asking him why he'd be stalking someone's random anonymous post just to respond to someone else entirely.]
It would be a pleasure actually. :)
It would be a pleasure actually. :)
[ a perfectly understandable thing. And at the very least, Draco doesn't suspect at all. It's perfectly normal, as far as he's concerned. ]
would it? brilliant
because its come to my attention that im rubbish at it
would it? brilliant
because its come to my attention that im rubbish at it
oh my god
why would you ask him that
why would you ask him that
[Not all that uncommon but Kira doesn't really know what Marco is talking about. The dreamscapes are pretty scrambled and he doesn't remember a great deal just yet. His brain has not really had a chance to settle and process everything. The month long sleep was simply to repair all the damage people had done inside.
So he tugs on his bangs, watching Marco huff and puff, slightly confused if nothing else.]
Correct me if I'm wrong. [He knows he isn't. (He's absolutely going to be.)] But you can be friends with someone and still not care about them. There's no obligation to any of it. I consider you and Lucius and Mitsuhide and... [Hm. That might be it.] Friends. Truly. But I'm not about to die or put any further thought into your well beings. It may cross my mind from time to time. Oh, I hope Lucius is doing well and his son got home safe this time. But that doesn't mean anything. They're just passing notions. And in turn, you may consider me a friend but I don't expect or believe you care about me. That'd be absurd.
[Kira Yoshikage, has never had a friend in his life until coming to Ryslig. If that wasn't strikingly obvious.]
Josuke asked me a similar question... In... In the dreams, maybe. He asked me if I ever cared about anyone before. Really and truly cared. I don't remember my answer... though I can guess... Because I see her, quite vividly, sitting where Reimi was. And I can hear her calling a name that isn't mine...
If you asking if I've ever felt bad for anything I've ever done? Because the answer would then be yes. I feel bad for the position this woman is in now. The position I have placed her in due to certain actions on my part.
If you're asking if I feel bad for the murders I've committed the answer is no. I've felt anxiety and fear at being caught but never once have I held the hand of a woman and thought that I'd done a terrible thing. I know they're not good things but I'm not about to feel bad about it. That's no way to live a happy life.
So he tugs on his bangs, watching Marco huff and puff, slightly confused if nothing else.]
Correct me if I'm wrong. [He knows he isn't. (He's absolutely going to be.)] But you can be friends with someone and still not care about them. There's no obligation to any of it. I consider you and Lucius and Mitsuhide and... [Hm. That might be it.] Friends. Truly. But I'm not about to die or put any further thought into your well beings. It may cross my mind from time to time. Oh, I hope Lucius is doing well and his son got home safe this time. But that doesn't mean anything. They're just passing notions. And in turn, you may consider me a friend but I don't expect or believe you care about me. That'd be absurd.
[Kira Yoshikage, has never had a friend in his life until coming to Ryslig. If that wasn't strikingly obvious.]
Josuke asked me a similar question... In... In the dreams, maybe. He asked me if I ever cared about anyone before. Really and truly cared. I don't remember my answer... though I can guess... Because I see her, quite vividly, sitting where Reimi was. And I can hear her calling a name that isn't mine...
If you asking if I've ever felt bad for anything I've ever done? Because the answer would then be yes. I feel bad for the position this woman is in now. The position I have placed her in due to certain actions on my part.
If you're asking if I feel bad for the murders I've committed the answer is no. I've felt anxiety and fear at being caught but never once have I held the hand of a woman and thought that I'd done a terrible thing. I know they're not good things but I'm not about to feel bad about it. That's no way to live a happy life.
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