recolle | never you mind [open]

never you mind [open]

WHO: keigo ~~asano~~ higashino and YOU
WHERE: All over the city, tbh.
WHEN: Throughout October.
WHAT: Basically, a late October overflow for the event post! Feel free to tag in, even if you didn't on my original top level! I'll be reposting it here. If you wanna plot something specific, feel free to shoot me a PM on this account or message my plurk at

heartsigh!
WARNINGS: violence and gore for one of the prompts and some of the threads.

I. HAUNTING THE HAUNTS

[ keigo was beginning to wonder if his little "gifts" from retrospec were more than just ways to mess with him and make him seem insane. certainly, there were times when keigo felt he was alone in the city, experiencing things and reliving memories and visions that made him wonder just how much value his life even had any longer. perhaps he wasn't alone in that sense. maybe someone else could relate? but, more importantly, the current ongoings with the city had validated keigo in ways he hadn't anticipated.

there were spirits, actual visible spirits, floating around the city!

he should have felt frightened, he knew that. the visions he received definitely keyed him into a more fearful way of living, whether or not that person was actually him. it made sense, logically, to be afraid of the unknown. but the first time keigo saw one of those spirits floating around, his reaction wasn't fear. not really. sure, it was an ugly sucker, nothing keigo would have wanted to see in the middle of the night, but someone else saw it, too! it was undeniable. but, what was different between this and the monsters that he and many others had encountered?

well, keigo could safely pin down that it was a spirit. it was setting off that weird sixth sense he developed like crazy. so maybe that person had it, too! without much thought, keigo darted up to his fellow witness, hands clenched in excitement. ]

You see it, too, right?! You can see it?

[ ...maybe he should have calmed down a little more first. ]

II. NIGHTMARES IN STEREO

[ most nightmares begin in darkness, don't they? after all, there's something inherently terrifying about the dark. never knowing what could come next, never seeing a threat until it was too late... but this particular nightmare of keigo's isn't enshrouded in shadow, isn't bogged down with the weight of unknown assailants.

it's bright, sunny. probably right after school let out; faceless people could be seen milling to and fro, disappearing into the distance once they escaped the peripherals of one's vision. then, the street winds off, distorted, unfinished and unreal. but a few alleyways lead to a residential district, where one could see rows of houses, the poles of streetlights dotting every other plot of land like punctuation marks in a kitschy, droning diatribe. quaint, familiar, but eerie in that there didn't appear to be a single soul milling about this part of the city.

walk a little further and one would find the first sign of life among the emptiness of the sidestreets: keigo himself. maybe he's a friend of yours, or maybe you've never seen him before in your life, but one thing is for certain: he's not like the other random figures that had peppered the scenery moments before. he's clear to the eye, detailed as though he was just as real as you are. but why was this a nightmare, exactly? it was trippy, sure. maybe a little unsettling. but scary? hardly.

as if on cue, keigo turned, looking over his shoulder with uncertainty. he might even see the visitor to his dreams (that'd be you, friend), but his attention was quickly pulled sideways by yet another person. this figure was almost as detailed as keigo was, right down to what he was wearing (a white buttondown shirt, trousers, suspenders). the most important detail, however, was that he sported a fairly gentle-looking expression, hardly a castmember of something that was supposed to be a nightmarish hellscape. even keigo himself seemed relaxed, if confused, by the man's appearance and presence there.

until the man draws a sword, seemingly from nowhere. that certainly puts a damper on things.

the mood changes abruptly, keigo's posture changing from mild uncertainty to flat-out terror. those who have never seen keigo scared before will be in for a treat as he staggers backward, nearly tripping over his own feet in an attempt to put some distance between him and the mysterious man. but it doesn't seem like there's much that can be done, not by keigo and certainly not by you, as no sooner does keigo turn toward the visitor for help does the mysterious man plunge the sword into keigo's body from behind.

with a disgusting squelch, the sword cleaves into keigo's chest, splashing blood all over the pavement. keigo gasps, sways, staggers into a nearby concrete wall, the sword sticking from his back until the unknown assailant withdraws it with a flourish, spraying keigo's blood like it was paint and the street was his canvas. it looks bad. keigo's body is paling quickly as he shakes and slides to his knees...

...but then everything stops. just like that, the man disappears and keigo, still covered in blood, suddenly regains his footing. could it be... ]

Guh, I just want it to stop.

[ ...yep. looked like some kind of looping dream situation. keigo breathes, regarding the other dreamer with a pained look. however, he seems resigned to the fate that's been given to him, pulling himself to his feet again with little more than an exasperated sigh. ]

What're you doin' here? Why are you in my dreams?

III. NO FEAR ... ONE FEAR

[ sharing nightmares had been an exhausting situation that keigo found himself roped into, but it wasn't anything that could actually bring harm to him, aside from the lack of restful sleep. what mattered to him more was that fog that was continuously encroaching on the city's space, claiming one piece of it at a time as it advanced. and on top of that, retrospec seemed to be keen on continuing to supply keigo with strange things from god only knew where. a sword, a seemingly invisible-to-everyone-but-him type of sword, was the newest addition to his collection of bullshit. he felt stupid walking around with a sheathe on his hip, and even the reassurance that came from knowing that the likelihood of anyone actually being able to see it was slim didn't help assuage the embarrassment. but, why would he subject himself to this?

because he had started to see dangerous shit go down in the streets. and if he wanted to go out and help people, he needed something to protect himself, right? nevermind that he had no idea if the stupid thing would even work on any of the weird circumstances that were unfolding...

...but then it hit him.

like a freight train, or something equally as heavy, cumbersome, and archaic, keigo was smacked upside the head with a sudden weight that would have given him whiplash if it was tangible. but, it wasn't. it was something that set off his sixth sense, that overwhelmed him to the point of his knees buckling. this was an unfamiliar feeling... in all the visions he'd received about this weird sixth sense, not a single one so far had him ever feeling like these auras alone were much threat to him. but here, standing in the middle of the street, keigo felt like he had a box of bricks dumped on him. wincing under the pressure, he straightened up, hand hovering over the hilt of the sword that sat waiting at his hip. in the fog, something approached...

two men, but it was clear which one was the problem here. long, brown hair, a white cloak, a confident smirk... and two black eyes, devoid of sympathy for anyone unlucky enough to be caught in his path.

keigo stared, wide-eyed, disbelieving of what he was seeing right in front of him. that guy... it... ]

A-A-Aizen... [ keigo murmured, a hushed sound that appeared too frightened to travel very far beyond his lips. it hung there, fading into a whisper, and quickly replaced with a sharp, contrasting laugh. ] N-no. No way. You're real?

[ whether or not the man was tangible didn't seem to matter much; it certainly didn't hinder his advance forward. but he didn't open his mouth to answer keigo, instead regarding him with that same smirk. the only change in his expression, the only hint alluding to his acknowledgement that keigo existed, seemed to be in his eyes, which reflected the dark amusement he was apparently deriving from this chance encounter. ]

S-shit. Shit...!

[ keigo took one step backward, then another, getting ready to bolt, but then... his eyes caught something else. someone from retrospec, maybe, or even just a bystander, dangerously close to the menacing advance of this fearsome man from keigo's worst memories. ]

Hey!! Hey, c'mon, you gotta leave!!

[ crap. didn't look like keigo was going to be able to cut and run just yet! ]

WILDCARD

[ ooc: come at me, bruh! throw me prompts of your own, if you desire!

for prompt III., keep in mind that aizen's aura does affect those who don't have a sixth sense! however! the degree of damage you want your character to endure is entirely up to you, since in canon, uh... it kinda leads to head explosions, and we don't want that! (or do we???) to avoid being affected by it at all, a character would likely need some kind of aura protection item or ability (which keigo himself currently lacks, w h o o p s) SO YEAH. otherwise, go nuts, y'all!! ]

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[ ooc: from here! ]

[ keigo had no idea how this would unfold, in all honesty. his memories of the man were... limited, to say the least. he had no idea what kind of person he really was, especially since all he could remember of him was being terrified and then... nothing.

he really thought he was speaking to his executioner, here, but he didn't let mafuyu in on that little tidbit. instead, he hesitated, looking at the man carefully. if this was his dream, he should be able to alter it if he tried hard enough, right? ]

It's rude to assume that I'm just gonna be here so conveniently for you, y'know.

[ keigo's response was met with a laugh, a dark, warm sound that bubbled up from the man's throat. keigo paled over. ]

O-oi... you should maybe step back...

[ was his command to mafuyu, anticipating something heinous. ]

[ To be fair, the man did kill Keigo multiple times, so the thought of him being an executioner wouldn't be too far-fetched. As a bystander, Mafuyu lingers and tries to draw what very little Japanese she knows from the very little anime she watches, wanting to think that laughter in any conversation is a sign of two people getting along well, but Keigo's warning to her suggests otherwise.

The man doesn't seem to care about her presence at all, or at least not for the moment, but it isn't guaranteed to stay that way; despite Keigo's warning, Mafuyu doesn't move from her spot, but she plants her feet squarely on the ground in preparation to run— forward instead of back.

Running away means nothing changes, that her existence doesn't matter, and that's the last thing she wants. ]

[ the man didn't move, not initially. he merely regarded keigo with that same soft, yet somehow devoid of real emotion, smile. keigo clenched his fists. how could he change this? how could he prevent the same dream from repeating itself? he glanced to mafuyu, noticing her stance, and he could just tell she was on the verge of something reckless. the way she looked at the man was so oddly familiar.

before keigo could dwell on it for too long, the man opted to speak instead of stand there, smiling: ]

My apologies, perhaps I should introduce myself first. My name is T̶̸̡s͘͜͞u̕͝҉͜k̨̢͝í̡̛̕͢s͏͡͏̷̨ḩ̵̕͝i͢͝m̶̷a͘ ̡̡̕͞Ś̶̛̀h͟҉̕͝͡ú͏̸̡u̵̸̷͡͞k̕҉̷u҉̨̛͟͜r̕͢͜͟͠ǫ̀̕͟ú̶̡͝͝

[ the man's voice became a mishmash of unintelligible static, like the in-between station of an old radio. keigo couldn't make out a damn thing he had said. it didn't seem to matter, as the man continued without missing a beat: ]

Now that we've gotten that out of the way, you're aware of what must happen, yes?

[ keigo's lip curled back, revealing a rather aggressive-looking scowl. repeating dreams were one thing, but the fact that this was changing meant that it had to be working, right? keigo swallowed back his fear and took a defiant step forward. just as defiantly, he responded: ]

Maybe you should get a new hobby. I'm not letting you do it this time.

[ the man shut his eyes, still smiling, breathing out a resigned sigh. without a word, the sword seemed to materialize from nowhere, and the man held it out to him, as if beckoning keigo to just try to change his fate. he looked fairly confident about the outcome. keigo kept scowling. with that challenge, he brazenly rose to it, fueled by frustration and anger and despair. how could he let himself fall victim to these memories? let them control him? so what if he died in another life? he had one to live now!

with an angry yell, keigo launched himself forward, grasping for the man's wrist. the man seemed surprised by this action, enough to stall, eyes slightly wide as keigo tried to wrench the sword from him. throwing another look toward mafuyu, he shouted one simple syllable: ]

Oi!

[ She didn't know a person could produce such a chilling sound as static, devoid of any human warmth or cadence, and she's left staring at his face, trying so hard to read whatever is behind that smile that she misses him pulling out that sword, silently berating herself because she'd stayed this close with the intention of seeing how he does it.

Doesn't matter.

The sword is drawn, but it doesn't draw blood— Keigo made sure of that, grabbing for the hilt and Mafuyu leaps forward on instinct, knowing full well her fist would barely reach the man's chin and so she goes for power instead of height, bringing her leg up in a roundhouse kick while the man's hands are occupied wrestling the sword back from Keigo and he is unable to defend himself. ]

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