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recolle2018-06-10 10:58 pm
promisedyou) wrote in recolle2018-06-10 10:58 pm
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semi-open ☆ on a night when it seems we've gone insane
WHO: Mio Sonozaki and those who want to get involved in a small player plot and its aftermath!
WHERE: Various locations in Recollé
WHEN: June 17th and onward, as denoted in the prompts.
WHAT: One of Mio's regains causes her to become a little paranoid and stab a few people.
WARNINGS: Stabbing, murders, hallucinations. Also the potential mentions of suicide and abuse. If anything else comes up, let me know and I'll edit as necessary.
☆ OPTION I. ( closed to those who are getting stabbed / early morning to early afternoon on the 17th )
★ OPTION II. ( closed tohairstroke / late afternoon to evening on the 17th )
☆ OPTION III. ( open on the 18th from early morning to late afternoon )
★ OPTION WILDCARD
WHERE: Various locations in Recollé
WHEN: June 17th and onward, as denoted in the prompts.
WHAT: One of Mio's regains causes her to become a little paranoid and stab a few people.
WARNINGS: Stabbing, murders, hallucinations. Also the potential mentions of suicide and abuse. If anything else comes up, let me know and I'll edit as necessary.
☆ OPTION I. ( closed to those who are getting stabbed / early morning to early afternoon on the 17th )
- [The streets of Recollé aren't safe, not for Mio. Everywhere she goes she can hear the voices. Even though she should be aware that it's probably the paranoia talking to her. But even so it's difficult to just push it all away like it was nothing.
But maybe you're out there, in a secluded area, on your own in the early hours of the morning and right before it turns late.
Surely nothing could possibly go wrong, right?]
★ OPTION II. ( closed to
hairstroke / late afternoon to evening on the 17th )- [She's stabbed five people already. And while she's snapped out it for a moment, it's only that one moment that she finally realized what's happened. And the whole thing is actually terrifying that it makes her fingers tremble as she manages to take out her cell phone and immediately input Leon's number in hopes that he'll answer.
Please, please answer. She hopes that for her own sake that he will. But she believe in him. She always has.
Even if the demon in the back of her mind tells her that she shouldn't. After all, he's yelled at her several times before. He won't love her now. Not after what she's finally done. It doesn't matter if it's because of some disease or something else. She has blood on her hands now. Not as Shion Sonozaki. But as Mio.]
☆ OPTION III. ( open on the 18th from early morning to late afternoon )
- [At this point, Mio's... around, but there's a blank look in her eyes. Emptiness. As if she's been completely drained of life. What people might immediately notice besides that fact is that her hair is a lot shorter, only going a little bit past her shoulders.
Nevertheless, she isn't doing anything.
In fact, she's just staring into the vast expanse of space just simply waiting. Maybe it would be best to talk to her.]
★ OPTION WILDCARD
- [If anybody wants to play anything out from the 18th onward and visit her while she's in the mental ward on the weekends! Or for those who wish to have a personalized starter for option one, feel free to give me a heads up and I'll write something up.]
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She doesn't expect it.
She said it, after all, hadn't she? That she's a demon. She shouldn't be forgiven. But if he's going to call her self-centered, then maybe she should act like it. That will make things a lot easier for her to deal with the weight that's weighing over her back. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she finally looks at him properly, putting on a proverbial mask before laughing. It's a cruel laugh that makes her run her fingers through her hair, looking up at the sky as she answers with no remorse.]
If you say I'm self-centered, then why should I tell you where he is? Go find him yourself. It's more interesting that way, isn't it? Or what? Are you going to do something to me if I don't spill?
[If she says those words... he'll hate her even more than he already does, she's sure. And she's fine with that. It's what she deserves. This is her punishment.]
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Still, he grips the sword in front of him, not moving to attack but promising retaliation if she tried anything. His weapon had more than one use, after all.]
I could, if i absolutely had to. It's how I found you, after all.
But I want you to take some responsibility for this, Mio. If you loved my cousin as much as you claimed you did, then you at least owe his family that much.
[It's a low blow, for sure, but her flippant attitude left little to be desired.]
And if you still refuse to do so, then I'm calling the police.
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[Her cruel smile doesn't fade in the slightest bit. It's her way of burying her true feeling behind the surface in spite of her eyes being red and poofy like a rabbit's. Not to mention that there's evident signs that she hasn't slept at all in the past couple of hours.
Sleeping at all would be a disservice to his death, she thought.
Raising her left hand into the sky, she fiddles with the ring on her finger idly.]
... I don't care for your threats, though. You can't scare me with that. Besides. You called me self centered, didn't you? I don't owe you anything, in that case.
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No, what he does notice are those other little details. The puffy, bloodshot eyes, the exhausted tilt to her posture, despite all of her grandstanding... quite frankly, she kind of looked like hell, and it was hard not to feel a small twinge of pity.
But her cruel words smother that pity as quickly as it came, and it's hard to keep his hands from shaking on the hilt of his sword. He grits his teeth, a pained grimace crossing his face, feeling the poisonous barbs on his tongue emerge before he can stop them.]
I'm sure Leon would rather stay dead then listen to you right now.
[It's an equally cruel thing to say, and honestly, he's not coming off much better than she is at the moment. But there is a thin line between love and hate, and maybe it was how strongly he felt towards her-- and maybe still feels, really-- that's making these emotions all the more blacker, all the more painful. Sucking in a deep breath, he removes a hand from his sword to fish through his pockets, before finally extracting his phone.]
... I'm giving you one last chance. You're not going to be able to run from them forever, you know. I'll make sure of it.
cw suicidal ideation
[She allows her hand to fall down to her side, but she doesn't look at Xiaolang in the slightest bit. Then again, since when did she deserve to, after what she's done?
Mio knows better than anyone that she's practically less than human now. She's a demon that ripped out the heart of the person that she cares about without even flinching.
Leon didn't get to choose how he died. And even though she know full well that people who die and have the application will come back, there's a part of her that wants to kill herself. In fact, in makes her mind reel towards those memories she recalled. Those thoughts that she had...
I don't get to decide how I die.
Shion won't allow me to.
No wonder. I pushed her into the well to kill her.
It wasn't only her. None of the people I killed chose the way they died.
Considering that... it's ridiculous to be indecisive about the way I die!
So she's not exactly happy with someone, in spite of them being family, assuming that's what Leon would think. Nobody gets to decide that. That's something that only Leon can do.
And then she laughs. Mio laughs a long time like fingers running through broken piano keys. She still plays around with the ring on her finger some more like it's something really important to her. And it is.]
Besides... I don't need to run away.
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It's something that he has to bite his tongue from saying, knowing that he's said a cruel word too many at this point. It wasn't a smart idea, what with her mind in a less than stable state (to his knowledge), and it seems his words were just hindering any sort of real answer at this point. His gaze is drawn to the movement of her hand once again, and it feels much too deliberate not to be something meaningful at this point.]
You don't need to-- you think the police aren't going to do anything to you when they find out you took someone's life, Mio?
[The disbelief is clear in his voice, but as she laughs manically and plays with the ring, it becomes too much not to mention it.]
... stop laughing! This isn't some sort of joke! Stop fooling around with that ring and take this seriously!
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[Her words are rather clipped, but she finally stops laughing at least. Take this seriously? There wasn't a single second when she wasn't. But contrary to his words, she still fiddles with the ring, although she speaks in a tone that sounds almost indifferent, but there's something painful behind her tone, her voice cracking with every syllable she speaks.]
But why would I need to run away? I can just end my life here if I want to. A monster doesn't deserve to live, after all. Not one who took another person's life. To be honest, I don't even deserve this ring. It's probably cruel that I'm wearing it right now.
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Don't you dare.
[The words are meant to be a warning, but the way his own voice cracks on the last part is enough to display his true feelings on the matter. He wasn't going to lose one more person close to him tonight. He wasn't.]
You already killed enough. I'm not going to allow you to take another life, even if it's your own. Besides, there's no point to it, anyway. It's not going to take back what you've done.
[His eyes dart to the ring, the one she's been so oddly focused on, and now that he's closer to her, he can make out the details and the design. There's something familiar about it, with the color of the gems and how they match with the silver band, and his mouth suddenly feels dry. That, plus the cryptic nature of her words, hint to something more, something that was staring him right in the face that he couldn't quite place.
He's quiet for a moment or so, his breath still huffing, before venturing out in a hoarse whisper:]
... where did you get that ring from?
[He probably already knows the answer-- he just wants her to confirm it for him.]
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[Mio finds herself scoffing ever so slightly, laughing once again in spite of herself.]
There's definitely a point. But of course, I know better. I'm not allowed to kill myself again.
["Again", implying there was a first time.] I'm even stopped again...
[She wants to cry again. Because the last time she felt this way, that she didn't deserve to live in the slightest the person who came to her aid was Leon. He was the one who ran towards her when he heard those thoughts of her. What were they again?
Mio remembers it too well.
'I'm a horrible person. I'm scared that I'll become the person that I was before. That I'll hurt other people, the ones I care about, so... before I can do that. It's better this way isn't it? If I kill myself here, there's no chance that I'll betray anybody. So--'
And he called her. He begged her not to do it. That his life would be meaningless without her. But doing this... it's selfish, this time. It's not a selfless act that she can use to protect other people. It's a selfish act so she can forget that anything bad ever happened, kind of like drinking alcohol.]
Then again, I already promised that I wouldn't. I can't punish myself, the demon, that way. [Her tone is so strangely nonchalant and relax that it's almost difficult to tell that she's actually pretty shaken, deep down. Mio's just really good at hiding it.] And why does it matter? Are you going to take it away from me? From this demon that only cares about herself?
[Yeah, she's still going to continue to spit his earlier words right back into his face.]
1/2
'When'? He wants to ask. 'Why would you feel that was an option?'
There was so much he didn't know about her situation, stuff he never bothered to ask or things people never felt to tell him, and having it all crash down now was overwhelming. Never mind that killing herself would be pointless, when there were means to revive her almost immediately, but the fact she wanted to harm herself in such a way to begin with...
But then she tosses back his thoughtless words like a dagger, and he can't help but flinch. The grip on her wrist tightens for just a moment, before sliding loose, pointedly looking away from her.]
I honestly should. You really don't deserve it.
[If it was who he thought it was from, which it seemed more and more likely it was. But instead of acting on it, he drops her wrist and walks away, retrieving his phone from the ground (with thankfully minor damage), and beginning to search his bag for something. This was becoming pointless. The longer he was getting wrapped up in this, the more time he was taking away from finding Leon's body, and if Mio wasn't going to cooperate in the end...]
You really are selfish, you know that? Don't you think other people won't care if you do something like that to yourself? That they won't hurt just as much if they wind up losing you, too?
[His back is turned to her as he digs through his bag, making his expression unreadable, which... probably was for the best. It was easier to say these things when she couldn't see his face.]
That's why I'm not taking that from you. It should be a reminder that there's people out there who value your well-being, even if you clearly don't.
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Keeping the watch in his grasp, the bright, intricate circle (if one could call it a circle... it was much more square than that) flairs into life beneath his feet. Setting the accessory onto the ground, beneath his feet, he adjust his grip upon his sword, leaving one hand upon the hilt and the other carefully on the end of the blade. Bringing up the memory in his mind, letting his body's past instincts take control, a stream of Cantonese leaves his lips as the wind whips beneath his feet, in almost a chant. The words seem to have vague meaning, more mystic in nature than anything else, and after about a minute, he opens his eyes, a location materializing in his mind.]
... you left him in Tisse?
[It's less a question and more a statement of disbelief. That wasn't all that far from here...]
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[Of course she doesn't deserve it. As the monster that she is, as the demon that she's become, there's no way that she's deserving of it. How can she be? She never deserved love to begin with.
Not as Shion.
Not as Mio.
And maybe if she killed all of her emotions and truly become a demon like she says she is... like she said she was... this would be so much easier to handle. But it's because she still has feelings that everything hurts so much more.
It's only when he uses whatever spell to find Leon that she finally stands up from where she was sitting.]
All the people who cared about my well-being are gone. They died along with him.
[She means that proverbially, of course, but whether Xiaolang decides to take that literally or otherwise, she honestly could care less at this point.]
My own sister wouldn't care if I died. But that wouldn't be proper punishment for me, in the end. But since you've found him, I'm no longer needed here. That's why I shall exit the stage while I still can.
[If he doesn't plan to stop her, she plans on walking away. She has to go.]
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But that barb digs deep, hitting something hot and furious inside of him, and he can feel the textured metal of his sword's hilt digging painfully into his hand as his grip tightens around it. After he had defended her from her sister's criticisms, and how he worried over her disease and disappearance. How dare she. HOW DARE SHE.]
I CARE.
[The words are hard and ragged around the edges, struggling to control his breathing and the blind anger that made him lightheaded. He whips around to face her, too upset to even conceal the hurt upon his face.]
Do you think I like any of this, Mio? You took the life of someone dear to me, and just because I'm not patting you on the back and telling you it's going to be okay doesn't mean I want you dead!
I know you didn't do it on purpose. I know it's not your fault. But do you expect me to brush it off and say 'it's just an accident' and try to make you feel better, when I lost my one of my only family members here in this stupid city?
[His voice hitches, and if he was a more emotional boy, he'd be in tears, but instead, his voice just grows louder, his words coming out quicker and more desperate.]
Do you think I like hearing you talk about hurting yourself? Do you think I want to lose another person close to me? Would you feel any different if I was the one who killed him instead? If I cut off contact with you, worried you, withheld information from you, talked about ending my life, and then expected you to sympathize with me, despite all of that?
[It's so much, so much pouring out of him, and, honestly, for as much as he got onto her about being selfish, a lot of this is fairly self-centered too. But he's young, and while a bit more mature than a lot of his peers, he's still fairly clumsy with these things. He's not at a place to look at it from a more even standpoint.]
I can't forgive you for that. I can't. But it doesn't mean I think you're a monster, or a demon, or whatever else kind of terrible being you're wrapping yourself up in believing. You did a terrible thing, and you need to take responsibility for it, but not at the expense of your own life.
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[Maybe she should be lucky that she's practically turned her back on him to the point where she's about to leave because it's growing a lot more difficult to conceal any of her emotions.
She won't cry. In fact, she doesn't say anything for the longest time, before sighing.]
You don't get it. Not once did I want anyone's sympathy or forgiveness; I knew that I never deserved it. In fact, it would be so much better if you hated me. Wouldn't that be so much easier? After all, I did a terrible thing. I need to pay for my sins. That much I knew already.
I wasn't planning on running away. I said that already, didn't I? I'm not allowed to kill myself. I'm never allowed to. Because it won't erase the blood on my hands. It'd make me feel better, just for a little bit. But I can't atone for what I've done that way. It would be way too easy of a choice. I've never been able to make any choices myself. None of that matters, though. Not to you, or anyone else. They're just pretty words that I say to be convincing... to seem like I'm still human.
[Was she ever human to begin with? She recalls those words... that the one with the demon is Mion. She was Mion. She was supposed to have the demon, not her sister.
That's why she committed those crimes, not just because of some stupid disease.
Maybe she should stop pretending to be human. He might not think she isn't, but Mio knows better.]
Just forget about me. Forget everything I've said before today. All you need to see isn't the kind, but playful Sonozaki Mio. She never existed to begin with. She's dead. All you need is to never forgive the horrible Sonozaki Mio. To hate her because of what she's done. Because it's a sin that can never be undone.
I'm finished talking.
[She isn't allowed to say anything more than that. Anything more and she won't be able to do what she has to in order to atone. Which is why she doesn't hesitate. And she finally, finally walks away.]