"If I had that answer, do you think I'd be here right now?!"
Mariko bristles and for once, it's not her infamous prickliness or her well-documented dislike of emotional conversations. Her hand flies to the back of her neck, to where they both know her Other's port sits and the dream stutters. Matt in the Red Mask and Tatsuo in the White Mask look like statues, standing in the courtyard of the resort they now both recognize.
"I don't make good choices unattended, Hitori."
The eyes of the Matt statue flicker with eerie red light and from the mouth of the mask comes the garbled audio of a scene. There's barely enough to discern - the bang of a door forced open then static that fills in for voices, two men and a woman. Unintelligible words become a scream. Widows scream like that - the ones made by bullets and bad timing, do - and the sound's so full of the grief and rage that it tears the throat. It's hard to accept that kind of sound in Mari's voice.
Mariko pales at the sound and she jumps to cover her ears, shaking as she screws her eyes shut. She can't take the look that's coming, the one where everything shatters because he'll know after this. She rolls her shoulder, trying to keep the tension from locking the joint.
Black smoke flows from the Red Oni's mouth, leaving nothing but glowing eyes as staticky voices screech in garbled panic. A 'click' of an empty chamber echoes like a gunshot and Mariko's voice counts in a tone almost robotic 'One'. and the static is still obscuring proper words. There's yelling and sobbing (Click.Two), the dull thud of a body hitting a hard surface (Click.Three) as the static eases enough to make out a crying man so far beyond terrified and (Click.Four) Mariko's voice too cold and casual for anything besides murder.
Red Oni's eyes burn brighter through the darkness of the black smoke, enough to wash Mariko in hellish red light. There's another scuffle, another thud (Click.Five) and the man shrieks like prey, like he can feel death washing over him and Click. Six. The audio clears and there is nothing but sobbing and Matthew Murdock's voice almost too far away to hear, screaming 'Mari! Mariko!'.
Looks like death doesn't want you. A cell it is, Lucky.
Mariko flinches and slaps a hand over her mouth, swallowing whatever sound she was going to make with the narrowly suppressed gag. Her shoulder locks and she makes a sound, not unlike the one she made as a child, as she curls in on herself. It hurts...it hurts...
"I know what I'd be without all of you." she croaks, voice thick with Bad Things.
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Mariko bristles and for once, it's not her infamous prickliness or her well-documented dislike of emotional conversations. Her hand flies to the back of her neck, to where they both know her Other's port sits and the dream stutters. Matt in the Red Mask and Tatsuo in the White Mask look like statues, standing in the courtyard of the resort they now both recognize.
"I don't make good choices unattended, Hitori."
The eyes of the Matt statue flicker with eerie red light and from the mouth of the mask comes the garbled audio of a scene. There's barely enough to discern - the bang of a door forced open then static that fills in for voices, two men and a woman. Unintelligible words become a scream. Widows scream like that - the ones made by bullets and bad timing, do - and the sound's so full of the grief and rage that it tears the throat. It's hard to accept that kind of sound in Mari's voice.
Mariko pales at the sound and she jumps to cover her ears, shaking as she screws her eyes shut. She can't take the look that's coming, the one where everything shatters because he'll know after this. She rolls her shoulder, trying to keep the tension from locking the joint.
Black smoke flows from the Red Oni's mouth, leaving nothing but glowing eyes as staticky voices screech in garbled panic. A 'click' of an empty chamber echoes like a gunshot and Mariko's voice counts in a tone almost robotic 'One'. and the static is still obscuring proper words. There's yelling and sobbing (Click.Two), the dull thud of a body hitting a hard surface (Click.Three) as the static eases enough to make out a crying man so far beyond terrified and (Click.Four) Mariko's voice too cold and casual for anything besides murder.
Red Oni's eyes burn brighter through the darkness of the black smoke, enough to wash Mariko in hellish red light. There's another scuffle, another thud (Click.Five) and the man shrieks like prey, like he can feel death washing over him and Click. Six. The audio clears and there is nothing but sobbing and Matthew Murdock's voice almost too far away to hear, screaming 'Mari! Mariko!'.
Looks like death doesn't want you. A cell it is, Lucky.
Mariko flinches and slaps a hand over her mouth, swallowing whatever sound she was going to make with the narrowly suppressed gag. Her shoulder locks and she makes a sound, not unlike the one she made as a child, as she curls in on herself. It hurts...it hurts...
"I know what I'd be without all of you." she croaks, voice thick with Bad Things.