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[OPEN] For me, our friendship was a miracle.
WHO: Ryoji Pharos/NPCs, OTA
WHERE: Recollé Woods, Recollé General Hospital
WHEN: 8/24 - 8/27
WHAT: Ryoji's death upon returning to Recollé; he loses all his regains and memories, and after 2 days in the morgue, reincarnates into the form of a 10-year-old boy, Pharos. Pharos will not have any of Ryoji's in-game memories (both events and people), and his memories only encompass Ryoji's AU history up to age 10.
WARNINGS: death
[ It felt as if he were falling forever, the darkness overwhelming, the numbness welcoming, the cold, wet ground Ryoji finds himself on being nothing short of a blessing— mud, bugs, grass that itch his nose, but better than the fire that still singes his clothes, wisps of the dead haunting his vision as he closes his eyes and struggles to open them again.
A canopy of leaves, so thick he can't even see the moon behind it.
But he knows this place, has spent so long hidden out here on his own, and his lips part, silent words that can be read but not heard:
"I'm home." ]
A. 8/24, Recollé Woods, NPCs: civilians, paramedics
[ It's a while before he is found. A muffled shout is heard first, and then a scream pierces the air, from a person— two? three? people just trying to escape the monsters, or perhaps they chased them all the way to the woods, now staring down at where a body lies in a crumpled heap. His clothes are torn, both hands covered with blood, glass embedded into the soles of his shoes, black sludge leaking out from his chest— what once was his chest, now a gaping hole where ribs and heart should be, filling up with the black that wells and pools like old blood.
There is a ring on his finger, glowing like moonlight.
"Call an ambulance!" somebody shouts, running forward, stopping, scared to touch. The boy on the ground does not move, but his eyes seek faces, desperate and unseeing. "Hurry!"
Desperate.
An ambulance is called, a helicopter, but the hospital is far and the streets are in turmoil. ]
B. 8/24, Recollé General Hospital, NPCs: physician, nurse
[ The boy should have been pronounced dead upon arrival.
Pulse: 0
BP: 00/00
RR: 0
O2 sat: 0%
There is no heart, but a flat line would not have been unexpected with the state of his body, half gone, still falling apart. The only thing that keeps him in a hospital bed is the black miasma that fills that gaping hole, that moves uncontained like thick smoke, drips to the ground like tar, disappearing when it does and taking a part of him with it. Sometimes, he moves, a finger here, a furrow of the brow there, but they're weak, few and far— increasingly further— in between; he's not dead, but he's dying, fast.
A phone found in his pocket identifies him as Ryoji Mochizuki, and that is the name that can be given to a nurse to find his room, but only for an hour or two before the last of his will gives, and he is moved to the morgue. ]
C. 8/25 - 8/26, Crimson Crest Apartments, NPCs: neighbors, cat
(inbox messages will fail to send; to be queued until 8/27)
> search for user Ryoji Mochizuki
USER DOES NOT EXIST
> search for user Ryoji Mochizuki
USER DOES NOT EXIST
> search for user Ryoji Mochizuki
USER DOES NOT EXIST
[ His apartment is empty, the door ajar and papers scattered about. One of the three pairs of slippers is missing— in her haste, his mother had gone out in them. She hasn't returned. The only sound in the entire apartment is that of a cat, weak cries from somewhere under the futon, hiding whenever somebody enters, and only sticking her nose out if they're somebody she recognizes... or has food. Please feed her. It's been three days. ]
D. 8/27, Recollé General Hospital
> search for user Ryoji Mochizuki
USER IS ONLINE
[ But is nowhere to be found, anywhere around the city. Calls and texts to his phone now go through, and Ryoji's Retrospec account is back online and shows up in his name and picture, but... nothing.
His hospital room has been cleaned out, and there is another boy sitting in it today, around 10 years of age. If you know Ryoji, he looks familiar, wide grey eyes that look up and a ready smile for anybody who walks through the door to visit. He doesn't expect many visitors, a nurse will stop you at the door and say, explaining that the boy was found playing around in the morgue, but must have hit his head because he doesn't remember how he got there.
"I'm not supposed to come back here," he keeps saying. "I don't live here anymore."
Right now, he's simply under observation, but the nurse hopes that visitors would help him remember what happened. In the meanwhile, his only other company are the nurses, and the social worker who's in a tough situation: with his mother having passed from a heart attack three days ago, and his father having passed three years ago, he has no family, no place to live, no possessions to his name aside from a pitch black ring he wears on his finger, fiddling with it when he thinks nobody is looking. ]
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( ooc: I will reply to prompts A, B, and C with the listed NPCs instead of Ryoji, since Ryoji is kind of dead. Replies to prompt D will come from Pharos. For messages to his inbox, there will be no response until the end of the month when some kind soul gets Pharos his own phone, whereupon he'll be able to access Ryoji's Retrospec account and messages.
Pharos' powers include teleportation (he does not like being touched unless it's on his terms, and will teleport away if somebody tries), and intangibility/telepathy (essentially disappearing into thin air and speaking to your character inside their head; this is only one way, meaning he cannot read minds and your character will have to speak out loud for him to hear. I will not do this unless permission is given, so let me know if this is something you'd like to play)
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WHERE: Recollé Woods, Recollé General Hospital
WHEN: 8/24 - 8/27
WHAT: Ryoji's death upon returning to Recollé; he loses all his regains and memories, and after 2 days in the morgue, reincarnates into the form of a 10-year-old boy, Pharos. Pharos will not have any of Ryoji's in-game memories (both events and people), and his memories only encompass Ryoji's AU history up to age 10.
WARNINGS: death
[ It felt as if he were falling forever, the darkness overwhelming, the numbness welcoming, the cold, wet ground Ryoji finds himself on being nothing short of a blessing— mud, bugs, grass that itch his nose, but better than the fire that still singes his clothes, wisps of the dead haunting his vision as he closes his eyes and struggles to open them again.
A canopy of leaves, so thick he can't even see the moon behind it.
But he knows this place, has spent so long hidden out here on his own, and his lips part, silent words that can be read but not heard:
"I'm home." ]
A. 8/24, Recollé Woods, NPCs: civilians, paramedics
[ It's a while before he is found. A muffled shout is heard first, and then a scream pierces the air, from a person— two? three? people just trying to escape the monsters, or perhaps they chased them all the way to the woods, now staring down at where a body lies in a crumpled heap. His clothes are torn, both hands covered with blood, glass embedded into the soles of his shoes, black sludge leaking out from his chest— what once was his chest, now a gaping hole where ribs and heart should be, filling up with the black that wells and pools like old blood.
There is a ring on his finger, glowing like moonlight.
"Call an ambulance!" somebody shouts, running forward, stopping, scared to touch. The boy on the ground does not move, but his eyes seek faces, desperate and unseeing. "Hurry!"
Desperate.
An ambulance is called, a helicopter, but the hospital is far and the streets are in turmoil. ]
B. 8/24, Recollé General Hospital, NPCs: physician, nurse
[ The boy should have been pronounced dead upon arrival.
Pulse: 0
BP: 00/00
RR: 0
O2 sat: 0%
There is no heart, but a flat line would not have been unexpected with the state of his body, half gone, still falling apart. The only thing that keeps him in a hospital bed is the black miasma that fills that gaping hole, that moves uncontained like thick smoke, drips to the ground like tar, disappearing when it does and taking a part of him with it. Sometimes, he moves, a finger here, a furrow of the brow there, but they're weak, few and far— increasingly further— in between; he's not dead, but he's dying, fast.
A phone found in his pocket identifies him as Ryoji Mochizuki, and that is the name that can be given to a nurse to find his room, but only for an hour or two before the last of his will gives, and he is moved to the morgue. ]
C. 8/25 - 8/26, Crimson Crest Apartments, NPCs: neighbors, cat
(inbox messages will fail to send; to be queued until 8/27)
> search for user Ryoji Mochizuki
USER DOES NOT EXIST
> search for user Ryoji Mochizuki
USER DOES NOT EXIST
> search for user Ryoji Mochizuki
USER DOES NOT EXIST
[ His apartment is empty, the door ajar and papers scattered about. One of the three pairs of slippers is missing— in her haste, his mother had gone out in them. She hasn't returned. The only sound in the entire apartment is that of a cat, weak cries from somewhere under the futon, hiding whenever somebody enters, and only sticking her nose out if they're somebody she recognizes... or has food. Please feed her. It's been three days. ]
D. 8/27, Recollé General Hospital
> search for user Ryoji Mochizuki
USER IS ONLINE
[ But is nowhere to be found, anywhere around the city. Calls and texts to his phone now go through, and Ryoji's Retrospec account is back online and shows up in his name and picture, but... nothing.
His hospital room has been cleaned out, and there is another boy sitting in it today, around 10 years of age. If you know Ryoji, he looks familiar, wide grey eyes that look up and a ready smile for anybody who walks through the door to visit. He doesn't expect many visitors, a nurse will stop you at the door and say, explaining that the boy was found playing around in the morgue, but must have hit his head because he doesn't remember how he got there.
"I'm not supposed to come back here," he keeps saying. "I don't live here anymore."
Right now, he's simply under observation, but the nurse hopes that visitors would help him remember what happened. In the meanwhile, his only other company are the nurses, and the social worker who's in a tough situation: with his mother having passed from a heart attack three days ago, and his father having passed three years ago, he has no family, no place to live, no possessions to his name aside from a pitch black ring he wears on his finger, fiddling with it when he thinks nobody is looking. ]
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( ooc: I will reply to prompts A, B, and C with the listed NPCs instead of Ryoji, since Ryoji is kind of dead. Replies to prompt D will come from Pharos. For messages to his inbox, there will be no response until the end of the month when some kind soul gets Pharos his own phone, whereupon he'll be able to access Ryoji's Retrospec account and messages.
Pharos' powers include teleportation (he does not like being touched unless it's on his terms, and will teleport away if somebody tries), and intangibility/telepathy (essentially disappearing into thin air and speaking to your character inside their head; this is only one way, meaning he cannot read minds and your character will have to speak out loud for him to hear. I will not do this unless permission is given, so let me know if this is something you'd like to play)
For any questions or wildcard prompts, contact me via PM or at
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Sorry... That's terrible. If someone tried to steal my camera, I'd be— ...I won't let anybody steal it.
[ He takes Yato's hand again so he can drag him across the streets. ]
But the gulls won't bother us today!
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[ Sorry, Pharos. Even Anya can't train him out of swearing completely.
He follows Pharos's lead until they get closer to the shore, where all the boutiques and quaint little restaurants begin to pop up. The gentle roar of the ocean washes over them, back and forth with the traveling waves. ]
So whaddaya wanna do, squirt? When you visit the beach, you gotta have seafood. Ice cream, too. [ He stares around at the shops up and down the beach. ] Or gelato, I guess that works... And you need trunks if you wanna play in the water. You know how to swim?
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...Everything! I want to do everything! I want to find sea stars, and have ice cream, and swim in the water and make sand castles and have a picnic and fly kites...!
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Then let's do everything! The day's still young, and you gotta make up for all the time you spent cooped up in the hospital. Just don't run out of your old pal Yato's sight, okay?
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But Pharos' gratefulness is in his smile, wide and bright as he gives Yato a nod before turning back to the beach, surprised by how hard it is to run in the sand, and impatient enough to simply teleport his way to the shoreline. Here, the wet sand is cold, the water colder, and he runs back from it the first time the waves touch his toes. Two or three more times the waves chase him away, and he returns every time the water recedes again, works up his nerve, and splashes into the water, fully clothed and all.
"Don't run out of your old pal Yato's sight" = "Don't let Pharos out of your sight" because he dunks his head under the water, and doesn't come back up, haha being a Shadow is great because you don't have to breathe. ]
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[ The moment Pharos pops up to the shoreline, Yato trudges through the sand in pursuit even though he could probably just jump the distance. By the time Yato reaches him, Pharos has already disappeared underwater and apparently he wanted to come to the beach so he could immediately drown himself.
Yato panics and splashes in after Pharos, boots and all, and roots around underwater for where the kid just was to try and yank him back up. Why do you hate Yato, Pharos. ]
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He looks slightly distraught, rubbing salt water out of his eyes. ]
...I couldn't see any fish...
[ Ocean water stings, who knew??? He loved the ocean, why did it betray him... ]
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[ What a troublemaker. He kneels in the water and gently pushes Pharos's hands aside so he can try to get a look at his eyes for signs of contaminants. ]
If you wanna look at fish, we can walk out on the pier and see if we get lucky. Together.
[ Emphasis on a certain someone not zipping out ahead. ]
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...Can we get an ice cream too?
[ His primary reason to come to the beach is revealed. ]
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Yeah, sure. You go to the beach, ya gotta have ice cream.
[ He looks around for the nearest ice cream vendor and steers Pharos in that direction. When they get there, a menagerie of flavors ranging from classic to avant garde will be lined up neatly before them, a skittish-looking teen at the shop's helm.
All the ice cream laid out before them seems to cheer Yato up, and he peers through the glass case at all the fun colors with interest before looking back down at Pharos. ]
Pick your poison. The nice lady'll let you sample whatever you want to help make up your mind.
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It's all for show, though, because. You know. ]
Can I try every flavor? And one of each color sample spoons.
[ They're cute and transparent pinks and oranges and yellows. ]
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Oho! That's the kind of audacity only a kid could get away with.
[ He looks up expectantly at the worker, who doesn't seem to have the heart or mettle to refuse. Off she goes then to line up every color of spoon to scoop up every flavor of ice cream. Yato can leave her a little tip before they leave... ]
Just don't expect me to pay for a scoop of every flavor. Any more than three on a cone is a circus act.
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[ And melt everywhere, which is what those little spoonfulls of ice cream are doing while Pharos looks to Yato and tries to argue his case. ]
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[ Not really, but you know. When he notices the little ice cream samples starting to melt, Yato tugs Pharos's hand so that he doesn't drip all over himself. ]
Don't make a mess, or the hospital guys are gonna know what you've been up to. And eat up! We can't keep the lady waiting.
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...I don't want to go back to the hospital.
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Why not?
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[ This Ryoji bastard who'd gone and died and everybody's late thinking he still occupies the patient room. ]
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Then you don't have to go back. You look healthy enough to me.
[ The hospital workers will probably send out for a search, but that won't be his or Pharos's problem until it is. Pharos might get a scolding in the end, but that's about the worst that can happen. ]
But sooner or later, we're gonna have to figure out where you'll be staying, who's gonna take care of you, and all that paperwork. You can only stay with me for so long.