I mean it, though, if that's an option—I don't wanna offend the girls. [ offending the guys is fine though? ] I know Katie is pretty particular about cleaning, so...
[ i had set up a tag bomb during trial and forgot to hit post comment before it began ]
Well, if it was only for you, we could get you a couple of different things-- soap, shampoo, deodorant, etc. If it's for everyone, since that's a bigger order, it won't be that many options.
[ THEY ARE AWARE THAT'S NOT WHAT HE IS OBJECTING TO. ]
...Say, why grant lil' requests like this when we're supposed to be getting sacrificed? Is it the same kinda logic as, like, treating someone on death row to their final meal?
No, no, we can keep it! If for nothing else, then to save Pickles's nose from havin' to smell our funk!
[ PLEASE... he rubs the back of his neck, though. ]
... I remember you mentioning that, back when you guys first showed up. You said you don't want to see any more bloodshed, right? So... what's up with working for the death cult?
It's complicated. We all joined for our own reasons, but none of us were particularly signing up for human sacrifices, basically. This organization didn't really... have that sort of vibe, surprisingly enough.
But then over time it changed, and people switched to wanting to use blood in order to get their goals accomplished. And you can't really just waltz out and leave once you're in, so we were kind of just stuck.
[ whenever he wakes up on friday, ichiban will be bandaged up thoroughly and set on a cot. nehan is nearby, mixing some sort of medication, but he'll glance over as he stirs. ]
[ ichiban slowly comes to, blinking a few times to clear the sleep from his eyes. it takes a second for his eyes to focus and recognize nehan amidst the haziness fogging his brain. ]
Huh? What...happened? Where's Pickles...and the girl...
[ he trails off before his eyes go wide and he frantically attempts to push himself up— ]
Sacchan—!
[ but that's when he's hit with the realization that he's down a limb. he ends up pushing with only his right, teetering himself off balance and rather unceremoniously flopping back onto the cot. ]
[ thanks, buddy. as ichiban speaks, he keeps his hand pressed against his face, like he's trying to grasp at the fading memories as they slip between his fingers. his words are disjointed, the descriptions sounding more like a dream than reality. ]
Me and Pickles went to the school. We felt compelled to explore the place, like we knew there was something we needed to find in there. Something started stalking us, then we found a bunch of dead bodies in the classrooms—Nonny, I think Tomi was there, and some people we recognized from home...
... Then we found a music room that had an overwhelming smell of roses. There were two people there—a girl that Pickles knew, and... one I knew. The younger one lost her arm, somehow, and Sacchan had it... then that fucking terror mouth thing chomped the girl, then got my arm, and me and Pickles beat the everloving shit out of it... and we passed out.
You're safe now, for what it's worth. Almost everyone else got into trouble while you were out, and they're stable too.
[ the glass vials clink together, but he uncorks one and offers it to him to drink. ]
Painkillers. It's going to hurt in ways I doubt you're prepared for. [ not just the immediate injury, but the phantom pains that come with it. ] You'll need to take something to prevent infection, too.
What, you can't just magic me better? Man, being dead sucks.
[ it's a wry jab back, though ichiban does actually know how to purposely give someone shit. but he reaches out for the vial regardless, and regards it with a curious eye. he doesn't down it just yet, just sits there with it in his hand as the reality starts to really set in. ]
[ cool because ichiban might have punched him for suggesting that ]
Heh. Probably not as bad as the slop they used to serve when I was in the slammer, even if that's not saying much. [ he lifts the vial like he would a shotglass toward nehan in a mock toast. ] Cheers.
[ down the hatch it goes! ... though, yeah, there's the oof. ]
he manages not to look amused as he pulls out a small piece of candy from his holster as well to hand over to him. ]
I was carrying this for Karma, but I'll restock. [ he figures kids need candy, but maybe everyone does. ] You're not really the hardened criminal type I see in prisons.
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week 0, thursday
Pestilence follows after. ]
Hiyaaaa! Good to see you again.
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[ he waves it off!! fuckin bird!! hi pesto :/ ]
Why's your bird such an asshole?
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[ Tsun bird.
(The bird is just an asshole.) ]
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[ smh... anyway. ]
Either way, thanks for taking the time to chat. [ he pauses, looking around... ] Is there anywhere here you usually hang out?
[ where are we, pestomod. ]
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[ Hmmmm. ]
It kind of smells over here.
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[ IS THERE SUPPOSED TO BE A SMELL HERE. OR IS PESTILENCE ASSIGNING ICHI STINKY ]
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Yeah.
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... Can I request some deodorant, then?
[ he's self-conscious now... ]
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No, no, you're fine! I'm just... not a fan of messes.
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What about a small set of general hygiene stuff?
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How small are we talking? Like, just enough for one person, or enough to ration out between all of us?
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[ of course you would you protag-coded fuck ]
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In that case, it wouldn't be a whole set of things.
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—Hey! What's that supposed to mean?
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Well, if it was only for you, we could get you a couple of different things-- soap, shampoo, deodorant, etc. If it's for everyone, since that's a bigger order, it won't be that many options.
[ THEY ARE AWARE THAT'S NOT WHAT HE IS OBJECTING TO. ]
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. . .
What about one of those 3-in-1 shampoo/conditioner/body wash combos?
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the slowest of nods. ]
That's fine.
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...Say, why grant lil' requests like this when we're supposed to be getting sacrificed? Is it the same kinda logic as, like, treating someone on death row to their final meal?
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[ there is a long pause. ]
I can take the request back if it's more comfortable though!
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[ PLEASE... he rubs the back of his neck, though. ]
... I remember you mentioning that, back when you guys first showed up. You said you don't want to see any more bloodshed, right? So... what's up with working for the death cult?
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But then over time it changed, and people switched to wanting to use blood in order to get their goals accomplished. And you can't really just waltz out and leave once you're in, so we were kind of just stuck.
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But it was more... structured? Organized? I assume just the closer they got to actual go time, everyone got impatient.
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[ . . . ]
Anything we can do to help you guys out? You know—I scratch your back, you scratch mine.
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[ they think about it. ]
As long as you don't send me messages of penis pictures, I'm fine.
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I was mainly just annoyed since they didn't know if they were sending that to someone it's appropriate to, you know?
week 3 friday
...You made it. [ congrats. ]
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Huh? What...happened? Where's Pickles...and the girl...
[ he trails off before his eyes go wide and he frantically attempts to push himself up— ]
Sacchan—!
[ but that's when he's hit with the realization that he's down a limb. he ends up pushing with only his right, teetering himself off balance and rather unceremoniously flopping back onto the cot. ]
...Ow. Fuck. Right.
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Enough. You're going to reopen your wound.
[ buddy your entire none arm ]
...Pickles is okay.
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...The other two weren't real, were they?
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Seeing as how I have no idea what you mean, probably, yes.
[ blunt, but his voice is calm and soft. ]
What happened?
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Me and Pickles went to the school. We felt compelled to explore the place, like we knew there was something we needed to find in there. Something started stalking us, then we found a bunch of dead bodies in the classrooms—Nonny, I think Tomi was there, and some people we recognized from home...
... Then we found a music room that had an overwhelming smell of roses. There were two people there—a girl that Pickles knew, and... one I knew. The younger one lost her arm, somehow, and Sacchan had it... then that fucking terror mouth thing chomped the girl, then got my arm, and me and Pickles beat the everloving shit out of it... and we passed out.
[ . . . ]
God, what the hell did I just say?
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Don't worry. Everyone sounds insane when they come back from these things. I'm fairly sure you don't have a concussion.
[ that last bit is said dryly, like a joke, if he had a sense of humor. he rummages through the holster on his thigh through some vials. ]
I'm sure it was to cause you psychological duress. Seemed like it worked.
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[ he finally lifts his head back up to squint at whatever nehan is looking for. ]
...What're those for?
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[ the glass vials clink together, but he uncorks one and offers it to him to drink. ]
Painkillers. It's going to hurt in ways I doubt you're prepared for. [ not just the immediate injury, but the phantom pains that come with it. ] You'll need to take something to prevent infection, too.
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[ it's a wry jab back, though ichiban does actually know how to purposely give someone shit. but he reaches out for the vial regardless, and regards it with a curious eye. he doesn't down it just yet, just sits there with it in his hand as the reality starts to really set in. ]
...Thanks. Is it gonna taste like shit?
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Good to see you haven't lost your sense of humor with your limbs. [ ... ] It's bitter, if I recall. Sorry.
[ sorry in general, frankly. ]
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Heh. Probably not as bad as the slop they used to serve when I was in the slammer, even if that's not saying much. [ he lifts the vial like he would a shotglass toward nehan in a mock toast. ] Cheers.
[ down the hatch it goes! ... though, yeah, there's the oof. ]
Ugh—you got anything to chase it with? Bleghhh.
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he manages not to look amused as he pulls out a small piece of candy from his holster as well to hand over to him. ]
I was carrying this for Karma, but I'll restock. [ he figures kids need candy, but maybe everyone does. ] You're not really the hardened criminal type I see in prisons.
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Anyone ever tell ya that looks can be deceiving, Han-chan? I mean, hell, you must've seen what I did to Lucas last week.
[ ...he pops the candy into his mouth and looks away. ]
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Sure.
[ he sounds unfazed. it's not like ichiban tortured or killed him. ]
That's revenge though. It's always ugly. Nicest person in the world can get nasty when it comes to getting even.
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I dunno if I'd call it revenge. [ ... ] At least, it wasn't revenge for me.
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[ the one who is dead now oopsie ]
week 4, tuesday
Oh, hey.
[ please don't ask about the underwear I am so tired of underwear ]
I NEVER GOT THIS NOTIFFF
[
...he tries to poke the pestogram. ]
Whoa, it's just like Star Wars... nice to see ya again, though, Pesto.
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the thoughtshare does not seem to make them feel any better. his hand passes through the pestogram. ]
What's a star war?