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thenearshore2017-07-20 05:13 pm
tuishou) wrote in thenearshore2017-07-20 05:13 pm
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( Closed ) - a state of confinement or captivity
Who: Junko Enoshima & Neji Hyuuga
When: Morning of August 5
Where: Despair's Peak, The Far Shore
What: Letting Fate Decide This Partnership Might Have Been a Bad Idea. Wherein Neji gets a new god, and Junko gets a shinki.
Warnings: TBA
✖✖ [The futon of the volunteer school's storeroom wasn't comfortable, sure, but Neji was almost certain it wasn't so-- hard. Cold. It's unlike him to be difficult to wake; he's difficult enough in other, equally petty areas of his life that he supposes it's one good trait to help offset the many deplorable ones, but there's something in his head, some half-forming thought of lame anticipation and dread that makes him hold his head low and eyes closed a second longer than needed. But he knows he's now sitting instead of lying on his side and he knows he's no longer somewhere familiar. And despite the rising awareness, the peaking consciousness, he's not... alarmed. Neji opens his eyes, raises his head, and wonders if he should be.
It's a desk. He'd been resting his head on a desk and a breath later, Neji moves to stand- some fluid, solid motion now that any sleepiness has been forced away. There is nothing on him, save for looser-fitting clothing, and he's barefoot. And there are no sounds of. Of school happening around him. So clearly this can't be Hakkai's place (as if there weren't other tells), and Neji's left with confusion for a full
few seconds before his eyes sweep over the damned classroom he's found himself in. There are desks around him (naturally), a podium straight ahead where he figures a teacher would stand to lecture, and behind that is a blackboard. The lights are off, and so while he knows there must be adornments scattered here and there, he can't care to focus on them. Instead, he knows he's being watched (a camera's blinking red light isn't lost to him) and thinks, he doesn't care where he just woke up, he will not stand still like some--
so he moves to where the only door is, makes it as simple a trek as he can, makes it so he's not... hurried, or rushed, or seeming panicked, or-- (is this really how it happens? how someone finds themselves with a new name? there's no formality to it, no--)
Neji doesn't bother to flick on the lights as he exits the room, he just steps into the hallway and he knows he's practically glowering, and this is no state to meet a new god in, and then there's the crashing feeling that this isn't fair and. It's a good thing, then, that he's practiced into smoothing his expression into indifference despite his nerves (or temper) flaring.
He wonders the grounds for a while, actually, without incident. He sticks methodically to the hallways and doesn't care to peer into rooms.
Then he finds one wing entirely barred off (why?) and. Well then.
He kind of hopes the camera nestled in the left corner will catch him searching for the lock.]
When: Morning of August 5
Where: Despair's Peak, The Far Shore
What: Letting Fate Decide This Partnership Might Have Been a Bad Idea. Wherein Neji gets a new god, and Junko gets a shinki.
Warnings: TBA
✖✖ [The futon of the volunteer school's storeroom wasn't comfortable, sure, but Neji was almost certain it wasn't so-- hard. Cold. It's unlike him to be difficult to wake; he's difficult enough in other, equally petty areas of his life that he supposes it's one good trait to help offset the many deplorable ones, but there's something in his head, some half-forming thought of lame anticipation and dread that makes him hold his head low and eyes closed a second longer than needed. But he knows he's now sitting instead of lying on his side and he knows he's no longer somewhere familiar. And despite the rising awareness, the peaking consciousness, he's not... alarmed. Neji opens his eyes, raises his head, and wonders if he should be.
It's a desk. He'd been resting his head on a desk and a breath later, Neji moves to stand- some fluid, solid motion now that any sleepiness has been forced away. There is nothing on him, save for looser-fitting clothing, and he's barefoot. And there are no sounds of. Of school happening around him. So clearly this can't be Hakkai's place (as if there weren't other tells), and Neji's left with confusion for a full
few seconds before his eyes sweep over the damned classroom he's found himself in. There are desks around him (naturally), a podium straight ahead where he figures a teacher would stand to lecture, and behind that is a blackboard. The lights are off, and so while he knows there must be adornments scattered here and there, he can't care to focus on them. Instead, he knows he's being watched (a camera's blinking red light isn't lost to him) and thinks, he doesn't care where he just woke up, he will not stand still like some--
so he moves to where the only door is, makes it as simple a trek as he can, makes it so he's not... hurried, or rushed, or seeming panicked, or-- (is this really how it happens? how someone finds themselves with a new name? there's no formality to it, no--)
Neji doesn't bother to flick on the lights as he exits the room, he just steps into the hallway and he knows he's practically glowering, and this is no state to meet a new god in, and then there's the crashing feeling that this isn't fair and. It's a good thing, then, that he's practiced into smoothing his expression into indifference despite his nerves (or temper) flaring.
He wonders the grounds for a while, actually, without incident. He sticks methodically to the hallways and doesn't care to peer into rooms.
Then he finds one wing entirely barred off (why?) and. Well then.
He kind of hopes the camera nestled in the left corner will catch him searching for the lock.]
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He's quiet. And while his face is calm and his movements are precise, she's spent enough time with truly dangerous people to know that he's a killer and he's upset.
Wonderful. Just like she likes her trained minions. If she can make Sakakura do her bidding with such little effort and turn Kamakura and all of Komaeda's class against Hope's Peak and do it all with a beguiling smile, this man will do just nicely as her shinki.
As she watches, her smile grows and grows. He checks everything. He's very observant. He avoids all of her carefully placed traps as if he knows where she's placed them. But he never tries a door. He only attempts the gate that should lead to the bedrooms in the dormitory and the gate that leads to the second and higher floors.
That is, until he makes his way to the front door and tries to open it.]
Uh uh. No can do, little shinki.
[She projects her voice in the same tone she uses for Monokuma. (Old habits die harder than ninja.) And if he looks, the tv screen in the opposite corner of the camera shows her favorite bear in his chair in the monitoring room.]
I'm guessing you missed the grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreat big machine gun aimed at the door. Do that without my permission and you'll end up with more holes than Swiss cheese!
Oh, that sounds good. I'm so beary hungry for that now.
[Welcome to your new god, Neji.]
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There's a bear being used as a puppet.
Hyuuga Neji isn't about to stoop so low so as to watch the damned show.
He isn't fool enough to ignore it, either, not when he's so obviously at the disadvantage. (This isn't fair.) His gaze turns back to the gun ahead. His throat burns at the thought that, yes, he'd missed something that was now so obvious. There's a dying idea that this was a bluff. But leave it to him to have guns on the brain after a lesson just two days prior-- no, thanks, he won't be taking that risk today. And he hates it. Because he can't see a face and meanwhile he's showcased like some animal. Because he figures the voice behind the bear wants to hear him ask 'May I, Kami-sama?' and it makes his gut turn with an old hate. (Is he named yet? Can he still escape this?)
So of course Neji straightens his back and looks opposite of the bear, and he doesn't let the machine gun slip into his blind spot and] Do you think you're running a prison?
[If he destroys this camera, would the one at the end of the hall still capture his image? Neji counts to four in his head. Attempts to let the distaste of this all fade a little from his tone.] Though I suppose I should thank you for the warning.
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Let the other gods and shinki think she's a nice person who just wants to help people and is sometimes pretty dumb about normal things.
If this idiot is going to replace her useless, fat, stupid and ugly sister, well, she needs to know exactly who she's dealing with. But that doesn't mean she's ready for a face to face just yet.]
Oh, no, that would be pointless. [She's using her normal voice, though she's slightly excited. She can behave.] We're going to be together for a beary long time, after all. I think it's okay that we talk about what that entails.
And then there's the whole name issue, isn't there?
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And not, you know, a god. His god. (No, it isn't fair--)
White eyes rest narrowed, and then he raises a brow in a silent question he doesn't want or expect an answer to. So the gun was a bluff after all? (No, not even he can believe it. But she does play games, and he'll win this somehow.) She's a girl. Ob-viously. Can't be much older than Yuri had been-- and can he please not think about Yuri right now? It's-] We can talk.
[Not about names; he finds himself not wanting a name. There's revulsion and loathing and.
He doesn't even have his throwing stars. Of course he doesn't. He'd lost them with Yuri. He'd been asleep. Neji makes no show to hide his curiosity in regards to the nearest camera again, the girl ignored. He could break it. She can't make him hers (he hates it) without being present.] You don't want to come near me right now, though. [It's not a question, it's not something as stupid as a warning to her.] And I don't want to hear about you if you're comfortable hiding.
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Oh hohohohohoho. You're so cute. You think that you can avoid this fate that you and I share because you simply wish to do so. I'm sorry to say that that's not in the cards for you. You never stood a chance.
Now, Rila-ki, I'm going to talk. You're going to listen. And, if you're good, I'll come out and formally introduce myself. For now, all you need to know is that I am the Goddess Mohini.
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That this was just their fate; and that was that. What a slap in the face.
He'd find another way out of this cage. He wouldn't let the jeering get to him. It would be simple enough.
'Mohini', she says, and he wonders about entering a classroom to his right. Neji's under no delusion that he'd escape her sight and ultimately decides against it. Did this place have no windows at all? Where was the light? 'If he was good', as if he was some dog eagerly waiting for praise or--] That doesn't mean anything to me.
[Not a lie, so a statement he can deliver with a bored inflection. She'd said to listen; he'd said he wouldn't. (And there's a voice in the back of his head saying this won't work out in his favor.) But. Rila-? That's what's going to be branded on him? He snorts, pauses by a door again and. That can't possibly be on him already could i--] You'd do well to first tell me where you have the healing water. [He's blighted you stupid] It would help you.
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Weeeee! Your words are like a +100000 point strike to my base's health! However will I live?!
[And just as shortly as she does that, she switches into a cutesy, childish appearance before the guns embedded beside one of the camera shoots a bullet right between Neji's feet in the hallway.]
I KNOW! TARGET PRACTICE TIME!
Tee hee! Rila-ki-chan, you're so much fun! But if you really want that healing water, maybe you should SHUT UP because the next won't miss. I don't think that even the caged bird can miss a missile.
:)
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[Hats off to the most original question he could ever have thought to bark out. Instinct makes him leap back at the first (and only) ring of gunfire, and not even the reflex of (he hates this) fear is quick enough for him to abandon his spot before the bullet's pierced the ground. Okay. That's not his heart racing because he's got a machine gun trained on him and a mad woman at the controls
the resulting paralyzing second is a horrible moment of regret, nothing more and nothing less (oh, it's so much more) and when Mohini had said to 'shut-up', had she meant--
Neji's eying the gun. Ready. For what? He can't evade it, he can't--
'caged bird'-- whatever that'd meant, it'd hurt, and gods he hopes she can feel the kick off blight. He'll keep the old resent and slow dread to himself. Ha. He--] My name is Neji, not whatever it is you've kept calling me. [...She won't shoot. Not when he's hunched his shoulders and called this Impossible and evened his voice. (Is he really that easy?)]
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[Don't you just love this voice? She doesn't and is quick to add reading glasses to her appearance and to turn her twin tails to a single as she looks at him like one does a specimen of mold. Her voice drops to a bored, nearly dead tone when she speaks next.]
Your name, screwball, is whatever I decide it is. That's how this works. So, let us come to terms. I am the Goddess Mohini, but you may call me Junko, Junko Enoshima. And you will be Rila-ki until you can show you know how to be quiet and listen.
And should you need another demonstration of how a gun works, I would be more than happy to do so in person. Or to demonstrate to you the many uses of table cutlery that I've found.
Understood?
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You are the god I've been assigned to, you'll be responsible for my name, and I exist only to serve you, of course.
[--it's not like that will ever bite him in the ass. Did he understand this arrangement? Yes, for fuck's sake, he'd mulled over it time and again under Ixtab, and countless more times in the moments since he'd woken up in this cage. There's solemn conviction in his words, in his stance.
It's practiced contempt. Of course. (She wouldn't gun him down when she'd just finished saying they'll be chained together-- it'd be a waste of theatrics.) So. So he bows, as properly as he should (funny word), to... the camera. Fine.]
If only you'd say something new, Mohini-sama, your leadership would inspire more confidence. [But--!] I'll remain silent, then.
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Well, some fun.
But, if he wants to try contempt, he'll have to work harder than that if he wants it to affect her. She's had a lot of years with the people in her life trying to put her in her place. None of them have ever been successful.
Mainly because she gives no fucks about other people's opinions.
Why should he be any different? Special?
He's not. He's just her recent target.
Gone is her bored and contemptuous attitude, replaced by her imperious stance, complete with a crown and looking down her nose at him through the screen.]
If you want inspiration, my little shinki, go through the door to your right. [She pushes a button on the remote that he wouldn't have seen before and said door opens, showing the nurse's room of the school.] Enjoy your healing water.
[A small vial is sitting on the lone table in the room resting in the middle.]
I don't want to catch your cooties, after all.
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The magical door swings open and Neji tenses in the second before and during. Can't blame a guy for suspicion.] I've told you my name. Use it.
[...so much for silence, but it's bad enough he's having power so shamelessly flaunted in front of him. He can't bear the nickname, too. So. In through the door he goes. There's a telling sluggishness to him. He doesn't have to rinse the blight off. But taking the vial brings to mind the very rational idea that Neji would rather risk the contents being acid than turning into a--
well, damn.
He has nothing to fight back with. Not right now.
A roll of his eyes for good measure and off he peels his shirt. Purple's an ugly color on pale skin. The blight isn't hideous; can hardly even be 'bad'.] It won't wash everything away. [Most, though. With blind faith, he carefully pours the water down his neck, shoulders.]
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He's seen so much worse from what she knows.]
The fact that you think I care what you want to be called is amusing in and of itself, I have to admit. I've told you what your name is. And if you look in the mirror on the wall, you'll see the proof of that.
[What he doesn't know is what she did to his body while he slept. He'll find out soon.
As if she didn't know exactly what to do with him after seeing that disgusting purple bruise-thing on his chest. And doesn't know exactly how to handle him.]
I know it's not enough. That's the point, Rila-ki-kun~! ♥
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[Kind of dumb. Sue him. He's stubbornly decided he doesn't care to know what his reflection will tell him (so he has been named, she has been feeling his spite); Rila, isn't it? Neji straighten from the... rinse, whatever, and he hates this.
No matter the facade of disinterest, she'll know how unsettled he's suddenly become. There's little to gain by waiting to dry completely, so Neji's quick to throw the loose shirt back on and] You're playing a dangerous game.
[With some low wavering in his voice. Sue him. It's rage, not--
helpless to stop himself, Neji steals a glance at the cabinets lining the walls, at the room around him and it's furnishings. At the mirror.]
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[She covers her face with Monokuma as she laughs so he misses the absolute insane flash in her eyes at the despair and anger she can feel in him. It's so sweet, so lovely, so perfect.
It's almost as good as when she speared Mukuro, but not quite that of Matsuda.]
Dangerous games are the only ones worth playing, Rila-ki. Upupu.
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It didn't exist. Wasn't worth dwelling on. He can't cover it, not in the middle of summer, not unless] Shut-- [She's laughing. Why is she laughing? Yuri had once told him off for telling her what do to but] I don't understand you. You're not helping yourself...
[He really shouldn't make this worse. And Neji had just poured water on himself without even checking for... his phone. Is it... well, no. Well, maybe. He'd been asleep but did that mean it was still where he'd left it? His head is swimming. He's staring at a cabinet next to the mirror, one with vials lined neatly here and there. Since when? Count to four and look up and
he hates that stupid stuffed bear.] I won't get to see you in person today, will I?
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The fact that she knows his back story and has a million different ways to piss him off and draw him short just makes it all so much better.
Monokuma is lowered and she lets him get the full Junko Enoshima experience, Despair eyes and all.]
You're confused. I don't have to help myself. I don't care. You do though. And that's funny. For five seconds.
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He's already done that, though. She's insane.
He's her shinki.] I asked if I'd get to see you or not. [Look at him, sounding like he has any business being interested in her. He can't stand talking to nothing. To television screens and moving cameras. Same difference. He wants to leave. He needs to leave. The rush of a pinprick urge to fidget is pushed away, never to see the light of day... not that it matters. He'll deal. He stays put inside the nurse's office.
It's a hell of a lot more calming than the halls of the school.]
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I know what you asked and unlike you, I'm not deaf and stupid. I really should complain to the people in charge here but I doubt they'd be any help at all.
I guess I'm just stuck with another stupid, boring, useless assistant. Nothing new there.
At least you bathe.
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He likes the new quiet of her, though-- for a given value of 'like', and briefly wonders how long it will last and what he can do to preserve it. Did she want him to ask about her previous assistant?
He frowns. His shoulders tense and he forces them back down. If she was a new god, then-- fine. (It will never be fine.) But if she wasn't... wasn't every god given a shinki? Soulless, if need be. Heavens forbid a god try to navigate this world on their own and] Did you have a shinki before me?
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And while she'd normally be wearing heeled boots, she's left those for the more practical shoes that she'd wear as a student at her former high school. Quiet, plain, sensible.
In fact, the entire school is quiet. Maybe too quiet.
Until the door to the nurse's room opens from the hallway, and there's Junko in all her goddess glory radiance.
No, wait, that's just her. Ha.]
There was a shinki. Then there was you. That's all you need to know, Rila-ki.
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He can kill her, he thinks. He's faster than she is. The surge of hate stills to a resigned resolution and
no, no, he can't just--
give in to panic. He can't kill this goddess. Yet. She won't kill him. (Yet.)
This is the honeymoon phase and he'll milk it for all it's worth.
He really wants to hit her. So he doesn't... move.] I told you that's not my real name. [Like he believes she'll care if only he accentuates.] Mohini-sama. [Congratulations
it's a girl.]