日向ネジ Hyūga Neji (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
tuishou) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
thenearshore2017-07-20 05:13 pm
tuishou) wrote in thenearshore2017-07-20 05:13 pm
Entry tags:
( 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.]
no subject
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~! ♥
no subject
[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.]
no subject
[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.
no subject
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?
no subject
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.
no subject
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.]
no subject
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.
no subject
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?
no subject
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.
no subject
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.]