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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.]
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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.]