[IT'S SAID VERY WRYLY. . . also he flops back onto the beanbag, hands folded on his lap]
When we entered the cabin we were shown the mansion all three of us came from. It was covered in the blood and gore of every previous murder that had occurred there in our last game.
And there were three people waiting for us. One individual from our home worlds that each of us knew.
[Hm. Considering Akira wears a lot of his emotions right out on his sleeve, that little burst of tension is noticed and filed away.]
Was he a friend of yours?
You're pretty quick. I don't think you'd just let your guard down for just anyone, especially not in a situation like that. [Evil house + dead bodies = bad time.]
[Ah, yeah, he gets that. "Guy is friends with Asch" is only correct if you replace the word "friend" with the sound of barbed wire dragging across a chalkboard and then made that into a Feeling. Even he is not sure what that is anymore. But Akira can think they are friends, that's fine.]
Is this another "you put up with way too much" scenario? Cause I could definitely see it.
What did you end up doing? Did that ghost of your friend try to get the better of you?
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[It's half aggravated, half wry, the blonde taking a moment to shoot Akira a deadpan look before his features soften.
...]
I figured you wouldn't, Akira. You seem like the kind of guy that puts up with way more than he should for others.
But that doesn't change what I said.
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[another breath]
And don't worry. If I am the one who's picked tomorrow, I'll give it my all.
[. . .]
[even if it feels like he shouldn't]
this thread continues to not age well
[He'll cross his arms tight, lips quirking up at the corners slightly.]
You gave me enough of a workout when we were just sparring. So I'll know if you're not putting up a fight.
THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS IN BACKTAG HELL
[a tiny little huff as he gestures to the bandages that still cover his injured eye]
I don't know if I could live up to those expectations like this, but all I can do is try. Right?
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[Good kid. Now if he can follow up on that, that's what really counts in Guy's eyes.
A beat, before his eyes flick to the bandages.]
What in the world happened with you, anyway? Some of you got stuck on Friday, right?
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Dazai, Chuuya and I broke into the arts and crafts cabin on Thursday. We got locked in after curfew.
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He'll take a moment to lower himself a seat on the floor near the bars with a firm exhale, gesturing tiwards one of the beanbags behind Akira.]
I'll take it you didn't just get that wound from a run in with a stray paintbrush.
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[IT'S SAID VERY WRYLY. . . also he flops back onto the beanbag, hands folded on his lap]
When we entered the cabin we were shown the mansion all three of us came from. It was covered in the blood and gore of every previous murder that had occurred there in our last game.
And there were three people waiting for us. One individual from our home worlds that each of us knew.
[take an OOC guess as to who Akira's was]
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...From your home worlds? So not someone from the mansion itself?
Were they aware of what was going on?
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I'm pretty sure they were just more residuals. Remnants from our memories. Echoes of the real thing, and nothing more.
[. . .]
We had to fight them.
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Could I ask who it was?
[Akira's never talked about anyone outside his girlfriend and the one girl he had been distraught about on the screen.]
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[he says the name easily, but funnily enough his entire body seems to stiffen when he does so. haha. it's fine]
He was with me at the mansion too, but I knew him from home first.
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Was he a friend of yours?
You're pretty quick. I don't think you'd just let your guard down for just anyone, especially not in a situation like that. [Evil house + dead bodies = bad time.]
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[facebook complicated. but Guy is friends with Asch, so. . . he should get it]
But I consider him a friend, despite everything he's done.
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Is this another "you put up with way too much" scenario? Cause I could definitely see it.
What did you end up doing? Did that ghost of your friend try to get the better of you?
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[well, that gets an amused mouth twitch from Akira]
And they did. [. . .] I-- hesitated. He took his opening.
[. . .]
But in the end, I won.