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castle_whims2022-08-27 05:07 pm
cellpreservation) wrote in castle_whims2022-08-27 05:07 pm
Post-Trial I Afterparty
[They're down two of their number, and who knows how many more will follow, but for tonight at least... They have a chance to rest.
The school has already been cleaned, leaving no signs of the deaths that occurred on this very day, but that's just as well. After looking around to make sure of that much, Yuta marches into the kitchen and, after a bit of looking around, ends up gathering some snacks: boxed crackers and apple slices that aren't perfectly even in cut but look, he's not the chef of his group, he did his best. These he sets out on some plates in the cafeteria before finding his usual seat to lounge in, eating some apple slices off of a smaller plate he grabbed just for himself.
And then, he waits - to see who trickles in, and who doesn't.
Where is your character in the aftermath?]
The school has already been cleaned, leaving no signs of the deaths that occurred on this very day, but that's just as well. After looking around to make sure of that much, Yuta marches into the kitchen and, after a bit of looking around, ends up gathering some snacks: boxed crackers and apple slices that aren't perfectly even in cut but look, he's not the chef of his group, he did his best. These he sets out on some plates in the cafeteria before finding his usual seat to lounge in, eating some apple slices off of a smaller plate he grabbed just for himself.
And then, he waits - to see who trickles in, and who doesn't.
Where is your character in the aftermath?]
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Yasu, in her own humble opinion, is categorically incapable of being "brave." That's simply not a state that Yasu can be in.]
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You tried. All I did was react. You wanted to make things fit together, and... and you were on the right track with the shoes thing.
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[Yasu flinches at the physical contact, but doesn't snatch her hand away. As unused as she is to affection, she still craves it in moments like these.]
Is it... bad that I miss her? Even now?
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[Yasu pauses, painful memory after painful memory driving iron stakes into her heart.]
I just can't stop thinking about, um... how she was the first person to ever dance with me. It was nice. Nicer than anything I've felt before.
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[There's a lot Carrie left unsaid, and she's starting to think she shouldn't have, because now Reika is... gone where she can't hear any of it.]
She looked like a prince. I mean, like they're supposed to, not like she was a boy or something. She looked like someone out of a fairytale who'd save a girl. I didn't know what to think at first, but you two danced, and... hold onto that memory.
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[Yasu grows distant as she dwells in that memory, embellishing it with storybook marginalia and romantic violins before realizing how odd that is and shaking it off.]
...I...
I t- think she was still a hero, in the end. She made an awful choice, b- but... she did it to protect the rest of us.
It wasn't right. Not remotely. But what would we have done if that "Joker" really came to the school?
...I don't know. I hate this. [Yasu curls in on herself.] It's not fair that we h- have to make choices like that. [Yasu knows that it's such a petty and childish complaint, but... like a child, is a child.]