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thecrossinglogs2025-06-13 12:06 am
blindluck) wrote in thecrossinglogs2025-06-13 12:06 am
so if you wash your hands of where you've been until you flood the second floor
WHO: Nagito, OTA
WHAT: Nagito runs into another of those mist hallucinations. He likes this one a lot less.
WHERE: the walkways near the mangroves, where the mist is thickest
WHEN: sometime before the sleepover
WARNINGS potential for mania, general upsetting Nagito behavior, but it's not a guarantee
[Nagito hasn't done much searching here, after the first incident. The thing is, he suspects most people are avoiding the area for similar reasons. That means that if something is going to be missed, it could very well be in amongst the mangroves. Even when it's acting normal, the mist makes it even easier to conceal things. So he's out here again. He's tied a boat to the edge of the walkway, but he's not in it yet. He's picking his way carefully along the walkways, occasionally prodding at the water with a stick long enough to reach the bottom when he thinks something might be worth dredging up. He's doing that, and he's focusing very hard on doing that, and he's not looking at the girl who dogs his steps. Strawberry blond hair and ice blue eyes, with a perfectly tailored outfit of blacks and reds with just enough white to make everything really pop. She's drifting out over the water, so she has to be a hallucination. He isn't looking at her, except he doesn't dare let her entirely out of his sight, either. He swears he can hear her laughing.
His foot knocks up against a rock. He hardly has to think about it; he's reaching down and throwing it at the girl before he really knows he's moved. The rock sails through her head. But she's still there. He spits his words like he thinks she might be able to hear him somehow.]
You're even more pointless like this. Hateful and hopeless.
[He wishes she'd go away.]
WHAT: Nagito runs into another of those mist hallucinations. He likes this one a lot less.
WHERE: the walkways near the mangroves, where the mist is thickest
WHEN: sometime before the sleepover
WARNINGS potential for mania, general upsetting Nagito behavior, but it's not a guarantee
[Nagito hasn't done much searching here, after the first incident. The thing is, he suspects most people are avoiding the area for similar reasons. That means that if something is going to be missed, it could very well be in amongst the mangroves. Even when it's acting normal, the mist makes it even easier to conceal things. So he's out here again. He's tied a boat to the edge of the walkway, but he's not in it yet. He's picking his way carefully along the walkways, occasionally prodding at the water with a stick long enough to reach the bottom when he thinks something might be worth dredging up. He's doing that, and he's focusing very hard on doing that, and he's not looking at the girl who dogs his steps. Strawberry blond hair and ice blue eyes, with a perfectly tailored outfit of blacks and reds with just enough white to make everything really pop. She's drifting out over the water, so she has to be a hallucination. He isn't looking at her, except he doesn't dare let her entirely out of his sight, either. He swears he can hear her laughing.
His foot knocks up against a rock. He hardly has to think about it; he's reaching down and throwing it at the girl before he really knows he's moved. The rock sails through her head. But she's still there. He spits his words like he thinks she might be able to hear him somehow.]
You're even more pointless like this. Hateful and hopeless.
[He wishes she'd go away.]
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[Not real. That's not really Junko. Nagito wraps his arms around himself and doesn't let her out of his sight even so.]
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It would be nice if we got to see more of our loved ones and less of people who are... troublesome.
[Likewise looking at Junko, she wonders what made her so unsympathetic to her fellow people that she considered their suffering her entertainment. Despite having inherited memories of people not unlike her, despots and tyrants, and having felt their disregard and disdain for all living things as if it were her own, she was never able to fully grasp the root of what made them that way.]
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[He says that, but he knows--she could convince someone. But hallucinations don't talk.]
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Has she been on your mind?
[Has he, too, been restlessly ruminating about things he can't change anymore?]
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[He'd been concerned about just the sort of situation he's now in.]
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Were you anticipating that she might appear to you, then? You must've been hoping to avoid it.
[What can she even say to comfort him? Only the measliest consolation comes to mind:]
Now that it's come to pass, at least the anticipation is over.
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[At least to her knowledge, none of them has seen any spectres near the village centre.]