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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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[She forgot she had it until a second ago. Need presses it into his palm, wondering what's going on in there. Seems like a positive. There's something endearing and sad about that surprise.]
You know if you do that I'll just have to give it back again. I don't... need that kind of thing. My heart doesn't rise or fall as much as other peoples' anymore.
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[He hasn't noticed yet--and maybe that has something to do with why--but Junko has vanished.]
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[she just doesn't want to be stuck carrying things.
A horse and a teenager who looks quite a bit like Need have appeared past her shoulder. Shorter than her - young enough he wouldn't have stopped growing - with very different hair, long black hair braided back, and a more serious, sober cast to his features. Like her he's got a chest tattoo with staring eyes over the collarbones, though it's new and the details are slightly different.
They're not sticking around but continuing on into the fog, the boy leaning against the horse with obvious affection, just at the edge of Need's vision. She doesn't turn.]
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Is the chest tattoo a cultural thing? Or familial?
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That's that idiot kid with my horse, right?
[Now she does turn her head but only sees the boy's back and the horse's rump receding into the fog. Need shakes her head. She doesn't seem strongly affected by this - puzzled, a little annoyed.]
Well, it's my horse. She'd bite anyone but me and, apparently, kin.