( like nothing ever happened, hm? well, two can play at that game- it's rather the default for aoi, these days. as if nothing happened this night, she links her arm with his once more. )
Mmm. Not sure. Ranran usually makes stuff, but I can probably make sammiches at least. Azusa is gonna let me join in her bakery, so! I'll be learning to cook from her, at least. I'm gonna make all the BEST foods.
[he has to resist the urge to instinctively tug his arms to his chest. he's used to that gesture when he's trying to seem hyped up, but right now he's taking it easy.
deceptively so, since there's that air hanging over this whole conversation...]
Oh, how nice. I was pretty good at making cookies... I'm not sure I'll be able to decorate them as well now, though.
( it's not the first charged conversation she's had as of late- but given that she didn't just try to impale kokichi or something similar, it's also... not.
it's just talking about doing that to akane that's going to suck. )
Well, that-- is up to you. It'd hardly be interesting if I just spilled my guts just like that. So. I'll make us sandwiches. We can dooooo....a question for a question. Little sharing sesh. Sound fun?
....To the point, huh? [He says, shutting the door.] Well. Okay. I'll bite. You're not the only one who's had a few deadly encounters recently. My friends - my classmates...we were all staring down the apocalypse before we got here with a traitor in our midst. I suppose a power that could've solved my problems easily, instantly, could've saved other people....it rubs me the wrong way. It really puts a strain on how much I can trust someone. If they know something like that and refuse to share, what else do they know?
Not to mention - I have a knack to suss out liars. Sans...Sans feels like someone who could lie and not flinch. That worries me.
...Does that make sense? [He strolls over to start on their sandwiches.] My turn~
If it wasn't your blood that day on that outfit, whose was it?
I see. ... I'm sorry. But that makes sense... I don't like secrets either, to be honest. I feel like I'm always left out of them, wondering what I'm missing...
( ... )
It was Akane-kun's blood. He survived, but... he was impaled by a giant centipede. I'd been beneath him at the time, and then I later used part of my clothes to make bandages for him.
Mmm. I like having the most control I can over a situation. Because being a leader is the best thing you can be, if your priority is safety.
[...most of the time]
A giant---yuck. I hate bugs. [he shivers. Eugh, he remembers that time Gonta tried to 'educate him' on 'how great bugs are'...disgusting. He shakes his head.] Mmm. So there's no malice there~
Did you know, gods have terrible tricks? I wouldn't stop trying to flee. So they made me drink something strange and everything in my head and heart felt... twisted.
Of course they didn't, that'd make them liable. Situations like that are...very honed in on exacts. Did I tell her to do that? If the answer can be interpreted as 'no' in any way, they'll gun for it. They'll take every opportunity they can to make you assume you have every reason to be guilty...
And drill that in. Over and over. Because that's how disgusting people work.
Of course, that's humans. That's humans who could be held culpable. Deities...never dealt with those.
I can understand that. There's nothing that can take that pain away. Nothing short of lots of therapy, if you're lucky, and even then...coping isn't easy. Not words nor actions can erase trauma. [He sighs softly.] All you can do is fight through it. Assert that you know who you are, and no matter what happened, no one controls you but you.
From now on, in particular.
...You can feel free to ask me something, too. I know we're focusing in on you all of the sudden.
...Rantaro and I are what our world called 'Ultimates'. In the nation of Japan, certain children with remarkable amounts of talent were sought out to become what are known as 'Ultimates'. It's like it sounds: the best anyone is at what they do. Ultimate Artist, Ultimate Tennis Pro, Ultimate Astronaut, Ultimate Detective....my talent was Ultimate Supreme Leader. I didn't get to choose my title, or I probably would've selected something less...intimidating. But still. They gave that to me since I was capable of swaying others to my side. Making organizations, making plans, enacting them. A leader. As for Rantaro, he always claimed he couldn't remember his talent. So you'd have to ask him.
Anyway, within this group of elites, there was a girl who was inhuman in nature. Her name was Junko Enoshima. She loved the concept of despair more than anything - she had no desire for any positive emotions. She had success to the point where success was boring, and so only the greatest failure, the greatest despair could entertain her. So she threw the whole world into annihilation. She gathered a group of Ultimates, brainwashed them...and turned them into a terrorist sect known as Ultimate Despair.
Eventually this led to a worldwide war. My class was the last of the Ultimates remaining not brainwashed or killed, because a dead Ultimate was better than a despairing Ultimate, and risks weren't something people were willing to take anymore.
....So we were locked in an academy. Kept away from the world that wanted us as mass-murderers or dead. Me...and 15 others. It probably sounds unrealistic, but you've seen some pretty weird stuff so you're going to have to trust me when I say that that is the truth.
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It's late. So. How about we start heading home, mmm?
I gotchu with me.
[He says, calmly and almost cheerfully. He's back to that mask. Like nothing ever happened.]
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Of course.
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[He gets to his feet, making sure she stays steady, and starts heading out.]
Guess Ranran will catch up with us later. Everything else go okay for you at the meeting?
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it's cold here. but her lungs take in the cold with a sting and it makes her feel alive. )
Alright. What will we be doing for lunch?
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[he has to resist the urge to instinctively tug his arms to his chest. he's used to that gesture when he's trying to seem hyped up, but right now he's taking it easy.
deceptively so, since there's that air hanging over this whole conversation...]
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( it's not the first charged conversation she's had as of late- but given that she didn't just try to impale kokichi or something similar, it's also... not.
it's just talking about doing that to akane that's going to suck. )
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[Of course...]
...Or about anything, I guess.
[alright, he'll be the one to let onto it.]
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( and she'd like to cross the threshold of their home at least, first, anyways. )
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( ^^ )
I'm sure I'll think of something by the time we reach the door.
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[meaning that she's smart, and he's very aware of it.]
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( but she'll have to think about what to ask first for the rest of the walk. )
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Ladies first.
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( she's going to hobble her way over to the little window seat beside the kitchen. it seems convenient for what's about to happen. )
Why did you respond to the skeleton man the way you did?
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Not to mention - I have a knack to suss out liars. Sans...Sans feels like someone who could lie and not flinch. That worries me.
...Does that make sense? [He strolls over to start on their sandwiches.] My turn~
If it wasn't your blood that day on that outfit, whose was it?
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It was Akane-kun's blood. He survived, but... he was impaled by a giant centipede. I'd been beneath him at the time, and then I later used part of my clothes to make bandages for him.
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[...most of the time]
A giant---yuck. I hate bugs. [he shivers. Eugh, he remembers that time Gonta tried to 'educate him' on 'how great bugs are'...disgusting. He shakes his head.] Mmm. So there's no malice there~
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Did you know, gods have terrible tricks? I wouldn't stop trying to flee. So they made me drink something strange and everything in my head and heart felt... twisted.
( her voice is quiet. )
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They drugged you.
[He pauses in making the sandwiches.]
I know, magic, blah blah, whatever--they drugged you.
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And drill that in. Over and over. Because that's how disgusting people work.
Of course, that's humans. That's humans who could be held culpable. Deities...never dealt with those.
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... I still feel terrible about it. I'm not sure I'll ever stop. It's only because Akane-kun isn't human anymore himself that he survived.
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From now on, in particular.
...You can feel free to ask me something, too. I know we're focusing in on you all of the sudden.
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( but she's absolutely taking the opportunity to move on. )
Why was your world facing an apocalypse?
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...Rantaro and I are what our world called 'Ultimates'. In the nation of Japan, certain children with remarkable amounts of talent were sought out to become what are known as 'Ultimates'. It's like it sounds: the best anyone is at what they do. Ultimate Artist, Ultimate Tennis Pro, Ultimate Astronaut, Ultimate Detective....my talent was Ultimate Supreme Leader. I didn't get to choose my title, or I probably would've selected something less...intimidating. But still. They gave that to me since I was capable of swaying others to my side. Making organizations, making plans, enacting them. A leader. As for Rantaro, he always claimed he couldn't remember his talent. So you'd have to ask him.
Anyway, within this group of elites, there was a girl who was inhuman in nature. Her name was Junko Enoshima. She loved the concept of despair more than anything - she had no desire for any positive emotions. She had success to the point where success was boring, and so only the greatest failure, the greatest despair could entertain her. So she threw the whole world into annihilation. She gathered a group of Ultimates, brainwashed them...and turned them into a terrorist sect known as Ultimate Despair.
Eventually this led to a worldwide war. My class was the last of the Ultimates remaining not brainwashed or killed, because a dead Ultimate was better than a despairing Ultimate, and risks weren't something people were willing to take anymore.
....So we were locked in an academy. Kept away from the world that wanted us as mass-murderers or dead. Me...and 15 others. It probably sounds unrealistic, but you've seen some pretty weird stuff so you're going to have to trust me when I say that that is the truth.
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