Komaeda Nagito (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
eyeswideopen) wrote2015-10-14 07:21 pm
eyeswideopen) wrote2015-10-14 07:21 pm
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Messenger Box
If you need to get a hold of Komaeda, here's where you do it.
Messenger birds, action, what have you.
[A chain rattles, and his eyes turn dark. The laugh that haunts the halls of his dreams is enough to stir up the vast well of despair he tries not to think about in the day to day world.
His form doesn't change like it usually does but his dark eyes with thin bands of hope swirling in their depths keep locked to Gengar. He knows if he had been that darker self, he'd have laughed himself. Instead fury coils his chest and black scales of hate start to mar the air.
He hates Enoshima so much and even her laugh still kicks up what messed up his left hand that night in mental spaces. By the time they reach Red, he's back to his usual self. Calm, collected. One would never think he'd exposed a bit of what was behind that to anyone.]
His form doesn't change like it usually does but his dark eyes with thin bands of hope swirling in their depths keep locked to Gengar. He knows if he had been that darker self, he'd have laughed himself. Instead fury coils his chest and black scales of hate start to mar the air.
He hates Enoshima so much and even her laugh still kicks up what messed up his left hand that night in mental spaces. By the time they reach Red, he's back to his usual self. Calm, collected. One would never think he'd exposed a bit of what was behind that to anyone.]
[He's so used to constantly rushing forward that the idea of slowing down seems so... Komaeda slips his fingers out of hers and wraps his arm around her shoulders. He lets himself draw her up against him. Their legs touching as he breathes out.]
My body will be like new, but my mind will still be the Nagito you've known here. Ha, just a bit more intense...probably.
[It's right that he and Hajime both need a rest. He can't change that he's healed now and he wouldn't want to. It's one less burden on their minds.]
Still...living with master for a while is a lot like rehabilitating myself, isn't it? ...But, [He rests his head on top of hers with a sigh.] I miss going to bed at night with you two.
My body will be like new, but my mind will still be the Nagito you've known here. Ha, just a bit more intense...probably.
[It's right that he and Hajime both need a rest. He can't change that he's healed now and he wouldn't want to. It's one less burden on their minds.]
Still...living with master for a while is a lot like rehabilitating myself, isn't it? ...But, [He rests his head on top of hers with a sigh.] I miss going to bed at night with you two.
I know. [ This close, she nuzzles his shoulder gently. ] You'll still be you. Our Nagito. More alive than you have been, like you said. And that's a wonderful thing... I think.
[ One arm wrapped around him, holding him, her food abandoned for now. ] Mm... does your master not allow visitors overnight?
[ One arm wrapped around him, holding him, her food abandoned for now. ] Mm... does your master not allow visitors overnight?
[He doesn't even have to think about it. He knows Mu won't mind.] Master won't mind. His primary concern right now is my health. Mind and body.
[His fingers card through her hair. The bento box still on his lap. He should finish it. It's energy he needs but, he needs this warm feeling too.] If you want to stay tonight, it will be fine.
[His fingers card through her hair. The bento box still on his lap. He should finish it. It's energy he needs but, he needs this warm feeling too.] If you want to stay tonight, it will be fine.
[ She sees him glance at the bento box and picks it up. She takes an onigiri between his chopsticks and lifts it towards his mouth. She wants to relax and enjoy the contact with him. She needs it, too. But he needs to be strong, too. ]
Then you don't have to miss us at all, do you? [ A small smile. ] Did you really think we'd leave you alone? With how much we need each other...
Then you don't have to miss us at all, do you? [ A small smile. ] Did you really think we'd leave you alone? With how much we need each other...
[He'd thought he'd be spending two weeks getting used to the creaks of Mu's house, all by himself. The idea that his partners could be with him too is...
Star shaped white flowers bloom at the edges of the porch, swaying in the sudden breeze. Thin threads of green light whisper through the wind currents. Komaeda's face flushes as he leans down to take the origiri into his mouth. He chews slowly, his flush just getting brighter by the moment.
Give him a minute, he's had a minor overload.]
Star shaped white flowers bloom at the edges of the porch, swaying in the sudden breeze. Thin threads of green light whisper through the wind currents. Komaeda's face flushes as he leans down to take the origiri into his mouth. He chews slowly, his flush just getting brighter by the moment.
Give him a minute, he's had a minor overload.]
[ She has a sense of what those flowers mean -- she's seen them enough times -- and it always makes her smile when they show up. (And blush a little herself too.)
She laughs and takes a bite of her own lunch before feeding him another bite. She could get used to this. Her hand curls around his, gently. ]
She laughs and takes a bite of her own lunch before feeding him another bite. She could get used to this. Her hand curls around his, gently. ]
[ Gengar senses his hope, meaningless to her next to his so refreshing taste of fury (not her particular brand of negativity, but it's certainly a funny emotion), and receiving a rather unasked for plfffftttt of what she keeps to at least the tip of a tongue in the gaps of her teeth than rolling out the entire thing. That wouldn't be very nice.
But the soft chime of a bell as much announces Komaeda's arrival as it does his and Gengar's approach to those who wait, Red upon the shell of a large aquatic blue creature, a whisper of a sing-song tune leaving her mouth as her trainer jumps off. She's got an eye on Komaeda, but more importantly on Gengar when, with her job done, the ghost-type lets Komaeda back onto his feet without warning or preparation, tipping his body so that his feet just find the ground and he can deal with his newfound balance all by himself.
Hey, she could have just plopped him straight onto the ground. And she would have, if she didn't know Red would dislike it.
Lapras's look is more unamused than Red's is, the gengar sinking in the ground and then re-emerging right at her side and grinning her usual grin at her, faint whispers of smoke rolling up off her body and then fading away. Whereas a sense of despair could be felt in the air before, here, strangely enough, like in a bubble unseen surrounding them it's a calmer story, everything far more at ease than it should be. There's a faint glimmer that comes off from Lapras's body, a soft light sparkling in the air after. Even without Komaeda finding his own inner peace, here, this pokémon provides it.
Red walks towards Komaeda with an apologetic expression, clueless as to how he would have taken to that short time with a pokémon like Gengar. ]
Were you okay with her? She can be strange, but she's a good pokémon.
[ Komaeda might just catch Gengar looking overly pleased at that, and Lapras turning her head as she rolls her eyes. ]
But the soft chime of a bell as much announces Komaeda's arrival as it does his and Gengar's approach to those who wait, Red upon the shell of a large aquatic blue creature, a whisper of a sing-song tune leaving her mouth as her trainer jumps off. She's got an eye on Komaeda, but more importantly on Gengar when, with her job done, the ghost-type lets Komaeda back onto his feet without warning or preparation, tipping his body so that his feet just find the ground and he can deal with his newfound balance all by himself.
Hey, she could have just plopped him straight onto the ground. And she would have, if she didn't know Red would dislike it.
Lapras's look is more unamused than Red's is, the gengar sinking in the ground and then re-emerging right at her side and grinning her usual grin at her, faint whispers of smoke rolling up off her body and then fading away. Whereas a sense of despair could be felt in the air before, here, strangely enough, like in a bubble unseen surrounding them it's a calmer story, everything far more at ease than it should be. There's a faint glimmer that comes off from Lapras's body, a soft light sparkling in the air after. Even without Komaeda finding his own inner peace, here, this pokémon provides it.
Red walks towards Komaeda with an apologetic expression, clueless as to how he would have taken to that short time with a pokémon like Gengar. ]
Were you okay with her? She can be strange, but she's a good pokémon.
[ Komaeda might just catch Gengar looking overly pleased at that, and Lapras turning her head as she rolls her eyes. ]
[He doesn't say anything. More flowers bloom, brushing lightly against their shoes. The cracks that had formed before have been repaired and covered by them. Komaeda isn't sure what to say. It's like his face is on fire and anything he might say could ruin this peaceful atomosphere.
If he were a cat he'd be purring by now. As it is, he wonders when he became so easy to make blush. He'll never live it down if Hajime figures it out.]
If he were a cat he'd be purring by now. As it is, he wonders when he became so easy to make blush. He'll never live it down if Hajime figures it out.]
[ It's really more like when.
But she doesn't ask any words of him. She just slowly strokes his hand in hers and keeps feeding them both like that. Enjoying the silence, and the flowers, and him.
When they're done, she places her hand on his warm cheek and leans up to kiss him. It just... kind of seems like the right thing to do. ]
But she doesn't ask any words of him. She just slowly strokes his hand in hers and keeps feeding them both like that. Enjoying the silence, and the flowers, and him.
When they're done, she places her hand on his warm cheek and leans up to kiss him. It just... kind of seems like the right thing to do. ]
[His feet hit solid ground just as he finishes balancing his mind out. Komaeda stumbles forward and stops. Gengar is... His eyes follow her as she moves across the area. What a creepy person. And that's saying something coming from him. He turns to try sensing the despair but there's a calm all around them that reminds him of the eye of a storm.
He pauses,]
She's fine. Ah, but she really likes Enoshima, doesn't she?
[Why had she repeated that laugh? Had she been looking to sample the feverish despair of Servant? He can't figure out her motives anymore than Junko's.]
I'll know for sure if it's her despair if I can get another sense of it. But...don't be alarmed if I look different when I feel it.
He pauses,]
She's fine. Ah, but she really likes Enoshima, doesn't she?
[Why had she repeated that laugh? Had she been looking to sample the feverish despair of Servant? He can't figure out her motives anymore than Junko's.]
I'll know for sure if it's her despair if I can get another sense of it. But...don't be alarmed if I look different when I feel it.
[Her hand is cool on his warm face. But that isn't what draws him in. It's the way she's looking at him. There's so much care in her eyes, he sinks down to meet her halfway.
He was right, these two are bewitching him. The kiss is as gentle and as tender as he could ever make it be. Komaeda closes his hand around the one touching his face with a soft contented sigh.]
He was right, these two are bewitching him. The kiss is as gentle and as tender as he could ever make it be. Komaeda closes his hand around the one touching his face with a soft contented sigh.]
[ He can't not be taken back by that view of Gengar, yet the expression of discomfort that shifts on Red's face isn't entirely one of offence. That would be denying too much of Gengar's nature, which....was what it was.
But he motions, stepping with the look still half of his face when he shakes his head. ] That's fine. It's...over this way.
[ Out of the eye of the storm, and over to where the ruin way. Red hadn't wanted to keep too close of it. ]
Gengar, she's... she's exactly how you'd imagine a ghost type to be if you listened to the stories back home about them. They go anywhere where some big tragedy's occurred, and all this despair Junko left behind is... well, it makes her.......happy.
[ That's. Awkward to confess.
But the despair junkie's emotion (no, not Gengar's, but Junko's) will welcome them like an odour in the air, somehow even killing the smell of the wildlife the closer they got before the sight of wilted life came into view. Only a few leaves still cling to the rotten trees on the farther side high above from where Junko had last been standing, hanging limply and dry and waiting for the right soft breeze to make them flutter down, with the ground more parched of moisture and colour than them.
Red knows not to get too close. He stops, as soon as he feels a laugh not his own attempt to make its way out of his throat, his hand slapping over his mouth for good measure. Gengar hadn't followed him, but the invisible strings between him and his pokémon were as strong as ever.
He really had to work on how loud she came through when negativity was this strong. ]
But he motions, stepping with the look still half of his face when he shakes his head. ] That's fine. It's...over this way.
[ Out of the eye of the storm, and over to where the ruin way. Red hadn't wanted to keep too close of it. ]
Gengar, she's... she's exactly how you'd imagine a ghost type to be if you listened to the stories back home about them. They go anywhere where some big tragedy's occurred, and all this despair Junko left behind is... well, it makes her.......happy.
[ That's. Awkward to confess.
But the despair junkie's emotion (no, not Gengar's, but Junko's) will welcome them like an odour in the air, somehow even killing the smell of the wildlife the closer they got before the sight of wilted life came into view. Only a few leaves still cling to the rotten trees on the farther side high above from where Junko had last been standing, hanging limply and dry and waiting for the right soft breeze to make them flutter down, with the ground more parched of moisture and colour than them.
Red knows not to get too close. He stops, as soon as he feels a laugh not his own attempt to make its way out of his throat, his hand slapping over his mouth for good measure. Gengar hadn't followed him, but the invisible strings between him and his pokémon were as strong as ever.
He really had to work on how loud she came through when negativity was this strong. ]
[ The kiss is slow -- each one of theirs seems to last just a tiny bit longer than their last one. Maybe because it's been a little bit of time since she's done this.
Maybe because she wants him to cherish every moment he's alive, and allow herself a modicum of the same courtesy.
When they break apart, what seems like hours later, her hand still cupping his cheek and their bodies drawn close together, it takes several moments for Nanami to break the spell of looking into his eyes by smiling and whispering to him: ] Is your master okay with this, too?...
Maybe because she wants him to cherish every moment he's alive, and allow herself a modicum of the same courtesy.
When they break apart, what seems like hours later, her hand still cupping his cheek and their bodies drawn close together, it takes several moments for Nanami to break the spell of looking into his eyes by smiling and whispering to him: ] Is your master okay with this, too?...
[It's darkness but, he knows it. Faint images swirl in the fog of his mind as he walks on heedless that Red has already stopped. The world around him inside his head changes to different places, different times like grains of sand falling through an hourglass.
The energy of his spirit answers with the rattle of chains and the implacable sense of death. It's the hopelessness of having no hopes for yourself. Being the unworthy fool who dared to try to reach for the heights. That which brings chaos.
Dark smoke swirls around him, his clothes forming differently. His shoes on the parched earth no longer the boots he wears. A long steel chain winds up his chest and the locks to the steel collar at his throat. Komaeda comes to a stop, no longer a teenage boy but a tall, rail thin man. It lasts only for a few minutes before he sweeps his left hand out and cuts through it.]
This is her. There's no one else that stirs up despair this thickly, or deeply with this undercurrent of glee to it.
The energy of his spirit answers with the rattle of chains and the implacable sense of death. It's the hopelessness of having no hopes for yourself. Being the unworthy fool who dared to try to reach for the heights. That which brings chaos.
Dark smoke swirls around him, his clothes forming differently. His shoes on the parched earth no longer the boots he wears. A long steel chain winds up his chest and the locks to the steel collar at his throat. Komaeda comes to a stop, no longer a teenage boy but a tall, rail thin man. It lasts only for a few minutes before he sweeps his left hand out and cuts through it.]
This is her. There's no one else that stirs up despair this thickly, or deeply with this undercurrent of glee to it.
...Yes, yes he is. [He leans close and at first the urge to kiss her is almost too much. Komaeda rests his forehead against hers, and sets the bento boxes aside. With no fanfare or warning, he pulls her into a tight hug.] I know this might seem ridiculous but even a few days without seeing you was terrible!
[He runs his hands down her back and sits back enough to see her face as he whispers.] I don't think I handle being alone that well anymore.
[He runs his hands down her back and sits back enough to see her face as he whispers.] I don't think I handle being alone that well anymore.
[ Red eyes blink into existence within the branches of one of the untouched trees, keeping a distance like somebody that shouldn't be there. But there was no reason Gengar couldn't quietly watch, to observe the two of them, keeping an eye on them and the state of where they dared to stand.
What a nice location.
The chill in the air isn't even that of her own, but that what was left behind. The cold pricks at Red's skin, his hand lowered to his chin, mouth trying hard not to break into a grin he doesn't want. He doesn't speak a word when the illusion falls over Komaeda's body, his eyes not widening. Yet he recognises it, or recalls when the same had happened to Hinata, black hair like tree roots framing him, unkempt and unnoticed. Uncared for.
It's a relief to see the ease that Komaeda seems takes it away with, and Red can hear a voice he knows when he finally speaks. Without realising it, the hand had dropped from his face down over his chest, fingers screwing into the fabric under a shoulder. ]
... She was laughing the entire time. It was crazy-- the way she laughed was like some kind of joke, but-- in a way, I felt it too. How happy she was to be beyond help.
Can the police point this place back to her? [ Did they have the technology to do identify somebody through emotions? ]
What a nice location.
The chill in the air isn't even that of her own, but that what was left behind. The cold pricks at Red's skin, his hand lowered to his chin, mouth trying hard not to break into a grin he doesn't want. He doesn't speak a word when the illusion falls over Komaeda's body, his eyes not widening. Yet he recognises it, or recalls when the same had happened to Hinata, black hair like tree roots framing him, unkempt and unnoticed. Uncared for.
It's a relief to see the ease that Komaeda seems takes it away with, and Red can hear a voice he knows when he finally speaks. Without realising it, the hand had dropped from his face down over his chest, fingers screwing into the fabric under a shoulder. ]
... She was laughing the entire time. It was crazy-- the way she laughed was like some kind of joke, but-- in a way, I felt it too. How happy she was to be beyond help.
Can the police point this place back to her? [ Did they have the technology to do identify somebody through emotions? ]
[ She gasps with surprise and hugs him back with just as much ferocity, breathing in the scent of him and his hoodie as she always does, her fingers tightly clutching the back of his hoodie. ]
It isn't ridiculous... I missed you so much, too. [ Oh, if she could only hold him close to her all the time, every hour of every day... ] You're not alone. You never have to be. I don't want to be, either. See? I'm wanting things... I'm learning... I want you, Nagito, you and Hajime both.
[ She doesn't let go. Not right now. ] I'm covering for you at the store... but I'll keep a link open as much as I can, and I'll come by every day, and every night if I can. You won't be alone. You never have to be again.
It isn't ridiculous... I missed you so much, too. [ Oh, if she could only hold him close to her all the time, every hour of every day... ] You're not alone. You never have to be. I don't want to be, either. See? I'm wanting things... I'm learning... I want you, Nagito, you and Hajime both.
[ She doesn't let go. Not right now. ] I'm covering for you at the store... but I'll keep a link open as much as I can, and I'll come by every day, and every night if I can. You won't be alone. You never have to be again.
I believe they can. [He circles the place where the trees were, his eyes narrows. He can feel the despair beating upon him but now he's maintaining a balance. It slides off of him like water.]
...ah, her laughing hardly surprises me. She is a bit broken in the head and nothing will fix that. [Except some handy death that he has no desire to give her anymore. He studies the damage the way a bird watches a bug crawl across a branch.]
Likely whoever assisted her here is someone just as messed up. But it won't Hinata or Kamukura. The former is smarter and would never. The later...we'd be seeing holes and apathy damage. That crime scene is sloppy. Neither would be that bad at it. ...and it was too clean. Not a drop of emotion.
And again, [He shakes his head.] he didn't do it.
...ah, her laughing hardly surprises me. She is a bit broken in the head and nothing will fix that. [Except some handy death that he has no desire to give her anymore. He studies the damage the way a bird watches a bug crawl across a branch.]
Likely whoever assisted her here is someone just as messed up. But it won't Hinata or Kamukura. The former is smarter and would never. The later...we'd be seeing holes and apathy damage. That crime scene is sloppy. Neither would be that bad at it. ...and it was too clean. Not a drop of emotion.
And again, [He shakes his head.] he didn't do it.
Thank you. [He'd already told the boss he needed the time away and why. She had seemed relieved he finally knew what a break was. Chiaki's words shoot straight through him right to his heart and find their home there. If he could stay wrapped up in her and Hajime all day.
Well.
Life would be a bit awkward in that case. He kisses her cheek, as something in his chest eases.]
I'm proud of you. Little by little, day by day I'll learn what you want and help make it happen. I want all of us to be safe, and happy.
Well.
Life would be a bit awkward in that case. He kisses her cheek, as something in his chest eases.]
I'm proud of you. Little by little, day by day I'll learn what you want and help make it happen. I want all of us to be safe, and happy.
[ He takes in a deep breath, letting it out before he speaks. ]
She couldn't have been attacked where she tried to pin it on Hinata and make it all the way out here. It has to be a set-up.
[ Which was what Red was ready to believe when he heard about the mess. Whatever history the pair had, he couldn't imagine the story that had gotten out about the crime.
The arm about him falls, coming down to meet his other as he folds them both, still hugigng somewhere around his stomach as his eyes close. ]
...Whoever helped her, I think they must've had some kind of power. I didn't see them...stab her, or anything like that. [ His mouth is tight each time he pauses, creased and uncomfortable. ] I didn't hear a gun either. It was...all she was focused on. The pain. But she wasn't watching what was killing her.
[ And wouldn't that have been worthwhile? ]
She couldn't have been attacked where she tried to pin it on Hinata and make it all the way out here. It has to be a set-up.
[ Which was what Red was ready to believe when he heard about the mess. Whatever history the pair had, he couldn't imagine the story that had gotten out about the crime.
The arm about him falls, coming down to meet his other as he folds them both, still hugigng somewhere around his stomach as his eyes close. ]
...Whoever helped her, I think they must've had some kind of power. I didn't see them...stab her, or anything like that. [ His mouth is tight each time he pauses, creased and uncomfortable. ] I didn't hear a gun either. It was...all she was focused on. The pain. But she wasn't watching what was killing her.
[ And wouldn't that have been worthwhile? ]
[ Her cheeks turn a little pink. ] Mm... it's still just a little bit at a time. [ She still feels like she has a long way to go, like there's still things about herself and how to live that she doesn't understand.
But the offer touches her deeply, and she wraps her arm tighter around him, hugging him. ] Thank you.
[ She leans against him, enjoying the quiet of the deck and his closeness. Eventually she adds softly: ] That's what I want, too.
But the offer touches her deeply, and she wraps her arm tighter around him, hugging him. ] Thank you.
[ She leans against him, enjoying the quiet of the deck and his closeness. Eventually she adds softly: ] That's what I want, too.
With that in mind let's look back over what we know of the crime scene and who is being framed. [Komaeda returns to Red's side and holds up his left arm. In the months and months he's been training with Mu he does have some muscle definition. He turns to face the clearing and swings his left arm as if he had a knife in hand.]
First, all of the blade marks are too low. To get marks that low, Hajime would have had to use a much heavier chopping weapon. Don't you think so? Then marks would be more precise and deeper. A larger weapon would require more upper body strength.
A knife is small, easy to rotate or throw. But there's a mistake there too. Do you know what that is?
First, all of the blade marks are too low. To get marks that low, Hajime would have had to use a much heavier chopping weapon. Don't you think so? Then marks would be more precise and deeper. A larger weapon would require more upper body strength.
A knife is small, easy to rotate or throw. But there's a mistake there too. Do you know what that is?
[ ...Asking him about blades, Komaeda? Red's looking at the outstretched arm, frowning slightly. ]
Um... do you mean with the crime scene? I haven't actually seen it. [ Guess who didn't answer the hum of a call from Junko when it came through. ]
But if the marks are light and it was a smaller weapon... what kind of marks were they anyway? Were they in one spot?
Um... do you mean with the crime scene? I haven't actually seen it. [ Guess who didn't answer the hum of a call from Junko when it came through. ]
But if the marks are light and it was a smaller weapon... what kind of marks were they anyway? Were they in one spot?
As long as work towards that I think we'll be fine! [He rests his chin on top of her head and sighs softly. This is all he ever wanted. It's kind of funny that when he stopped his obsessive crusade and found hope in everything around him that's when he found it.
His luck is such a strange thing. He hides a smile and sits with her. The warmth of her so close and the peace of the moment...he could stay like this forever. His control is so fragile he almost doesn't realize it that they're surrounding in his hopes, and happiness. The flowers have spread across the grass and dragons made of gold light curve about them, heads raised to the sky.]
His luck is such a strange thing. He hides a smile and sits with her. The warmth of her so close and the peace of the moment...he could stay like this forever. His control is so fragile he almost doesn't realize it that they're surrounding in his hopes, and happiness. The flowers have spread across the grass and dragons made of gold light curve about them, heads raised to the sky.]
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