Messenger Box

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If you need to get a hold of Komaeda, here's where you do it.

Messenger birds, action, what have you.

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Originally we needed Elios to create a barrier and be physically present when we stepped onto the surface. Nothing grew. [He holds up his hand, curling his fingers slightly in an intimation of claws. His first in person sight of the apathy poison plays across his mind's eye.]

There were dark shadowy tendrils. More of them than any of us could imagine. I saw them once devour a creature. They had a kind of consciousness and appetite to devour everything.

[His hand falls, quickly flipping pages of his journal. A small sketch of the world dominates the center of the page.]

There was so much apathy that it devoured seas, mountains, the air. The world is slowly recovering but its consciousness has yet to awaken. It's weak. I imagine if, let's say Simpathis were to revive. If she were corrupt....that amount of apathy...

[How could they possibly save the world in time. He circles the gaping hole where a mountain range used to be in a section marked as Piphron's lands. There is little that's marked. They don't have enough data or explored enough for much of the global map to be given details.]

It's best to keep the hopes for a living world and turn them into the fuel by which life will return to this shattered planet. The alternative is...worrying to much about what might not even be a possibility.

[His tone is too light. Because, Komaeda is truly a pessimist and a cynic. He has a feeling that Simpathis isn't wholly gone. Her power still resides on the island. The strange waves of apathy and sympathy.]

Either way, do forgive me for speaking ill of a lady. But I don't like being given the run around with riddles that make little sense.

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[The story's familiar enough given all the reading he has done, but the ominous vibe lent by Komaeda's rendition certainly is not. And while he's never been around for the first appearances of the Arehtei, there's no shortage of stories, mostly of the terrific variety.

That said, Jade perhaps isn't the best person to talk Komaeda out of his pessimism given how there's enough of a logical precedent for them. And he doesn't, simply waving his hand as if to dismiss Komaeda's apology.]

There's no need to apologize. Especially when you're in the presence of someone who thinks likewise.

[What he wouldn't give for a straight answer, really.]

That, and I'd rather brace myself for the worst possible scenario in the unlikely event that it should occur. Better be safe than sorry, yes?

[It's a rhetorical question, one he doesn't wait a response for as he moves on to another point.]

Speaking of hope and turning that into fuel... is it really what this world needs? I would think that a balance is needed to rebuild this world--for however much unwanted the opposite end of the spectrum is.

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You are correct, and despair is outweighing the hope right now.

It isn't Enoshima. Her despair is a constant, but because of that when others despair in greater amounts...you can see the problem. [He waves his hand before returning it to rest on the table.]

Balance is the key. Not that many seem to understand that. Hatred is just as necessary as love. Our want for things makes us seek out those who will appreciate us. But no one wants to consider it that way.

[His sigh is loud, and long.] To want anything is seen as 'wrong' as are other things, like jealousy itself or anger or fear.

All those things are part of life. We wouldn't be half the species we are without the myriad of things we feel.

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I agree.

[He remembers, of course. The unusually warm weather in the height of winter--a small, insignificant sign for some perhaps, but the strangeness of it all in relation to some thoughts that have come to mind regarding the nature of people has brought to light an certain line of thought with regard to recent happenings and people's general nature.]

For shame, or whichever reason they might deem necessary, not many wish to acknowledge that darker side in our hearts. That our mistakes and slips of emotion are part of us as much as our successes and what we purposely project to others. In a way, you can see it's a very human thing in itself, but at the same time, it's such a perspective that gives way to apathy.

[With the way he smiles then, it's a little hard to tell whether he's talking about others or himself, or maybe even a mix of both. On Jade's end, it's something he understands on an intellectual level, but putting things into action certainly always have been a different story.]

Light cannot exist without the dark, after all. And do pardon me for being a little pessimistic about this, but I could only hope that people don't have to learn the hard way that their denial of this could cost them greatly.

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No need to apologize when I share your thoughts. I want to have faith people won't learn the hard way but that would be against my instincts.

[He taps the table with the fingers of his left hand. He'd seen the results when the battles happened. Aiada's shrine yet another.] The people of this world want to bury the past. All except for the Shaarnathians. The researchers seek the truth but records have been altered and songs distorted over time. Theasthai has only one left to give even a hint of what was.

[His homework on the subject included things that need to be known. Sometimes he has nightmares of the sad eyed animals that he had helped put down.]

It is human to want to hide it. I agree with you on that. But that's how people like Enoshima and power struggles begin.

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[Jade takes the time to finish his drink while Komaeda's talking, setting his glass down gently once the other's done.]

So the researchers of this land have an eye out for the truth no matter how troubling it might be? If so, that eases my troubles somehow. That aside, in light of what's been discussed... I have two more requests I'd like to ask of you.

[He gives his glasses a casual push before taking out a certain piece of paper and sliding it towards Komaeda.]

One of your acquaintances--Red, I believe that's how he referred to himself--has given me a list of local researchers that I could get in touch with. Do you have any recommendations as to who I should approach first?

Secondly... could you elaborate on what you mean with regard to Enoshima and power struggles?

[For however much he disliked her that moment, he is still mildly curious about the puzzle and twisted personality that's Junko Enoshima, and perhaps what may have brought her to this state of being.]

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Rebekkah Forsyth. You will need to get a meeting directly with her. She sometimes ignores office pings.

[He flags the waiter down and orders a hot sandwich to give him time to think about how to word things. By the time the man disappears with a flirty wink he ignores, he has a constructed plan.]

Imagine if you could predict everything around you. Joys and new lasted only a few seconds at best. How quickly would you start to seek anything new?

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Thank you. I will keep that in mind.

[Komaeda's order is joined by Jade's request for some grilled salmon, and while that wink felt several times unnecessary, Jade isn't thankfully allowed much time to ponder upon or comment about that by virtue of Komaeda's carefully crafted response.]

Quicker than water dries in a desert, I'd say.

[He says wryly. It's this similarity he's shared with Junko that's made him feel a certain connection with her, after all. And maybe even subconsciously give her a chance despite her rather colorful history in and out of Empatheias.]

I take it she had no one to look up to or anyone to, for the lack of a better word, set her straight?

dr3 spoilers again

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[It takes a moment to sort back over what he remembers. He puts the flirting waiter out of his head. He'll rebuff a second attempt if it happens.]

As far as I know if she did. She killed them. Everyone she ever loved and cared for became sources of despair. Her lover. Her sister. Even her beloved classmates were to be sacrificed.

Despair is unpredictable to her. Like a drug addict in need of a fix she seeks it. [It's how she had wired them. His human hand clenches into a fist, thunder rumbling from far away. When it comes to Enoshima, he can say everything in the world to say he's over her and all she did. But anyone with eyes would know better. There's murder in his eyes and he shuts them. He breathes slowly until the violent urge to find her and throw her from island has passed.]

In short we have a brilliant machine that's seeking the latest high.