Ryoji Mochizuki ( 望月 綾時 ) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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bonjour_lobster2017-07-25 12:53 am
cadmiums) wrote in bonjour_lobster2017-07-25 12:53 am
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[ You know, it's not like he doesn't know better than to stay out late on a Thursday night. It's something Ryoji had known ever since the second week, that the pattern would continue, that there would be no stopping it until it's destined end. But this week is just...a little different.
He hasn't eaten since lunch, let alone looked at a clock in hours, because he's determined. The small wooden unicorn needs to be perfect, it was a special occasion after all, her birthday! It's probably his best work yet, sheer motivation (and maybe some of his innate swordsmanship skills), making up for what little experience he had in wood carving until recently.
But it was finally done, and he's sure she'll love it! He'll have to wait a few days to show her, after trial surely, but that's OK. ]
Ahh I should get going...what time is it? [ He stretches with a yawn, looking around the workshop. ]
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[He probably didn't expect an answer, but Sakura steps in to give one anyway. She doesn't seem to be tired, but she's looking over the desk with a frown.]
You've been busy. What is that?
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Hey, Kashima-san. Wow it really is late, but I guess I lost track of time. [ He shifts his focus back to the wooden unicorn. ]
It's a present for my girlfriend, it's her birthday this weekend. Well she thinks it's around this weekend, it's a little hard with dates here, but that's good enough for me.
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[Sakura's moving closer to the table now. Her face is inscrutable, but she's picking up the closest tool almost casually.]
Even though feelings have done nothing but obscure who's killed whom and make everybody suffer in here.
[And then, without warning, she swings the metal caliper at him as soon as she's close enough to try and reach his head.]
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[ If Ryoji Mochizuki was a normal teenage boy, the strike probably would have succeeded instead of going just astray. But he's also the physical manifestation of Death itself, and it's enough to give him just the slightest warning that something is very, very wrong. After all, it's not like Death was unfamiliar with murderous intent, no matter how well it was disguised.
A couple of thoughts flash through his mind, but he buries all of them, he has to survive. He's not going to waste any time on useless words, and the initial shock only lingers on his face for a moment before his demeanor changes to something almost businesslike. He has a couple of options, he could try to fight back or he could just try to escape-- and it doesn't take him too long to settle on the latter. Sure he's not the most agile person here, but he's young enough that he can outrun her, and if he could make it back to his room he could lock himself inside until she gave up or the morning static blared.
He kind of wishes he got into track after all. It's far from graceful, but he's making a run for it, throwing whatever's within reach on the floor to hopefully trip her up, as he half stumbles, half runs to the hallway. ]
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It's not the first time Ryoji's been shot at, in fact Aigis had emptied her entire clip into him on two separate ocassions. But it is the first time he's felt the bullet whiz by him, instead of meeting his repel all shield and falling harmlessly to the ground. If this was weeks ago, the near miss might have been enough to get his adrenaline pumping but nothing more. But now? Now for the first time in his life, he feels afraid.
The feeling is foreign, for however minute it may be compared to a normal level of fear, but it's enough to throw him off. Death shouldn't be afraid, least of all of well...itself, and he goes with instinct instead of the logical choice. Human instinct at that, which makes him duck into the nearest room-- the chapel. ]
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Sakura runs after, taking half of a second to catch her breath. Shoots-- missed, hit one of the pews. She'll try to aim better this time around.]
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He winces when he's hit in the shoulder, but he doesn't shout or yell, at least outwardly. One part of him screams that he's going to die here, he's going to die here and ruin everything, and the other demands to know why he's hesitating. Hesitating just like in his dream. There's no other choices left now, he has to try. He has to try to access that part of himself he's afraid of the most, the part he's decided he's no longer going to be.
The sensation is strange, and for a second he's not here, he's back on the top of Tartatus looking down at Makoto as he fights for his life and the life of the world. He hates this, he hates all of this. But there, if he just...
For as much as his other form is both magical and biological, it seems this place hasn't taken it from him. Except it's all wrong, he needs his sword first-- if he was able to summon his sword he could end this in an instant. He's more familiar with his natural form than his merged one, and as he remembered this week he had merged with Nyx after all. And so his wings come first instead, two pairs of pitch black wings that are entirely too massive for this chapel. They won't do him much good here, he certainly can't fly in such an enclosed space. He needs to buy some time, he needs to concentrate and try again to get his sword, and so he does the only thing he can-- which is flare his wings in some imitation of magarudyne.
If only it was the real spell. ]
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I'll get my answer even if the Risen refuse to give it.
[She fires.]
From your friends.
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No, she was wrong. It was possible for him to disappoint her, and it was all his fault.
It's almost funny. Even when he didn't remember who he was, death was never something that scared him. And after he had recalled the awful truth, death was something he begged for not once, but twice. He had begged Makoto to kill him on the moonlit bridge, and then again when they were alone in his room and it was just the two of them. Dying would be better-- if he died they wouldn't have to suffer as much, they could go in peace as the world ended.
He doesn't want to die now, he doesn't want to die here, he doesn't want to leave her alone, he wants-
The merciful thing is that it's nearly instant, just a second to mumble out a name and not even a second more to voice an apology. ]
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She shakes her head slowly.
The chapel's in disarray. Things are knocked over, he's got blood and ashy residue on the floor. She thinks of the Earth Dragon, and even if the cult is about power, she knows the god is real, she directed him herself. Of the Key, the thing they protected, and how she's felled something just like it herself.
She's going to the sewing room.]