「 悲劇 」

EVENT (requested). | first night | @joohebi​

        she’d heard tell of the albino medusa within the archimedes ward, and tsubomi could barely get her hands to stop shaking as she walked. it felt creepy, to be walking around during this strange weather by herself, but if she found marry, then perhaps the two could at least have someone familiar within this place.

        and just in time for the festivities, too. she almost felt happier from that thought.

        “ah…did i lose count again…?” tsubomi checked her cell phone again, sighing. it was too bad she didn’t have a list of the condos, otherwise she’d be able to find the condo and speak with marry much more easily. that is, if the medusa that was here even WAS marry…

sulking on ones front porch wasn’t exactly a luxury past time you could proudly demonstrate with these large festival crowds, but somehow that didn’t deter the girl from her mourning. how could she be blamed ? with all the death she’s experience throughout the life she remembers, some celebration of remembrance would only serve to bring back bad memories .

but then she... heard it. kido’s voice again -- as if it was near rather than whispering in her soul, brushing past her ears just enough to make the medusa shoot up to her feet &. search for the source.

‘ ... how are you a--alive ? ’

her voice cut through the crowd &. her hand gripped kido’s wrist, pulling her back to the steps of condo 419 in one quick motion. why could she physically do that ? jerk her around , feel the warmth of her skin ? did this strange world’s festival bring back the dead , or ... was she just going mad ?

‘ y---you died, t--that child killed you-- ! how are.... ? ’

@joohebi As a god, Shade had no need to eat, so he strayed from the banquets that took place outside and in other public establishments. Besides, he found the noise of the crowds to be distasteful. And thus he found himself in a quieter tavern. It turned his head when an innocent-looking girl walked in. And ‘girl’ seemed to be right–she was short and had doe eyes. “Aren’t you a little young to be drinking? Or maybe you’re here for another reason, hm?” It was always nice to have a drinking partner–you could easily manipulate the drunk into doing amusing things or learning their secrets–but this person, he thought, would not be one.

the bar visit was not premeditated, but rather the result of needing a drink --- water , in fact --- &. the hope that a building like this could supply such with little hassle or unneeded socialization . 

however, the impression this man gave left an ignorant girl at a loss for both -- frowning with upturned brows at the idea that “drinking” had an age. didn’t human children drink milk when they were born , and don’t they need water to survive ? but if there’s laws against such here, then...

‘ young ... ? i’m almost 180 summers, s--sir. ’

she’ll sheepishly make an approach, just so she can sit a few seats away to rest.

even  with  all  the  caution  she’d  exorcise  ,  some things  slipped  through  the  cracks  --  &.  besides  princesses  or  monsters  ,  it  was  those  who  could  remind  her  of  her  friends  .  this  girl  looks  like  someone  she  knows  &.  talks  like  someone  she  was  told  about  ,  so... !  speaking  up wouldn’t  hurt  ,  right  ?  maybe  they’re  a  friend  of  a  friend  from  her  home  --  such  would  surely  explain  the  familiar  air  !

so  ,  tap  tap  to  the  cyber-girl’s  shoulder  by  an  excited  little  queen  .

why  was  she  here  ?  saeru  had  warned  as  much  --  but  why  here  here  ?  savior’s  respite  --  while  it  was  somewhere  she  shouldn’t  of  chosen  as  refuge  ,  it  was  within  her  home  ward  &.  one  of  the  only  immediate  places  she  could  go  for  peace  .  (  there’s  irony  there  --  a  girl  once  terrified  of  being  alone  now  seeking  solitude  out  actively  to  get  away  from  the  sea  of  people  .  her  friends  were  yet  unrevealed  to  her  aside  from  the  dream  snake  who  tempts  her  down  the  same  path  as  her  grandmother  ,  twisting  her  views  &.  feeding  her  half-truths  about  those  dear  .  )

the  tragedy  in  this  tale  &.  the  grounds  for  this  reaction  of  blood  running  cold  falls  between  she  &.  clearing  eyes  originating  from  the  same  timeline ;  one  where  the  girl  who’d  she  once  recognized  as  a  beloved  big  sister  had  instead  become  something  to  fear  ...  &.  fear  she  most  certainly  did  ,

but  no  matter  how  much  she  may  want  to  run  ,  her  body  stays  in  place  . 

(                                              push  her  , ) a  voice  like  a  snake’s  hiss  in  her  ear ;   (                                        save  yourself . )

ten  feet  away  ,  standing  straight  /  standing  silent  ;  an  attempt  to  walk  forward  ends  in  knees  giving  out  beneath  her  .   though  the  voice  may  insist  reason  ,  her  heart  cannot  accept  such  a  reality  .  instead  ,  she  searches  her  body  for  her  phone  --  fishes  it  from  an  apron  pocket  to  swipe  on  &.  navigate  to  the  messenger  .  if  things  were  to  go  wrong  ,  she’ll  have  the  pre-typed  cry  for  ‘help’  ready  to  send  to  the  wide-eyed  snake  at  a  moment’s  notice  .

...  but  for  now  ,  it’s  lowered  .  though  form  &.  voice  trembles  alike  ,  she  calls  for  ayano’s  attention  .

‘  ayano  ,  i--i’m  sorry... !  c--can  we  talk  ?  i  don’t  want  you  to  hate  me  anymore  !  ’

there’s  a  look  of  awe  from  such  a  meek  girl  --  one  from  afar  ,  but  lingering  too  long  for  comfort  . she  was  trying  to  figure  the  words  to  use  ;  balance  the  pros  &.  cons  of  an  introduction  &.  observe  how  she  interacts  with  this  world  to  conclude  whether  or  whether  not  she  might  express  violence  towards  a  monster  like  herself  .

but  ,  as  with  all  things  ,  curiosity  is  a  terrible  beast  --  once  it’s  claws  sink  in  ,  there’s  no  release  until  satiated  .  at  it’s  boiling  point  ,  from  a  5′1″  woman  ,  rosalina  is  getting  a  tug  on  her  sleeve  from  behind  .  (  just  how  did  she  sneak  up  so  casually  ?  a  bit  worrying  ,  but  it’s  just  one  of  the  young  medusa’s  many  quirks  .  )

:~) whatever do u mean….. u have every reason to trust me……..

hello  everyone  ,  m--my name’s kozakura m--marry &. my  friends  advised  i  join  victim’s  anonymous  because  i  keep  associating  with  franchise  villains  out  of  blind  trust  .

... maybe impatience wasn’t for the best, as just a few steps outside her door led to the eavesdrop of conversations that made her face pale.

this was a celebration to remember the dead ? as a cadaver herself by all senses of the word &. one traumatized by grimm’s many injustices upon her family &. friends , that news alone was enough to make her sit instead at her doorstop &. clutch her head to hide the tears .

she’ll just... wait for saeru, and he’ll cheer her up. he’ll help her not think about mama or otou-san &. okaa-san -- he’ll distract her away from the voice of kido she still swears rings in her ear .

THOUGH HIS LAUGHTER HAD MINIMALLY DIED DOWN IN THE TIME IN BETWEEN REPLIES, THE MESSAGES PINGING UP ON HIS DEVICE AMUSE HIM FURTHER. though it is not into further bursts of howling cackles, so vile in their intention & insincere, but they cause his lids to lower & a sneer to be spat out of his sharpened grin. he’d been comfortably seated on the sofa in his home, lounging against the armrest of it while his legs hung off the other end, ankles all too casually hooked, yet the words had prompted him to sit up slightly somewhat. of course there hadn’t been a rush – where would be the fun in that? saeru was after all, frustratingly patient, namely if he sought out plans for years & years. the hand upon his face drags downward, nails pressing against his lower lip as fangs press against the skin & bite, snickers muffled against his digits.

( how naive of her ; but he expects no less from one who was raised upon such asinine stories of utter fiction, where happy endings were a reality& tragedy ceased to exist! act as she may, he knew her true nature. so skittish & frightened was the monster, but how she played her part on the stage she’d set to garner weak-hearted, bleeding souls’ sympathies was no secret to him. how malicious, how underhanded, how selfish. greed was her worst sin ; she would always ask & ask for far, far too much. & she would pay the price for such wishes & desires. )

[ TEXT : Queen ] Ah, so you seek my company?

( how pathetic. )

[ TEXT : Queen ] If that is what you wish, then consider it granted.

[ TEXT : Queen ] Do be patient, it’s somewhat of a long walk. Feel free to speak to me as much as you wish.

( these words – yes, he’s said similar to that of the old master. never in kindness ; but honey is leaked from the devil’s hands to tempt those into his grasp! false sincerity that will completely cage those foolish enough to trust him, &she is an unlucky soul to do so. )

off goes his phone’s screen for the time being with a simple tap of a button, & he rises off from the sofa. his movements are slow & poised as he turns towards the door to head out : apocalyptic state of isola minded, but not heeded with warning. the color pigmented in the sky does not provoke fear in him at all ; if anything, it comes as a comfort, rouses excitement in the depths of his soul. whatever was upon the horizon was surely a monstrosity, & the frightened screams & despair trickling in the air already from assumptions had been delicious.

SOMEWHERE BETWEEN HIS FIRST TEXT &. THE LAST CAME THE SOUNDS OF FANFARE BEYOND HER WINDOW, coaxing even the most frightened of girls out from under the covers to instead inch closer to that glass for a quick look --- &. as soon as she did, her phone was dropped. just what exactly was she witnessing ?

with her cheek pressed to the glass &. pink hues alight with wonder her mind raced with questions: were these flowers always present ? was this ward always so decorated ? though she’d rarely traversed from the comforts of her home , grandeur to this extent couldn’t simply be ‘overlooked’. the surprise that came was a feeling of elation flooding over , previous fears washed into positive emotions like childish excitement or feline-leveled curiosity that could overwhelm &. drown away the despair that roused her curse . just what was going on out there ? people sound so happy -- it wouldn’t hurt if she joins, right ?

... oh, but... she should probably wait on saeru . something so public with so many faces would be terrifying to confront alone , so once he’s here he could accompany her -- &. fill the poor little queen in on this celebrations purpose too . ( she’ll assume as much , since he comes off as so wise ... )

‘ oh, oopsies... ! sorry mister phone , hope you’re okay .. ! ’  

the little device is retrieved now that she’s realized her blunder &. swiped awake again so her eyes can skim his last messages, thumbs returning to the ready position for an -- albeit late -- reply .

[ TXT : Saeru-kun ] comme quick [ TXT : Saeru-kun ] amazing!!! [ TXT : Saeru-kun ] flowers party? [ TXT : Saeru-kun ] outside [ TXT : Saeru-kun ] should go? or wait and meet [ TXT : Saeru-kun ] actuall lets see together! ok ❤

she’s  watching  out  her  window  with  all-too  apparent  glee  --  what  was  thought  to  be  fear-worthy  was  only  paranoia  at  it’s  finest  ,  so  now  she’ll  sit  &.  wait  for  saeru  to  accompany  her  out  in  the  festivities  .

anxiously  ,  she  awaited  a  reply  -- &.  when  it  came  swift  ,  her  nerves  were  put  to  a  slight  ease  .  (  as  much  as  they  could  be  anyhow  .  ‘friend’  or  not  this  man  was  still  a  new  acquaintance  --  even  with  his  supposed  ties  to  her  family  ,  his  words  couldn’t  offer  the  same  comfort  that  momo or  seto’s  could  .  )

[ TXT : Saeru-kun ] Saru [ TXT : Saeru-kun ] Oh

from  within her  blanket  bunker  she’s  turning  to  instead  lay  on  her  back  with  the  phone  raised  above  her  face  --  dangerous  if  it  was  to  fall  ,  but  she’s  none  the  wiser  to  such  threat  .  as  they  say  ,  a  child  won’t  comprehend  ‘hot’  until  they’re  burned  .