𝔈𝔫𝔢𝔯𝔤𝔢𝔱𝔦𝔠 𝔯𝔬𝔠𝔎𝔢𝔯

   ❝ I don’t captain a goddamn ship.            I pilot a giant robot. ❞

⊰上の岩⊱ "Eh? Ibuki didn't know pirates went to robots!                Does that mean you fly around looting places?"

"Heh… I’m afraid letting you go is not an option. I serve as Enoshima’s tool, you see. I erase those that she grows sick of… those she wishes to see erased." Her eyes reduced to slits, sharp rose quartz contrasting with her eyelashes. "It seems you’re dangerously close to outliving your usefulness to us. If you cannot bring yourself to join, then I’ll have to…  eheh… What will it be, Mioda? The decision is yours to make. You’d best treat it delicately… for no one escapes me in one piece.” 

⊰上の岩⊱ No, no...she didn't want to die yet it was rising with each moment that the kendoka may very well take her life with blade point against her flesh almost another time. Relief hadn't lasted for long and it only served to make her whimper; she couldn't even bring herself to try talking her way out of this with knowing she won't be able to survive if she were to decide to... rid herself of her presence early because of what she had said. She's going to die here, she's going to die if she turned the offer down and even her close friends would not know or care given she's stood against them by not joining. Cold sweat and fear, her usual energetic behavior fading to just wanting safety not to allow herself to die then with tears slowly streaming down her cheeks. Please, not now, she couldn't die this young! She didn't want to die because of her disagreeing. There isn't anything else she can do, the choice was made for her if she so wished to keep her life and to not take it would be suicidal. Her own life is on the line and Enoshima would want for her to make the 'best' decision possible. Join them and keep going on with her existence. A choice had to be made, no matter how afraid she is of what could happen by joining yet she held no other choice. "I... Ibuki... s-she..." Couldn't even talk properly, she was trying to say that she would join, self preservation taking more control over her than the consequences of the choice she's about to make. "..." Join or die, live or fade, she had to do it upon finally forcing herself to clearly state it aloud. "S... s... she'll join! Please, please don't hurt Ibuki, she just wants to live!" A bit longer before she died possibly by her hand so suddenly at least, may her poor heart and soul be in peace after all this.

"…Truthfully, Mioda— I believe I don’t even have to say it aloud that I am not incredibly skilled when it comes to conversation." She sighed, fingertips brushing against the armrest on her wheelchair. Conversation was the only escape she had from her own thoughts, lately. And she couldn’t rise to take her shinai or train anymore. That was all she had done with her life before then, therefore… She felt like an object. Waiting idly to get better. She had been told that interactions with others might help her shape the framework of her true personality. "…However, I will listen, if you need to get something off of your mind."

⊰上の岩⊱ "..." Without purpose, that's what they were, children without purpose now and expected to try overcoming so much after destroying so much. They were alive again, but the price that came was their free thinking returning to the point her poor heart ached in sorrow. Each of them had something that led to their downfall in the end, that price of which came their despair and want for destruction to come unto others as it did themselves. She's worn out from continuously trying to deal with it, her attempt at believing that she'll get better when she hasn't even made progress towards attempting to socialize with her own murderer. They all were hurt in many ways, their actions and everything had been their own end to what they wished and desired for most within themselves. Similarities were obvious in some ways yet maybe not many that there is more to this lonely punk than meets the eye to others who dare not pay attention. She couldn't even keep her former friends, now she only had two of her closest ones remaining and the third one isn't someone she wanted near at any point soon which is more than understandable given what caused the rift between them both. It's a wonder why she didn't just go to Koizumi about this, they were close, but wouldn't she have an easier time? She didn't know that, she just... wanted someone that would listen and could get in some form why she's tired of lying. It worked well whenever she could first move about but now? Now it got the point she grew tired of forcing a smile for everyone when she couldn't feel happy for a single moment yet. She's still only a child like the others were, not a grown girl who could face the world with that smile everlasting as she wished it to be. There's nothing more that she can do except try to go on. "A... arigatou... Peko-chan." Koizumi might... disagree with her choice of friends yet she really didn't care at this point, one friend she'd make slowly is better than nothing, right? That's a good way of figuring it even if she's trying to pull herself together. It's harder than she liked, to just stop crying like a small child long enough to talk again to her. Things weren't suppose to be this way, they never should have ended like this with her finally having to pause for a moment. Her leg acted out again, ivories gnashed together just as she held tightly with her freed hand upon the stitched area. That's going to make her tears worse which would mean they needed to move this elsewhere, another place in private so not to let anyone else catch her in such a mess. She didn't want to leave at this point yet knew they needed to move their conversation somewhere better so she didn't need to let Tsumiki have to stitch close her thigh again after the last time she did this. Or at the very least if it came to that, she'd probably make someone stay in there again for her own safety with how just seeing her could make the punk enter an anxiety attack and cause more damage to her recovering mind. It isn't like she can just wish it all away like it didn't exist anymore, no matter how much she may want that. All this caused by childish whims, desires, and even them wanting to take their pain out on the world. It's why she gave up trying to forget, she can't bring her memories to fade by force and realized she's going to have nightmares for the rest of her existence just as she slowly made herself up right to wave for the kendoka to follow her. Probably to her home for the time being, she didn't want to be on bed rest again whenever the price of it would be her thinking about things she didn't need to have fueling her insomnia and guilt over what they did for a cult leader that threw them away too. "... Ibuki doesn't even... think she cared about us either..." The cult leader herself, Enoshima Junko that is this time, maybe talking about that would help a little anyways.

"I would… understand, if you aren’t ready to face her." She mentioned somberly, knowing well that she had been found guilty of murder herself. No less, someone who had been classified as one of Mioda’s close friends when they were in school. Peko wasn’t ready to face Koizumi— and she was certain that Koizumi wouldn’t want to see her quite yet either. That and any triggers of her own death sent her into something of a panic. Not only was her execution painfully damaging— but it had toyed with her mentally as well. Being used as a puppet, hurting the one person she had sworn to protect… “There are… not very many people who can face death and reawaken as we have. It’s… traumatizing.”

⊰上の岩⊱ "... she got Hiyori-chan too..." Which wouldn't be surprising if the maihime decided to avoid her too, then again she did have some form of development before they died too. So vulnerable, she looked about like she had before when things were crashing down upon her. She still had yet to really overcome her dark corners and it wasn't as easy as she would have liked to face them. One could do better yet the other didn't know what she's doing, what she can do to go forward with her facade dropped to the point of showing just a little on how her mental state could be. There's much to deal with, much to over come with magenta hues settling upon her feet. About ready to move only to suddenly wince, pain shot throughout her system most likely off her leg again. Ow... that may be a sign to sit down soon; using that crutch won't be of any help if she tore them open again like last time. Being alone with Tsumiki always triggered her, made her panic, made her just want to leave because she didn't want to be anywhere near her. She nearly would react so violently when she got close enough to her with needle and thread or whatever is needed during the visit to make sure she had a clean bill of health. A moment she didn't need to remember either, hands clenching tightly around her throat, a smile on the face of her murderer as she said they would be joining Enoshima and she was going to make sure they all died together too. Her screams weren't unnoticed nor the crime which had all been... wrong place at the wrong time for poor Saionji. She can't help herself other than to want the thought to stop, stop coming back and stop returning with each vivid part of it causing the punk rocker to hold tighter upon the crutch. Tears were almost falling, because she didn't want this, she never wanted to die in a sense or to even let things get this far along. Happiness and smiling, she wanted that, to truly be happy not watch as the world burned because of her mistakes made. Some part of her called herself a fool; for not wanting to see it happen and not wanting to watch it happen again, it knew she still held in her heart resentment and self loathing more than anything. Something that she can't stop either, even if she wanted to just smile again over nothing. So yeah, it hurt, yeah it made her cry, and... oh she couldn't keep lying to herself either that she needed to forget. Memories would haunt them forever in vivid detail, that's why she cried at this point from anguish and just not understanding why this had to be them. She missed her home, parents, how her life was before they made this stupid mistake of joining a cult leader in her desire of conquest. It hurt since they were used as a means to an end also, weren't they? She only wanted to turn them each into a copy of her, disregarding their arguments and everything, they were only tools to her more than anything. Objects meant to be thrown away, that's what made her cry, made her drop her guard just for now to be vulnerable for a small time. Why would she not? She thought that she found a place to fit in at only for that to be a lie too and it's all simply crashing down upon the punk more than anything she'd like. Not that she would voice it, she didn't need to burden others when she's suppose to help them smile over make them frown about her problems coming out in the open.

"Ah… well, all right. I suppose I don’t mind so much. There are some mats in the storage closet that we can use to rest on. We may be there for a while."

⊰上の岩⊱ "Ibuki is okay with that, she can probably bring her guitar by even if she's wondering what happened. She's just confused is all."

"…I believe I might be spending yet another night locked inside the dojo. Feel free to text me if you require my services. Goodnight."

⊰上の岩⊱ "... um... Ibuki is going to join you! She doesn't want to stick around this either, Peko-chan."

"Were people singing that obnoxious song from someone who can’t even pronounce japanese correctly?"

⊰上の岩⊱ "... let me see what spring is like on Jupiter." She wasn't even paying attention to whatever other songs were going around. Fly me to the moon won out, as much as her English needed... work.

              ❝ Well, then Ibuki’s opinions are wrong.❞

⊰上の岩⊱ "No they're not, Ibuki is wondering if you got lost from your ship."

                  ❝ Kaizo ——— who the fuck are you calling a pirate? ❞

⊰上の岩⊱ "You! Ibuki thinks you look like a pirate does!"