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theairlock2017-09-17 03:58 pm
induality) wrote in theairlock2017-09-17 03:58 pm
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Week 6, Monday Gathering
[ On Sunday night, all of the remaining survivors-- as well as Price and Blazely, should they choose to show-- will find an invitation under their doors. She won't force them, but it appears Fukawa has planned her first get together. She was anxious about it, because she'd never hosted... anything before. The idea of people not coming actually scared her. But she couldn't give up. She owed it to Leon. So there it is. The note reads as follows. ]
Monday, 12:00 P.M.
Mess Hall
I know I thought it was stupid when we first started meeting like this after trials. But it was an important act of solidarity I think. After this past week, it's more important than ever that we all come together. We've all lost people we cared about at this point and that's why that can't be allowed to happen again. It would be an insult to the person who's responsible for all of us standing her right now.
Things that hurt us have happened time and time again. But we always get back up. I believe that this group can put a stop to the killing.
If Hope's Peak taught me anything it's that no matter how bad it gets or how bleak the future looks, you should never lose hope.
I won't make anyone come but I hope you all do.
- Touko Fukawa -
Mess Hall
I know I thought it was stupid when we first started meeting like this after trials. But it was an important act of solidarity I think. After this past week, it's more important than ever that we all come together. We've all lost people we cared about at this point and that's why that can't be allowed to happen again. It would be an insult to the person who's responsible for all of us standing her right now.
Things that hurt us have happened time and time again. But we always get back up. I believe that this group can put a stop to the killing.
If Hope's Peak taught me anything it's that no matter how bad it gets or how bleak the future looks, you should never lose hope.
I won't make anyone come but I hope you all do.
- Touko Fukawa -
[ She worked hard to set up food for everyone-- soup, pasta, sandwiches-- simple things but, enough for everyone to eat. Once there, she'll encourage them to share stories they haven't-- adventures they've had, people they're fighting for, things they still want to do... She wants to see them all strengthen themselves for the days to come. If they can then maybe... maybe this can be where they really end the killing.]
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Otherwise she's here to tell stories. No room to ask if you're not willing to do it yourself. If... you want to hear stories about
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Well. It makes him have several feelings. Noctis reads it over, then picks it up and folds it carefully before putting it in his pocket.
Then, he goes to find Fukawa. ]
Mind a hug?
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Even so the request throws her off a little. But only for a moment.]
No, I don't mind.
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Thanks. [ He breaks away, and he's smiling. ] Didn't expect anything like that, but... thanks.
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[You know. Feelings. But she's gotten used to hugs. Hugs are nice. She can return it without feeling so awkward.]
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Yeah. I get what you mean. It's harder to talk about personal stuff.
But you're doing your best. It's what matters.
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She looks over the spread of foods, the way everything's set up, and goes to find Fukawa.
When she does, she immediately gives her a hug.]
You did amazing work.
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You think so? I've... never organized anything like this before.
[Girl never did parties before murder prison. Not for lack of wanting to, though.]
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Well, everyone needs to start somewhere. [Her gaze moves to the setup.] It's a good idea, telling us we should all stick together.
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......Well, considering how much hard work she put into this gathering, it would be rude to not help a little. Pyrrha will head over and check out the oven for her!]
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Yesterday morning... someone made scrambled eggs and left them in the kitchen.
[She's coming too just. In case. Because this is scary.]
...they never came back for them...
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[She instinctively moves to stay in front of Fukawa. And now she's looking at her.]
Why would someone do a thing like... that?
[does she want to know what's in this oven]
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[...]
But there was nothing on the floor. It's creepy isn't it?
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[That's an explanation she's comfortable with. Yeah.
She'll uh, check out that oven now. Anything in there...?]
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...also there's flour and peach guts all over the counter. Some of the peach guts made it to the trash can, but they're sitting just atop the closed lid.]
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[That explains everything.]
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[Fukawa blinks. But looking around Pyrrha, there it is. Peach Cobbler.]
...and they left a mess again!
[But this time there's some on the trash can. Just to be safe she's going to check the trash. Is there anything out of place in there? Or even just. Any peach guts?]
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How... inconsiderate?
[But as Fukawa goes to investigate the trash, Pyrrha's going to be responsible and shut off the oven and take that cobbler out. She's got oven mitts, it's fine!]
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When he's sure he won't choke up, he goes to Toko when she's not occupied with someone else, resting a hand on her shoulder. The gravity in his expression makes his eyes look so much older than the rest of his face.]
I know you want me to feel better about myself, and I'm trying. But I want the same for you. No matter what you think or how low you feel, Toko? You are beautiful, more than any shallow looks could be, right here.
[The hand on her shoulder moves, a finger settling gently near her heart.]
Corazón. That's heart in Spanish. And that's what you've been for me in this place.
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Not because she feared him in the way that, perhaps, she most should have been. Clinging to the impossible was a lot less scary than something very real being dangled in front of her like a genuine possibility. One she still didn't have the strength to believe in. Someone like him... there was no doubt it would be her first love all over again. Maybe not today or tomorrow but-- someday. That's what she believed. At least... that's what she let herself believe right now.
Besides. He was better off far away from her. Even though he wasn't human, she was still a danger to the people she liked most. Byakuya was safe now, but even she didn't know if it was only because of Hope's Peak or if he was special to Syo too for some reason. That's why she'd fought so hard to learn how to control that thing. But she's not perfect. She could still--]
...me? You're crazier than I thought. The Champion Stalker... "Genocider Sho"... a serial killer... what kind of heart does someone like that have to offer to... to someone like you?
[Dracula or not-- whether he realized it or not-- Soma was better than her in every way. He was beautiful and kind and tried to protect others... He was patient and caring and he said all the right things. He didn't expect anything from anyone, even when he needed it.]
Even the Future Foundation doesn't want me. The only reason they probably let me be an intern there was because of Byakuya. Without him I wouldn't have anything.
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[He rests both hands on her shoulders again. His skin is cold through her dress but his touch is gentle, and maybe he doesn't realize he barely rubbing one of his thumbs near her collarbone.]
But it's not about who we've hurt or how many or even why. It's about what we feel that separates us from the monsters inside us. Isn't that why you were worried about me when I remembered who I am? If you thought I was irredeemable, you would've stayed away from me. We can't let the past hold us, neither of us took a life here. You didn't let Sho kill in Hope's Peak, either. What does that mean if it's not a sign we deserve a chance? If you say I deserve one, then I say you do, too.
[He offers her a small, wavery smile, sad and heartbroken and hopeful all at once. It speaks volumes of something he can't say because it's too much, too soon, too heavy, but it's there. It deserves a better setting than this bloody hellhole, all the more reason to escape.]
What kind of heart can you offer me? The same kind I want to offer you, Toko: hurt, a little broken, but real. Every week I prayed no one else would die, but every week I kept looking for you first, scared you were gone. I couldn't stand the thought of it. So even if the Future Foundation doesn't want you?
[He leans in close, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Cool lips linger a bit longer than they should, a chaste substitute for something which neither is quite ready to pursue, but all the feeling is there as he whispers against her skin.]
I do.
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[Well, it is and it isn't, really. But there's not much time for her to explain what she did or didn't mean. It seemed that he had a lot on his mind. A lot to get out before she could properly respond. And whether she liked it or not she was going to listen. The hands on her shoulders kept her chained to the spot. It was intimidating. Not physically but emotionally. Fukawa felt cornered. When it came to stuff like this she was probably the least prepared in all history.
After all-- she didn't even know the love of even one parent, despite having three. Even the love of friends was new and somewhat foreign to her. And her first love... heh.
Back then she'd thought he was nice. She'd let herself care so much that she thought it must be love. But that first love was all an elaborate lie. Just another bully. Someone who'd mocked her affections. She'd carry the scar of that incident for the rest of her life. On her thigh, with the tick marks of all the others Genocider Sho brutally murdered and desecrated.
Even if she did believe him, that was fine now, but... when they left this place everything would be different. He'd have no reason to stay with her.]
I don't know if I can give you the kind of response you want. At least... not now. Maybe not ever. I-I don't know. Something exclusive-- I've only considered it once. Even then there's still her... [She can't guarantee what Syo would think or do. She can't even face her own feelings completely honestly yet.] A-and there's... still a lot you don't know about me.
[There's so much she's still afraid to tell him. Of course he'd run away if he... knew all of it.]
...listen. I don't plan on staying here. So... I don't have time to get lost in stupid fantasies right now.
[It's tempting. The idea of being someone sough after-- her, in the center, torn between her ideal man and one who by all rights seemed too good to be real. Who wouldn't want to well in that kind of fantasy? But Leon's death and the fact that they'd come this close to being completely wiped out took all the joy out of it. But it's not like she's saying no either. Just... it's complicated.]
...if... we both get out of here alive-- and... and for some reason you're still serious... th-then work hard and p-properly win my heart from the man it currently belongs to!
[...she's. Oh god. She's encouraging him?? Yes. But also. Touko Fukawa what the hell.]