Ayaka Tamura

Those things have to be here for a reason. ...Maybe they're guarding something? Two sides... Knowing that doesn't help. I would've rather known what this place was. Here || Gone

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Are You Afraid of Poison?|| Open

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ayakatamura:

shizukanashizumaru:

‘There’s nothing’, is it?

Private as always. Was she keeping brave in the face of danger or did she genuinely mean such a sentiment? It was hard to tell; especially for someone with his woeful people skills.

Ayaka has always seemed rather closed off. She’d disappeared and reappeared in such an odd fashion. Like a dream. But it definitely happened, didn’t it? What happened to her in those woods? To Giselle? And really, what on earth was this place? Every semblance of an answer he got, he found more questions or caveats came with it as a package deal. Perhaps he could ask Ayaka when the time was more appropriate.

“… I see. As long as you take care.”

He bobs his head. Honestly he’d half expected her to just walk off after that. Ayaka seemed to… be happier when she was on her own. Perhaps ‘happy’ wasn’t so much the word as content but his opinion remained the same. A flicker of surprise splashes across his face before he answers.

“Do not worry. It’s wooden. I believe it to be a practice weapon of some kind. As for why I have it… it was in my room. If you wish to see it, I have no problem showing you. But the room isn’t all that interesting.”

He glances to it, picturing it again once more before turning back ot her.

“… I suppose it gives me some comfort is all. Something like this… I doubt it will kill. I have no intention of doing that, either. I just feel, perhaps… with this, perhaps I can defend people a little more. I suppose… that’s the feeling I have, anyway. I can’t explain it very well.”

It’s like the answer is just a hand’s grasp away. How sad.

…Take care?

They haven’t talked much. She’s been fine with that. But the last substantial interaction had been that argument about exploring the woods. Safety. Danger. Some claim about doing everything himself, right after saying no one should go alone. It’d stuck with her. Bothered her. She didn’t like how he wouldn’t listen, how he just wanted everyone to follow along with what he thought was best. Didn’t like the implication that she couldn’t handle what was out there. Hates that he was right. Hates that four-eyed cat.  

So really, she’s been expecting an ‘I told you so,’ maybe for him to launch into some speech about how that whole thing with the cat monster never would have happened if she’d just listened to him in the first place. She was willing to hate him for it. She’s been ready to hate him.

He’s not giving her a reason to. Not now, at least. It feels weird.

“I’ll be fine.” 

It comes out too sharply, and she tries to rein it in. She may not particularly like him, but he hasn’t done anything. She shouldn’t judge someone by what she thinks they might do. Bad judgement seems fair to the person making it.

She takes a deep breath. Bad judgement seems fair to the person making it, and she doesn’t have enough memories to tell her which category she falls into. The words help her calm down enough that her prominent thought is that now that the only piece of information she has about Shizumaru’s room is ‘had a sword in it,’ she’s imagining walls lined with hundreds of identical wooden swords in an otherwise empty room. Or an empty room that just had the one single sword lying in the middle of it. She doubts either of those are accurate.

“…Sure. Show me.”

She could just walk away, take that walk, but she hadn’t had much of a plan in the first place. A distraction might be nice, assuming he’s not lying about his lack of murderous intentions and the lethality of the sword.

“Comfort in a weapon…” A practice weapon, no less. Maybe that makes sense, but if he thinks of himself as a defender, then... “Why not a shield?” Sword and shield, offense and defense.

She’s no good at this vague feeling stuff. Can’t put it into words any better than he could. Not being able to remember her own past didn’t help. Things would make more sense if she knew who she was. It’s hard enough just trying to figure out how to act around people, wading through emotion and tone and wording and expressions. Mostly afterwards, when she realizes she’s been neglecting them. Too much thinking just to talk. Doesn’t come naturally.

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He had doomed Ryoka. Was trying to help so bad? Somehow, no matter his intentions, things kept going wrong. With all his power, he would hope that the poison would affect him. That the others wouldn’t suffer. If it meant this would end then… is the answer… to die himself?

He eyes the shinai in his room. It wouldn’t be sharp enough to do the job. The rope he has? … Perhaps something more… definitively fatal. He can’t help but shudder.

Frightening.

Even if he wants to, the prospect is frightening. He feels his immaturity in the moment and collapses his head into his knees as he sits. Useless. And even if he does die, what does that mean for Ryoka? He doesn’t know. And because he doesn’t know, he doesn’t know what to do. Leaving it up to chance… seems unfair. All of it seems unfair but he doesn’t have a good answer. If only he were a little smarter.

Stronger.

Better.

Shizumaru sighs. Such self-pity is indulgent and it helps no one. Were such thoughts going through Ji-hyun’s head, too? Only the person themselves would know, he supposes. He grips the wooden sword and holds it feeling a sense of comfort. It’s really a weapon that’s perfect for him - one that won’t kill but can protect. But he can’t protect anyone like this… or at least, it’s getting harder. Perhaps if he practices more with it…

He opts to take it with him and reaches for a scarf to replace the one he’d given Lotus. Was it a coincidence there was one similar to it or intent? This room did seem perfect for him. Perhaps this part was perfect too. As he left his room, leaving the door temporarily open, he saw someone else leave theirs and gave them a nod. Now equipped with his weapon, a surge of confidence gave him the power to approach them. He wasn’t perfect but that didn’t mean he’d stop trying to help. If he stopped believing he could help then… what did he even have left? No, this had to continue. He would protect Ryoka and the others, no matter what it took.

Hopefully it wouldn’t come to murder… but if it did… he’d be ready this time. He couldn’t afford not to be.

“Greetings to you. None of us are… in… good health, per se. But if there is anything I can do to help, please, let me know.”

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Her therapy room was a good place to sit down with a nice cup of tea and just… be alone with her thoughts for a little while.

The motive bothered her. Several things. Asking for volunteers like that - she wouldn’t have raised her hand if Kaizou hadn’t implied they would volunteer just so she wouldn’t have to. But now, thinking about how she’d justified it… saying she doesn’t want someone to suffer for her sake isn’t right. It sounds too selfless. Too nice. It doesn’t feel like she did it to be nice. It’s more like… she doesn’t want protection. She wants to handle it on her own. Carry her own weight. To not need someone to suffer for her sake.

Probably something like that, anyway. She’s not good at finding the right words. Whatever the reason, it had happened, Kaizou and half of the rest are poisoned, and everyone was feeling the effects. She doesn’t understand how it works, how something like this could be real. Doesn’t have to. It hurts. That’s real enough for her.

It really is something awful, though. Making everyone suffer like this. If that LISE thing wanted somebody dead so badly, why not just kill one of them outright? No slow-acting poison. No elaborate game. It’d be faster. Easier. Better for everyone.

…Oh.

Suddenly, there’s a burning ache in her chest, something like anticipation, anxiety, desperation... trapped. She’s feeling trapped. The first motive had been easy enough to ignore. This one isn’t. She might not be poisoned, but the pain is still right there with her. It’ll always be there. It’ll only get worse.

…Being alone with her thoughts doesn’t sound so good anymore. She’s going to go for a walk.

She exits her room a bit faster than necessary, and might’ve kept that pace straight out of the therapy center if there hadn’t been someone else in the hallway. Shizumaru. Something about seeing him made her stop, close her door quietly, and get herself together as he approached.

“…Hi,” she says, guarded. “There’s nothing to help with. I'm just taking a walk.”

Had Shizumaru been poisoned or one of the leaders? She didn’t remember. Hadn’t been paying much attention at the time. And - was that… a sword?

“...Why do you have a sword.”

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Ori isn’t really interested in the floating cube’s latest murder incentive.

They aren’t being poisoned, and there’s no chance of anyone doubling their dosage. They’ll help Chuichi out with that if he wants them to, but otherwise they’re off the hook. Well, no, if Chuichi gets into a fight they might have some issues, but other than that…?

No, Ori’s thinking about the other thing the cube said. About why they were here. Call them intrigued. After the meeting in the cafe and a leisurely breakfast, they wander out into the snow, not in any great hurry. The last of the cube’s incentives had left them disoriented, but now, well, there was nothing to worry about, and nothing plaguing their mind. 

They plod through the snows and walk into the clinic. The bracelet on their arm is hidden under their sleeves, not visible at all, and might as well not be there. They kick the snow off their sandals at the door and walk over to the desk, and take a seat. They click on the desk lamp and then boot up the computer.

While they wait for that to start up, they spin idly in the chair, looking over the glass shelf behind them. Boring. They push up their sleeve and study the bracelet; it has several buttons, each in a different colour. Did they correspond to different bracelet pairs? Interesting. Chuichi might not need the relief, but if they were to push one…

The door opens, and the bracelet is forgotten. Idly, they spin the chair back to face the front door. They don’t say anything, just bob their head slightly to acknowledge this newcomer’s presence.

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Who knows whether they would work on whatever poison these bracelets had in them or the strange pairing affect, but she’s after painkillers. They kill pain. It’s in the name. Maybe they’d work. It’s not that bad yet, but if it was just going to keep getting worse she might as well grab some and toss them at Kaizou.

She’d meant to just come in, spend a likely excessive amount of time searching through the shelves for a medication that probably wouldn’t even work, and get right back out - but when she enters the clinic, Ori is already there, sitting at the front desk. She waves in response to the nod and keeps walking, but slows down partway into the room.

…Huh. Were they using a computer? She’d walked past that thing a few times, she knew it was there, but she’d just… assumed it didn’t work, for some reason. Had it really just been off the whole time?

She walks up to the desk from the opposite side like she’s a customer and points at the computer. “Mind if I look?”

She’s not really sure what they’re doing over here, but she doesn’t mind Ori’s company, and she can always leave if it turns out to be nothing.

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It takes a couple days, but Ayaka eventually gets around to trying to see what those therapy rooms are all about.

Ayaka slides in her ID card and watches as the door slides open to reveal their room… 

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The first thing you notice is a sound; the sound of what appears to be fire crackling through logs. It seems to be an ambience for the room itself and shows no sign of stopping. The floor, walls and ceiling all match, a richly-coloured wood, giving the room a look not too unlike a log cabin. a log table sits neatly in a corner with a wool table cloth on top it - there’s a chair that seems to match it right by it. On the corner of the chair is a black and red waterproof backpack with a variety of pockets. A teapot and some teacups are sitting there and some teabags can be found in a small cabinet nearby. Some shelves are positioned on the wood walls and house a great many potted plants. Each one has a unique and pleasant smell, and seem to be growing quite well up there. A fabulous watercolour painting of a forest is hung up on the northern-most wall.

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Ayaka wondered, and then knew what to do. And who to trust.

Nothing. No one. It was the easiest solution, so it was probably the best one.

So she’s been quiet since the memories. Quieter than usual, anyway. It’s probably hard to tell the difference, when she doesn’t talk much on a good day. But right after it was over, she sat in the back corner of the garden shelter and stayed there. She would’ve rather been outside, but it’s too cold. At least in here it’s warm, and in this corner she wouldn’t be in anyone’s way.

If anyone happened to pass through the area, they might have noticed that she’s been sitting, legs hugged to her chest, chin on her knees, in the same spot for… an hour, at least. Busy staring at, what – the plants? The wall? There’s nothing to see, but she’s looking at it.

There’s crusted blood on the sleeve of her sweater, but the nosebleed had stopped a while ago. Still, she shivers when she remembers what happened, because one of those memories was real, was hers, and she doesn’t know how it ended. Maybe she shouldn’t want to. Maybe it’s better not to know. Yeah. Probably. Better not to know. Would’ve been better if she hadn’t remembered it in the first place.

Now, if only she could stop thinking about it.

On the outside, she’s completely zoned out. Or – no, not exactly. As she thinks about her memory, the other memories, that final scene, she almost feels like she’s... waiting for something. She notices when someone enters the building, watches them walk around, come closer – but it still takes her a second to realize they’re looking at her, too.

She lifts her head and blinks a couple times – she’s tired, her eyes feel a little weird after staring into nothing for so long, and her mind still has one foot in the past.

“…Need something?” 

Then she looks at the floor and mumbles something that sounds kind of like... ‘mnglnnslml.’ 

The days leading up to this had been almost boring, but today had been a change. A surprise. She’s pretty sure she hates surprises. Today’s a bad day.

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la-belle-rose:

At this point, she’d noticed the same protrusions up above that Ayaka had noticed as well.

She couldn’t quite clearly make out what they were, but they seemed to be guns(?) and cameras. Cameras were certainly alarming to her (someone had to be watching them through the cameras, right …? Was it the cube? Could the cube even see …?), but the things that looked like guns? Giselle swallowed, immediately looking away. No, guns were not good. Please, nope, she didn’t want to stay here any longer.

Naturally, she was immensely relieved once the other girl suggested leaving and going somewhere else.

“Hm …”

She thought for a few moments, looking in the directions Ayaka was pointing. Her first suggestion was the Guesthouse, which looked very inviting. The second suggestion was the Confinement Centre.

Oh … she … she didn’t really want to go into the latter place, but …

“Y-You … you can pick, Tamura-san …!” She clearly hasn’t caught on to the fact that Ayaka didn’t really have a preference. “I’m just, um, following you … s-so I’ll go wherever you want to go …”

Obviously she would much rather head to the Guesthouse, but she didn’t want to disappoint the other girl in case she’d prefer to go to the Confinement Centre. Oh well … even if it looked just as scary as the Secret Facility, she did have Ayaka by her side, after all!

What a useful and perfectly informative trip this had been. Stupid building, with its stupid security system. Would be stupid to try to force their way in when there were guns peppering the walls, too.

Though, really, it could’ve been worse. At least they knew they couldn’t get back in now. It was something, at least. But it was all they were going to get here.

She sighed heavily, kicking the ground and sending a chunk of loose snow flying. Disappointment from the lack of information, anticipation of another trek through the icy wasteland, Giselle’s lack of action that was just making them stand out here for longer than they needed to, not being able to remember anything no matter how hard she tried - lots of reasons to be frustrated right now. Wasn’t interested in voicing any of them, either. Wouldn’t help anything. Just silently wished the weather were less crappy so she could take a walk, a real walk that didn’t make her feet numb and her ears hurt from the cold.

Giselle was just following her? Maybe she really did think of her as some kind of walking bubble of safety. Who knows why. Fine, she’d pick, then.

“...Let’s just go this way.” Crappy building off to the left would probably be just as much of a waste as this place. Might as well be mad where it’s warm. She started off towards the guesthouse.

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theonlyori:

“I’ve decided I don’t like the cold,” Ori mutters absently, “Hurts the face.” They’re probably used to somewhere warmer. It’s a nice thought, at least. Maybe this storm would clear soon and it would be less awful outside. After a moment of thinking they shrug silently.

They look back at Ayaka. “I did not mean to sound so passive about finding answers,” they say, possibly backpedalling, but it’s hard to tell with such a flat voice. “Rather, I do not expect us to find them all today. These things take time. Perhaps… perhaps we will regain our memory, or uncover clues, or… whatever.” They shrug again, and apparently do that a lot. Not sure if they like it. “These things take time. It sounds as though we have nothing but time. Therefore, our primary concern is… security.”

In their own estimation, anyway. They stifle an unexpected yawn. All of this mystery and stuff is awfully exhausting. They wipe the water from their eyes with the back of one hand and drift over to the tool shelf to take a look, peering over her shoulder. Yep, about what one would expect from a garden centre. Not that they remember any garden centres, but the contents of the shelf just seem right.

“It sounds like you have a plan, Tamura-san,” they say, “Where do you intend to go next?” ‘Less nice places’ could be basically anywhere. Ori’s curious, though, and as comfortable as it is in here, they can’t spend forever here. Might as well head out. It sounds like the answers are out there, somewhere.

That was true, but she didn’t sympathize. Cold hurt her face as much as it did theirs. Anybody’s. It was just what it did. No getting around it. But… not finding things today? Hadn’t been thinking about what would happen if there weren’t answers around.

“…Don’t want to sleep here,” she says to the floor. Less that she wanted to get things done quickly than that she just didn’t want to stay someplace so unfamiliar. But… anywhere would be unfamiliar at a time like this, wouldn’t it? She had to be from somewhere, have something to go back to. Didn’t get how anyone could yawn at a time like this. Felt too on edge to really even think about sleep. “Don’t feel very secure, either.”

Most secure place probably would’ve been the one they’d just evacuated. Whole thing was freaky. Freaking her out and she didn’t like being freaked out so she decided she didn’t like that building. Stupid building, with the stupid door.

“Plan?” Didn’t have an actual plan. Hadn’t thought it out that far. Just had an idea of where she wanted to go next. “Oh. Woods.” 

She took her card out of her pocket and fiddled with it for a few seconds until she was able to bring up the map again, to remind herself which way to go from here to get there. It showed some kind of entrance to the woods, the start of a path in the bottom right, and paths had to go places. It’s what they were for. Might not be the best idea, but it seemed like the likeliest way out of the immediate area.

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la-belle-rose:

Maybe they weren’t exactly friends yet, but she knew she’d be able to get the other girl to warm up! And going to check out a scary building together was the perfect way to do that … right? Right …? 

No …? 

“M-Maybe we are just looking, but … I really feel, um, a lot safer with you around …!" 

She followed her back into the snow, and couldn’t help wincing as soon as she’d stepped outside. The Garden Centre had actually been quite nice … going back outside was a pretty jarring change. It might be worth it, though! She just had to believe …!

"I-I don’t know any more than you do, Tamura-san,” she said hesitantly, feeling awful that she couldn’t say anything of more use. “I … I remember just t-the same as anyone else …" 

She watched as the other girl gave a kick to the door upon arriving. Worry immediately etched onto Giselle’s face at the sight - that wasn’t good at all! Ayaka couldn’t afford to get hurt or injured while they were in this situation … did anyone here even remember any first aid?

"T-Tamura-san … y-you might hurt yourself …! Please, um, don’t do that … If we can’t get in, w-we can’t get in … It’s not worth hurting yourself over …”

Safer with her around? Weird thing to say, when they’d known each other for all of ten minutes. Maybe she'd just been acting more confident than she felt, and this girl found it comforting – or maybe she was just lying.

Eh. Either way, did it matter? Only thing she needed to focus on right now was getting through the snow. One foot in front of the other.

“Figured, yeah. Just can’t think of a good explanation for any of it.”

She doesn’t really sound annoyed or disappointed by Giselle’s lack of a clear answer, just resigned. Didn’t seem like anyone here had any better idea of what had happened than she did. It’s why it was better to look for answers somewhere else.

...Too bad the place seemed locked up tight. She squinted upwards through the snow at the black protrusions high up on the wall. Cameras, some of them. And… guns?

“This is where we came out of…?”

Sure, they’d come out of the place, but it was the first good look she’d actually taken. Seemed imposing, solid, cold. Nothing really seemed to react to the kick aside from Giselle, which was probably a good thing. She looked at her in confusion for a second at her concern, then down at her foot, which didn’t even hurt. Huh. These must be good boots. Sturdy.

“…It’s fine. Didn’t hurt. And… yeah, don’t think we’ll be able to get in.” Which left them back where they’d started, standing out in the snow. Brrr. “Should probably go someplace else for now. Maybe over there?”

She pointed at the guesthouse. Seemed like a few people had headed in that direction earlier and hadn’t come back out, so it was probably warmer in there.

“...Or there?”

Now she was pointing at the confinement center. Didn’t look as pleasant, but it could be worth taking a look to at least see what was there. She doesn’t really seem to have a preference on where to go.

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bai-the-way:

Asao nods, taking all this information in. That’s useful, at least he seems to think so. He gives a small smile.

“Ohh, I see… Thank you! If I find anything useful, I’ll be sure to let you know as well. I don’t think there’s too much ground to cover here, but differing opinions and perspectives can mean a lot when searching. The machine sounds… interesting, to say the least. Perhaps finding more of the coins to see what all comes out of it could prove a good use of time. The garbage at the start may be to disuade people from multiple attempts, where the actual good content is.”

“Oh, this thing… What it eats? Well, vultures are carnivores, I’m pretty sure, so any meat should do, I guess. I’m no expert.. or, if I was, I don’t remember. I’ll look for food for it, if worst comes to worst I can try to come up with something…”

It’s following him, he has the glove, he figures he should know, right? But, he hardly remembers where he’s from and who he is, let alone if he’s secretly a bird master.

“And.. .ah, I mean… I suppose it will. If it does so inside, I’ll clean it up, but outside shouldn’t really matter, right?”

This isn’t a question he expected. It does seem natural to wonder that if they’re suppose to be living here forever.

If it was dispensing garbage now, she didn’t really see a reason to think it would change anytime soon. But hey. The coins were basically garbage, too, so why not at least get different garbage?

She was glad he was taking responsibility for feeding his bird, at least. Made a mental note to keep an eye out for possible bird meals.

“Good. I’ll let you know if I find anything for it.”

She peered at the bird again. How can you even tell when it’s hungry? Didn’t seem very expressive. Maybe it’d just start screeching or something? She didn’t want to be nearby if it did. Hopefully bird boy would find enough stuff for it to keep it happy.

“Can you even housetrain birds? Like a dog?” 

She’s rapidly realizing she either doesn’t remember or knows next to nothing about birds, and she’s not completely sure why she’d brought this whole bird poop thing up in the first place. Wasn’t exactly thinking far into the future when she’d asked. More concerned about whether it was going to do it very soon, like... right on the ping pong table or the furniture or something. It’d be harder to clean than just kicking some snow over it, outside.

“…Whole place almost looks too nice, doesn’t it? Like some kind of resort. Would’ve thought there’d be people around, running the place. Someone has to own it all.” She shifts uncomfortably, standing in the middle of the room, not touching anything. “Don’t know, I just… don’t want to leave a mark here. Feels like it’s not ours.”

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have u guys watched the newest amnesia ice episode??

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la-belle-rose:

She was sure there was something in that green box that would be of use to them, but she couldn’t know. Not when the key could be anywhere - she didn’t really want to dig through the dirt and flowers to search for it. Maybe it wasn’t even on this island. 

“Well … let’s hope that, um, someone else will find it …!”

Then the other girl started talking about heading back to the building they had evacuated from. Giselle faltered for a second, considering her invitation to come with her.

“O-Oh … sure, I guess can come with you, if y-you want …! I mean, I probably won’t be much use … but …”

She didn’t quite like the idea of heading back to that place, but if Ayaka was there then maybe it would be alright! Even if they weren’t friends, she knew she could rely on the other girl. She was so brave … she was sure she’d be safe if she stayed with her. Scary as that place seemed, Ayaka made a good point about exploring it. There was probably something important there …

So she’s coming along. Good. Good? Maybe good. Everything was confusing and she couldn’t figure out whether or not she would rather be alone and think in peace or not be alone and just feel… less alone in all of this. Tried to shut the thoughts out. They weren’t very helpful.

“We’re just looking. Not planning to raid the place.”

Weird sense of finality to how those doors had closed, after all. Had a feeling it wouldn’t be easy to get in, but… no reason not to check, either. Back out into the snow they went.

“The evacuation,” she said, on the way there. “From what? We were already so close to the doors. Can’t remember anything from before that. Doesn’t feel right.”

And then they were there, at the entrance to the secret facility. She crosses her arms to keep warm, and gives the door a little kick. Stupid door.

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Keeping his grin intact, one would either guess the hit on the wall made his head worse, or that he’s fine to be looking so carefree

“Hahaha, I figured you were talking and I didn’t want to interrupt you in the middle or something.”

Matías shrugs a bit, not too concerned about it. It was silly, yeah, now that he thinks about it. Which was the main problem, he didn’t think, he just impulsively went ahead

“Ahh, I see. I understand, I suppose, I did spent a bit sorting out my thoughts. But not remembering anything made it a bit brief since my thoughts were kind of limited. Maybe you just prefer being alone as your own nature? Like a loner.”

Blinking in surprise, Matías smiles at her…. is that concern??? 

“Uh, I don’t think so, it wasn’t too hard. But I might get some snow on it if it forms a bump yeah. Thank you for the concern.”

So it was just a bonk on the head, he was fine. As fine as he’d been when he burst in like a flirt missile, at least. Not sure what she would’ve been supposed to do if he broke his brain or something. Enough weird crap going on around here without people throwing themselves into walls around her. Because initially? That had been really, really weird.

“…I appreciate it, but that’s stupid. No point in letting people talk to you if you’re not hearing them. Not – not getting what they’re saying, I mean.” Now who’s stupid. She slapped a hand to her face, then immediately had to take it off again because he needed to see her mouth god damn it. “Just… interrupt me if it happens again.”

A loner. Her first instinct had been to go off by herself, and almost every time so far that she’d spoken to someone for more than a few minutes, she started to feel uncomfortable, awkward, maybe a little paranoid. She’d just embarrassed herself and wanted nothing more than to go off and do something else, and the only thing stopping her was the need to keep facing him. He probably wasn’t far off in calling her that. 

“Maybe you’re right. Anyway, doesn’t seem like there’s anything else here.” The garden shelter as a whole, not the box she’d been looking at. There was probably something in the box. “Might head somewhere else. Woods, maybe. Are we done?”

Couldn’t exactly head off before wrapping up here, unless she wanted to walk backwards. Which she didn’t.

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theonlyori:

“Oh, right. Death.” What a pain. Ori doesn’t sound particularly upset or frightened by such a thing. Finally their voice contains some shred of emotion and it’s irritation. It fades again pretty quickly. “I don’t think that one is very pressing. Food and shelter and warmth… Yeah, those are more important right now.”

This was a good spot for it, for sure. Ori wouldn’t mind just staying put here for a bit, maybe to let the snow out there settle down at least. Walking around with snow stinging your face doesn’t do any favours for anyone.

“I… It sounds strange, but I feel as though the answers will come.” They clasp their hands together thoughtfully. “Somehow, anyway.” They follow after Ayaka and, apparently having forgotten that they’d just tossed something aside, happen to step square on top of the lily. The flower is crushes into the floor but Ori doesn’t seem to notice, or care.

They look over the wicker baskets, dragging one hand along them. “Anyway, Tamura-san, was it? It’s good to meet you. Though I’d rather have met you on a somewhat warmer day.”

“They are, but we have all three of those right here. Got time to be wonder about what the vague hologram said now.”

Kept saying ‘die.’ Die, die, die. Everything dies, she just doesn’t like the implication that it’s something so... close. So soon. Really, couldn’t that thing have been a little clearer? Or at least corporeal, so she could’ve pegged it in the face with a snowball like… whoever had tried that, earlier. Hadn’t really been paying attention.

“Answers won’t come deposit themselves on your lap. Won’t get anywhere by waiting for the world to come to you.” It’d be nice to sit around and relax later, maybe, but not until after she at least tries to figure out what the hell is happening, here.

Hand shovels and shears on the shelves. About what she’d been expecting to see. Might be able to transplant a flower after all, if she really wanted to. For herself, if not for the flower murderer. If they were all stuck here long enough that it’d be worth it.

She turns back to Ori and what, they were chatting about the weather now? The whole serenity thing was weird.

“Mmm. Weather’s fine. Just cold.” Ori’s fancy getup didn’t seem built for it, though. She rubbed her arms. It’d been alright with what she was wearing, but she still wouldn’t say no to something warmer. “We know this place is nice, now. I might go look at some of the less nice places, have this to come back to.”

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white and green | open

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la-belle-rose:

The green box didn’t seem to offer anything of use to her. She couldn’t open it, and it didn’t really do anything except just … exist. She wondered what could be inside, though …?

Giselle timidly looked back at Ayaka, who was inspecting the wicker baskets. She opened her mouth slightly, pondering whether she ought to say something, when the other girl spoke first, making a simple statement. 

“Y-Yeah, that’s what I, um, thought too! I wonder if we can f-find the key here …?” 

Nervously, she left the box and stepped towards Ayaka once again, going slowly though in case she didn’t want her so close. She wasn’t sure what to think of her yet … why wouldn’t anyone want friends? Especially in a place and situation like this … wouldn’t anyone want the comfort of other people around them? 

“Um … is there anything e-else you want to check out here, Tamura-san …? I-It’s a nice place, don’t you think …?”

Was there a name for the emotion where she wanted to do nothing but scream? There was a ball of tension in her chest. It was leaking. Distractions weren’t really helping. Everything about what was happening seemed bad. This girl being so nice so soon on top of everything else felt weird. Wrong. She felt a little bad about rebuffing her, but she just didn’t like it.

“Maybe.” She sure has been saying maybe a lot. “Probably would’ve found it by now, though.”

Not that either of them had looked particularly hard for it, but she just really didn’t care all that much about the mysterious green box right now.  She starts edging away towards the door as Giselle approaches, before she realizes what’s she’s doing and stops.

“Here? It’s nice here, but no. Think I’m done.”

She really does like the garden, but feels too antsy to hang around here right now. The plants didn’t have any answers about what had happened. Maybe somewhere else did. Somewhere with big doors and a security system from hell.

“Thought that place was going to explode or something if evacuation was so important, but it hasn’t. Might go back to see what its deal was. You can come if you want.”

If it was going to explode, it could technically still explode at any moment, but she doesn’t seem to have thought about that.

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white and green | open

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la-belle-rose:

She tilted her head curiously, listening as the other girl spoke. Maybe she was right about some people, but for herself … Giselle knew she liked being around others. She couldn’t remember her past, but she wondered if she had enjoyed making friends. At least, that was what she felt, right now …

“W-Well … I’ll be really happy if you’ll let me call you that, um, Tamura-san … but i-it’s totally up to you …! As long as you’re … c-comfortable.”

She had to admit, she had found Ayaka to be one of the … more scary-looking of her classmates … but she didn’t seem so scary right now! 

“I h-hope we can become friends … if y-you’d like that!” 

She watched as the other girl went to fiddle with the temperature panel. She supposed she ought to give her some space … maybe she preferred to take friendship slow! That was fine, as long as she was willing to try it! Perhaps she could explore another part of the garden for the time being. Looking around, she tried to decide what stood out to her …  

Giselle wandered over to a green metal box attached to the wall. She wondered what it could be …? 

...Friends. Same answer as the nickname. Can’t just walk up to an amnesiac and ask to be friends. Got other stuff on her mind right now.

“Maybe. Don’t really know.”

Poking around at the thermostat was informative enough. Different temperatures. Didn’t change immediately when she poked a few different settings. Hopefully no one would be dumb enough to set it to freezing. Wouldn’t want all the plants to die. Must’ve taken ages to grow them all. She leaves it on the setting it had been on when she came in. No use messing with what works.

Moves over to those wicker baskets. Feels like she’s been through most of the garden area at one point or another by now, only those and the apples left. Maybe she could take some for later.

This whole time, she seems to have forgotten she was talking with Giselle only moments before – either that, or she doesn’t seem overly interested in starting it up again.

She does happen to glance up at one point and see her looking at that box, though.

“I think that’s locked. Needs a key.”

That’s all she had to say. How helpful.

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Freezy Friday || Open|| Prologue

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ayakatamura:

lewiscoley:

It felt like a long time before Ayaka arrived- his butt felt like it’d be frozen in place if he didn’t shift off of it occasionally. As soon as he got off this frozen menace he’d never go back on, ever. This he swore upon.

Lewis could barely hear her through his own thoughts and the fact that it wasn’t his native tongue made it hard to fully grasp but answers became clearer when she threw an entire pole. Reel himself in? Could she hold him and the line?

Well it was either that or becoming a human snowsicle. He wasn’t sure if he fished before but the motions seemed easy enough to do. Lewis carefully attempted to real himself in, slowly at first, then faster once he gained momentum.

It was kind of exciting, in a way. Horrifying yet exciting that it was actually working.

—

When he made it back safely, he extended a hand out to thank her with. “Your idea was brilliant! I definitely owe you my thanks. I am not sure I can help in this new surrounding but I’ll try my best!” He says this all in English, though. Oops.

She frowns. Hearing it more clearly, she could tell with relative certainty that he was speaking English, but… didn’t understand any of it. Guess he hadn’t heard anything she’d said earlier after all. Or just didn’t speak Japanese. Should probably double-check.

“Lake boy. Do you speak Japanese. I don’t understand what you’re saying.”

She spoke clearly, repeating what she’d said earlier as she unwrapped the fishing line from her hand. Ouch. Acting as an anchor for an entire person really made it bite into the sides of her palm. When she was finished, she flexed her hand a couple times – it hurt for now, but she’d be fine in a bit. At least the boy was off the lake.

Oh. He was holding out his hand. It’s a little delayed, but she shakes his hand.

“Why were you out there? Seems dangerous.”

Ice seemed solid enough, but it was hard to tell. Wouldn’t’ve lasted long if he fell in the water.