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what you’ve done.

He watches the sympathy fade from her expression, the sound of concern shift to something else– and it’s almost a relief, to be blamed.

Meiko has a sound as ethereal as Kaito’s, so perfectly matched to every rise and fall in voice, every movement, in a way that could never be attained by a human. But the violent shift it takes on now is surely unique to Meiko…

And he lets himself be yanked around and shouted at without resistance (without reaction as well, the same listless expression staying in place), his arms limp at his sides– if she hurts him, it is only warranted.

“You don’t know,” Bansai responds, almost disbelieving. “Kaito-san never told you…?”

(Were Kaito here, he would be interrupting right now– but Bansai’s version of reality is a twisted, unforgiving one.)

He places one hand on the woman’s shoulder, forces himself not to avert his gaze. “I did the worst thing anyone could have done. I killed him.”

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She watches him with focused eyes, as he speaks--rather, questions her, at first,

but then he admits to the crime he’s committed, and her gaze shifts downward, staring hard at what almost seems to be nothing for a moment.

Her grip on Bansai slips ever-so-slightly, as if she’s going to release him--and then without any warning Meiko raises a fist and strikes a punch hard across the man’s face.

It’s bound to hurt, she thinks, considering her underlying core is metal, but for a moment that seems fine. She wants it to hurt, wants him to suffer for what he did--

And then she pauses, with the same fist raised in mid-air as though poised to strike again, the other hand gripping his collar again as the look in her eyes goes from livid anger to confusion. No... Why would he even do such a thing? What the hell could’ve possibly compelled Bansai to kill Kaito, to do something so horrible to someone so innocent that he... didn’t they love each other?

The raised fist lowers, slowly, before going limp at her side. And Meiko, for a moment, is silently staring at the man before her, until a quiet question escapes her lips.

“Why?”

#( .headphonehitokiri )#( .event: counterinsurgency )#mmmMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM well ---#well. he got some hell at least. are you satisfied bansai--#probably not. i'm Dying Squirtle End Me?

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this is a terrible time to make a starter call, I need to get things pumping again here! as a note, I’ll be dropping pretty much all my older threads so I can sort of start fresh here. I apologize for that, but in stead of that, I’ll throw out an ad here! the cap will be 5 for now, and they’ll likely vary in length, but come on and party with us!

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I’ve decided to make this ad uncapped, because I don’t love myself why not!

this is a terrible time to make a starter call, I need to get things pumping again here! as a note, I’ll be dropping pretty much all my older threads so I can sort of start fresh here. I apologize for that, but in stead of that, I’ll throw out an ad here! the cap will be 5 for now, and they’ll likely vary in length, but come on and party with us!

#ca rp ad #(breakdances gently) that good ol heck feeling #i took her off hiatus like days ago but i've been Hecked but. it's Time Now

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what you’ve done.

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He’d rather not talk to anyone; he knows the problem is him, not any of the others here, and not one of them can set this right.

They all deserve better than to have to deal with him… yet, it still feels distinctly selfish to go on pretending not to hear. He’s isolating himself for the good of everyone, not because he thinks it’s easier to turn away, right–?

No response comes as Meiko speaks (though he tenses at the mention of Kaito), but the last question stirs something in him. He rolls over, shifts until he can meet the other’s gaze– his eyes are dull, expressionless, but his face shows every sign of the sleepless nights and violent outbursts that have come to define his life since that day.

(She sounds so genuinely concerned… he doesn’t understand it.)

“Are you willing to talk to me?” Bansai means to keep a soft tone, but the words come out as an unfriendly growl. “After what I did to him?”

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It feels almost like a puzzle starts to snap together within her mind.

Not with the gaze from expressionless eyes, though the state of his features send a momentary bout of concern within her. If he hadn’t spoken up afterwards, perhaps she’d have acted on it, but he--

‘What I did to him?’

It doesn’t snap right away; it’s a slower placement of the pieces of knowledge she has starting to fit together in ways she wouldn’t want them to. She’s well aware that Kaito--that Kaito died during the course of whatever that hell the entire city went through was, and while she doesn’t know details, at the very least Kaito informed Meiko that Bansai had been there too.

Her facial expression shifts, from that determined look to a look of realization, and for a moment she simply stays in place, silent, staring at him with a silent gaze.

And then, without any kind of warning she lurches forward, grabbing the man by the collar and jerking him forward until their foreheads press together, until she can stare him straight in the eyes with an angered blazing intensity.

“What did you do to him, then?” She asks, quietly at first, until her voice raises--not a yell, but louder, a snarl not even trying to be masked in her tone. “Do you think I don’t know that he was dead? He told me you were there, but every time I asked he didn’t tell me any further, so what did happen, huh? What the hell did you do to him? What did you do? ANSWER ME.”

#( .headphonehitokiri )#( .event: counterinsurgency )#mmmmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMm end me #it's 8 am and here i am just. dying . suffering. why do we do these things

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just as a notice–I’ve sent in a hiatus request here, since I’m having some personal issues that are kind of Hecking Me Up lately. I’m hoping I’ll only need it to last a week or two, but once I’m back I’ll do the starters I owe and things! my apologies!

#( .outofsake )#this applies here too

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since it’s now Ball Time, it’s time to throw out a starter call here! meiko’s going to be a little bit off her usual self since uh–things that happened during the hell event that just went on, but she’ll still be ready to have a good time! and dance, if you’re up for that. she’s one hell of a dancer.

so if you’d like to meet up with one (1) lovely singing android lady at the midsummer ball, then hit that like button for a starter! i’ll be capping this at 5.

#puts this out here again..... eyes emoji

“Y’know, after the mess that this place just went through, something like this almost seems a little bit outta place to me.”

She’s absentmindedly speaking to the person standing next to her, not looking over at him quite yet but at least aware of his presence. Her gaze is more fixated on the tables, decorated with those soft lights as if trying to give the effect of fireflies lingering above them. Compared to the chaos they’d all witnessed not too long ago, it was a bit... odd, seeing something so peaceful.

Meiko takes a sip of her drink, before finally shifting her gaze to the one standing next to her, and offering a sort of apologetic smile towards the man.

“Sorry, sorry. Guess this might be normal, or something, but when you’re new, I guess everything seems weird instead.”

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#( .ingoldentent )#ca midsummer #(meiko voice) ok this is cool and all but didnt we just get hecked by monsters like 5 minutes ago tfw

She watches the liquid in her glass swirl as she plays with it, eyes carefully fixated on the drink as though it were the most fascinating thing in the area.

It was, by far, not, but she wasn’t quite sure what to do with herself at the moment. It felt odd--something like this would’ve been right up Kaito’s alley, and yet the poor fellow had declined to come. Not like he’d been in any state to have a good time here, she was sure...

Meiko sighs; softly, glancing up at the sky above before a figure catches her attention in the corner of her eyes. Her body shifts, and a small sort of grin appears on her features as she somewhat recognizes the man approaching her.

“Oh, if it isn’t mister mansion owner,” She chimes, taking a quick swig of the alcohol in her glass before glancing down at the liquid once more. “...I guess I never really properly thanked you for letting me stay. But really, I gotta thank you more for taking care of my brother in this mess.”

A soft laugh escapes her, as she looks up once more towards Daylen. “He’s had it rough. Rougher than I have, but I’ve been through the roof worrying about him. Kind of a shame alcohol doesn’t work on robots, otherwise I’d be... well. Stress relief is a thing people use it for, right?”

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#( .themagehero )#ca midsummer #tw alcohol /#casually mentions she's a robot. doesn't that imply kaito is a robot too. well surprise! daylen------

since it’s now Ball Time, it’s time to throw out a starter call here! meiko’s going to be a little bit off her usual self since uh–things that happened during the hell event that just went on, but she’ll still be ready to have a good time! and dance, if you’re up for that. she’s one hell of a dancer.

so if you’d like to meet up with one (1) lovely singing android lady at the midsummer ball, then hit that like button for a starter! i’ll be capping this at 5.

#ca rp ad #ca midsummer #boyo boyo boyo!!! revs my engines