what a PAIN

indie himiko yumeno AP

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triggertruth‌:

the look of pure and unadulterated shock on the detective’s face is, quite frankly, hilarious from an outside perspective. the magician’s joke has flown completely over shuichi’s head, leaving him vaguely embarrassed and incredibly confused. he really hopes yumeno isn’t going to spread these sorts of stories around… but would anyone believe her if she tried?

he composes himself somewhat, still unable to shake the stammer in his voice as he tries to shake off the sense of nerves clawing up his arms and throat. “ah, um… t-thank you, i guess. i don’t… really think i’m too interesting, though. you’re um… a lot more interesting than i am.”

in an effort to dispel attention away from himself lest his heart get swelled by it, he decides to humour yumeno, humour her so she’ll be too happy to cast another thought towards him. “so, um… w-what’s mage training like?”

        “ he-he -- of COURSE i am. mages... are the most interesting of ALL. “

    not words she EXACTLY agrees with, but she does push forward such ideals. in a fantasy world, magic was WAY more exciting than facts and logic. but here? where such things dictate survival and moving forward in a TWISTED reality... himiko knows that being a detective is far superior. he may not BELIEVE in himself too much, but she KNOWS his use here is far more than her own. she’s lucky she has not been targeted yet. she still expects she WILL be, despite her simple desire of making everyone SMILE. 

    but there is something ENDEARING about his fluster in being complimented. the way he stutters, it’s actually REALLY cute -- and it is something that has come to be EXPECTED from him. as if he couldn’t POSSIBLY be the true savior here. everyone KNOWS how necessary he is. though... that COULD put a target on his back too. what a PAIN.

          “ nyeh... i can’t... tell you really. it’s a SECRET of course... but it is very tiring. i repeat everything a whole LOT... to make sure when the time comes it is PERFECT for the stage... i also practice my... SHOWMANSHIP. that drains mana too... “

     how she APPRECIATES the fact that she calls it mage training rather than magician training. so few here would give such kindness in following her fantasy. 

          “  although... it is a bit LONELY practicing... without my master. “

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    all she remembers is WALKING through the hallway, only to be welcomed by the void of darkness suddenly. passing out in the hall, it’s no WONDER that one of her classmates brought her to the nurse. most of them would see that as ABNORMAL, but when one lacks proper rest such as the MAGE, these things become all too normal. and so when she WAKES from the impromptu nap, sitting up within the nurses office, there is LITTLE reaction initially. a WIDE yawn, followed by a hand lifting to rub at her eyes a bit. hair a MESS from resting, she still does not feel particularly rested, but at least her body does not feel like STONE.

      sitting up a SHARP pain runs through her head -- did she HIT it when she fell asleep? a wince upon lazy features and she swings her legs off of the cot but does not yet stand. instead, amber hues roam the room lazily as she looks for the nurse. spotting her -- a proclamation is made, as if to MAKE herself seem more in control than she is.

            “ my mana has been.... recharged. i’m... going back to class. “

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the-taboo-king‌:

   His jaw tightens when he hears her sniffling. Arms shift and the longing to reach out to comfort her rises with greater strength. It is no wonder that he is the villain of this story. His very existence causes pain to those he encounters. Even here, when he had started out encountering someone that could see the world as he does, that could accept the grandeur with which he holds himself, Gundham finds a way to ruin it, to turn the smaller one against him. He should have known attempting a conversation was stupid.

   Desperate mind tries to find a way out of this, something that doesn’t make it appear as if he is running away from a crying girl. That would be a most shameful sight indeed. At first, he finds panic beginning to rise within him and Gundham takes a half-step back, that desire to flee making itself known. But then she says something which provides him with the perfect escape plan. And so, he straightens again, features going hard as harms cross over his chest in an attempt to keep them still.

   “Oh? So you are not at full power, then? How unfortunate,” He says, tone taking on a condescending note. It is difficult to hold the softness still tries to take over. “It would be terribly boring if I were to crush you instantly. I’d much rather face you when your power is at its zenith. As such, I will leave you to tremble with anticipated fear.”

   With a dramatic turn on his heels Gundham’s gaze is torn from the tearful mage. He hates how his heart ache, how the guilt twists his gut, but he keeps his shoulders strong as he clings to his persona. He strides away, coat fluttering behind him. As he walks he says one more thing, voice projecting towards her.

   “I look forward to witnessing your true might, Mage Yumeno.”

     she does not KNOW what she will do next. if he continues to challenge her, she KNOWS she will crumble beneath his very AURA. her’s is no match for such dominion, not when her form is so DRAINED of any energy. the tears in her eyes have sapped her already wanning energy -- fear was one of those things that could steal it all away so QUICKLY. what a terrible curse she lives with, forced to suffer such EXHAUSTION all the time. 

     but she does feel RELIEF break over her form as she watches him take that step backwards. no longer QUITE as intimidating, no longer LOOMING over her shorter stature. that shaking begins to quell a bit -- deep breath taken to attempt to calm herself in the break in fear. she still STIFFENS as he speaks, but as he continues on, amber hues blink up at him -- surprised that he is speaking that he will back off for a time. is this MERCY? it sure feels like it, even if she doesn’t have the motivation to search for a deeper meaning in it.

       “ a... a worthy foe indeed. the great mage... himiko yumeno can... acknowledge a DESIRE to f-face off on a fair... battleground. once my mana is recharged... you’ll see! “

     so she SAYS but is her mana ever recharged? exhaustion drawing at her limbs -- effort placed in every little motion. if she was not so SCARED of him crushing her with his bare hands, she MIGHT have asked him to carry her back to her room. it’s too far away. but no, she will not do something so CHILDISH. her stature was bad enough for making her seem so when she WISHES to be seen as anything but that. 

                “ you... best prepare for a MIGHTY battle then -- anti-mage tanaka! “

     the call is an ATTEMPT to have some sort of conviction. but with him turned away she takes a step back and slumps against the tree with an exhausted sigh. finally able to relax and be left to simmer in her own shortcomings. a pale hand lifts to wipe those traitorous tears away. 

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fictes‌:

a  snail’s  pace  is  far            too  slow  for  television  :        far  too  slow  for  the  hastened  overlock  of  shirogane’s  mind  as  it  perforates  the  details .        dosage  up  …        snip  those  ends ,        and  maybe  start  the  memory  mod  a  little  ahead  of  the  others      ——

“ hm ?        oh ,        yeah . ”        forgive  her  :        simply  lost  in  the  world  behind  her  bifocals .        every  conversation  is  an  opportunity ,        and  opportunity  makes  for  powerful  revision .        yumeno  was  one  of  her  oddest  choices ,        the  most  questioned  ;

(  ‘ she’ll  be  stage  -  ready !        people  lose  it  when  the  little  ones  die ! ’  )        “ y’know ,        in  past  seasons ,        cast  members  used  to  be  kept  in  total  isolation  …        like  little  fighting  fish . ”        it’s  weathered  eyes   &   warm  smiles  :        whatever  it  takes .

“ …        not  anymore ,        though .        in  fact ,        yumeno - san ,        you  guys  are  the  first  since  danganronpa’s  premiere  season  to  get  to  bond  before  showtime !        and  we  all  know  how  special  that  turned  out  …        it’s  a  real  perk ,        doing  this  with  friends . ”

the  phone  keeps  on  buzzing  ;        her  heart  keeps  on  sighing .        god ,        she  loves  this  girl      ——     loves  them  all .        when  shirogane  looks  at  yumeno ,        she  doesn’t  see  that  little  medical  chart  :        she  sees  the  costume .        the  title .        her  magician .

            “ they’re  all  special  …        just  like  you .        so  try  for  me ,        ‘ kay ? ”

      “ of... course i’ll TRY. i want... i want friends. “

   but will they want HER? she’s talked to them in group chats, but none of them know her, not really. and she does not know THEM either. so much left uncertain, this is why she is so nervous to meet them. she almost WONDERS if it would be better to merely be kept in isolation. if it would QUELL her worry before the game begins. to not KNOW, to not risk this new SELF before meeting them. a sigh escapes her lips as she trails after the other. WONDERING if she thinks she’s  a burden TOO.

       “ it is an... honor... but -- i almost feel it would be easier the old way... there’s some people i really... don’t want to meet. like... kaito. “

    he scared her in the chats. so ABRASIVE and trying to be the leader when all he does is insult everyone. with anonymity she could easily retort and offer up some kind of argument, but in person? she knows she will be shaking like a leaf. and yet despite such FEAR -- a yawn leaves her lips. a heavy thing for a girl so small, and yet all too common for her. 

                                                 “ are you... nervous at all? “

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the wheels are turning SLOWLY in her mind – as she thinks about the only thing that is TRULY worth her effort: magic. a new trick in her mind, she will need a volunteer to help out. but such a thing is generally DIFFICULT for her to approach others with because she KNOWS that so many of them will immediately denounce it as not being magic after all. but there is ONE person she can think of that is usually okay with learning new things. the worst she could get out of it is a little wasted energy and a NO.

   and so that is how she finds herself standing before the anthropologist. it is QUITE the sight, short stature in comparison to his height – and then there is the matter of the very REAL saw blade in her grasp. of course, she has no NEFARIOUS plans with it, but it could be a concerning sight to SOME. but when she speaks she holds the SAME flat demeanor she always keeps about – not QUITE meaning her words to come out the way they do.

                         “ hey…. can i saw you in half? “

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opulentos‌:

“I’m completely aware that you can’t reach it.”

                     He hasn’t gone back to looking at his book just yet, instead his gaze remains on the tiny ‘ mage ‘. Had he been a decent person, he certainly would have gotten the book for her. However, seeing as he wasn’t a good person, he elected to just sit there, a bit of a frown on his face, and allow her to struggle on her own. Had there been some benefit for him in doing so, he likely would have provided a bit of aid. –Maybe.

                    With his from becoming more defined, the heir finally glanced downwards at his book; not ending the conversation, but clearly not willing to give her his full attention now.

“I see a problem. You. You took the time to bother me, someone clearly busy, when you could have simply grabbed a chair to use and kept quiet.”

           “ nyeh... so MEAN. i’m going to cast a... curse on you. “

    soft words as she looks up at him with that same expression. though her body STILL threatens to quake in her boots he REMINDS her of why she genuinely avoids most people -- why her SLEEPY stature is sometimes not such a BOTHER. a hefty SIGH leaves her lips as she slowly walks away from him. she’ll show him not to mess with her -- besides getting out of his general vicinity will LESSEN the fear, and embolden her motions. she does not WANT his help any longer.

     she grabs a chair and VERY SLOWLY begins dragging it through the room -- a loud screech coming from the wood against wood. she could make it QUIETER but she is attempting to annoy him now. setting it down beside him, she prepares to CLIMB up it -- and very PURPOSELY steps on his foot as she gets up on it and grabs the book she had been seeking for. 

                                 “ behold -- the curse of FOOT pain. “

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zetsubo-okashi‌:

It’d be a lie to say Junko hadn’t been watching the girl the whole time. In fact, her eyes hadn’t left her the entire time, if only for the outlandish outfit she’d walked in with. What was she, some kinda street performer?

Sounds gross, she better keep those dirty mitts off the merchandise!

Finally, she speaks! Usually when Junko sees people not able to make a choice, she’d chime in, but she feared the girl didn’t even speak the same language. There’s comfort in knowing that she at least could communicate with this weirdo and get this moving.

“Well, the caramels sell better, but in my expert opinion, the strawberry is like, totally superior. People just like to stick to simpler stuff, y’know?” The normal condescending tone isn’t present in her voice. Maybe, when she actually gets to talk candy, Junko is capable of being civil!

Who knew!

“And anyone who looks as weird as you has to get something against the grain. It’d be like, totally uncharacteristic if you bought plain ol’ caramel!”

There it is.

     she is OBLIVIOUS to the judgement of the other girl as she looks upon the wares. after all, she IS rather used to weird looks. even as a MEMBER of hope’s peak, there would always be judgement placed upon a mage. she doesn’t mind it TOO much so long as she isn’t burned at the stake for witchcraft or something like that. a SLOW nod is given in response to the suggestion. that DOES make sense. caramel is pretty popular. another long moment FOLLOWS in which she finishes contemplating.

                                    “ -- strawberry then... i want strawberry. “

      which is PROBABLY what she would have picked anyways. there is no comment placed upon the idea of her being WEIRD. so long as she wasn’t being accused of being a FAKE, there was not much merit in arguing such things in the middle of a candy store. it would take up way too much energy. and she needs that for the walk back to the school. what a pain. pale hands move to her bag to pull out a wallet decorated with doves and bunnies.

                     “ make it a.... big bag please. i need lot’s to refill my mana after casting spells. “

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opulentos‌:

                       Byakuya spent a lot of time in the library, honestly. From going over case files, to studying classic literature, he rarely ever found himself bored; which was rather shocking given that the heir was incredibly difficult to keep entertained. On top of that, the library was one of the few places where he could get away from his peers. Most of them were people he truly didn’t care for, much less care to be around, thus such a place was incredibly important for him.

                      However, his peace was short lived. As the other spoke to him, his gaze was forcibly removed from his book; his stare ice cold and clearly not pleasant. Very few dared to ask the heir of the most powerful family in the nation for anything, and unfortunately for this so called mage, she was going to find out exactly why that was.

“Do I look like your servant? Get it yourself.”

    what a HARSH stare for such a simple question. if she thought he was some kind of SERVANT she would have demanded it instead of asking so nicely. there was a PLEASE in there and everything -- she wasn’t a rude girl. her master had taught her proper manners. CLEARLY no one had ever taught this blond haired jerk proper manners. and yet despite the waves of irritation within, sleepy features remain calm. there is a NEAR temptation to cower under such a stare -- she has never been the MOST brave, but she is not quite there yet.

          “ i can’t... i can’t reach it. that’s why i asked.... for HELP. “

     after all, asking for help for her can be DIFFICULT sometimes. the short mage did not PARTICULARLY like drawing attention to the fact that her shortness effected her. or that her childish stature made things WAY more difficult for her. but sometimes she had no choice. half lidded eyes remain so lazily upon him.

             “ it’s just... grabbing a book. i don’t see the problem. “

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YUMENO  LOOKS  EXHAUSTED .      ( YOU  AND        shirogane  both ,      honey . )      at  such  a  distance  as  this ,      that  fatigue  draws  deep ,      dark  moon - marks  into  that  girl’s  cheeks ;      how  much  makeup  will  it  take  to  fix  that ?      oh ,      so  much  to  do .

and  very  little  time .      shirogane  would  love  to  retreat  back  to  her  office    —     prop  herself  up  in  her  cushy  chair  behind  her  cushy  desk ,      and  prepare  for  the  long  night’s  drudgery  of  script  refinement .      those  were  the  days !      when  did  she  last  sit  down ?

but  yumeno  sees  her ,      of  course ,      and  shirogane  freezes  on  her  heel    —     considers  sprinting  for  it    —     but  these  shoes  were  expensive .      her  shoulders  fall  a  little  further .      shirogane  isn’t  due  at  flashback  for  thirty ;      guess  we’re  doing  this .

“—     yumeno - san ! ”        eyes  bright !      smile  wide !      this  girl’s  a  chapter  two  at  best ,      after  all :      how  many  of  these  moments  will  they  have ?      she  strides  down  the  hall ,      steps  tight  &  purposeful .      her  work  phone  pulses  in  her  pocket .

“ nice  to  see  you  out  and  about !      i  know  it’s  a  bit  …      imposing ,      right  now  … ”        what  with  the looming  season ;      yumeno’s  idiot  parents .        shirogane  beams  down  at  her .        “ oh ,      but  your  cast - mates  will  be  here  soon !      did  you  need  something ? ”

     is it ODD that she thinks she sees that hesitation in shirogane’s form? she may not be the MOST observant of people considering her constant state of exhaustion -- but it CERTAINLY seems like there is something here. of course, it can be brushed off so EASILY in the face of that wide smile. so welcome, so DIFFERENT how people usually look at her. it’s like she is not an INCONVENIENCE for once. and she KNOWS she is not. having been selected for the game, this is her destiny. she will BE someone, have a chance to LIVE even if it is for a short time without the weight of the world upon exhausted shoulders. this is her escape.

                  “ it is imposing but mostly because... i’ve been afraid to fall asleep somewhere i don’t know. it’s okay though now... at least i see someone i KNOW. “

      because there is no CONTROL, she cannot help it if she slumps over in the hallways, or if she crashes down the stairs. a myriad of bruises, she is a walking danger. but she IS happy to see the other. loneliness has CONSTRICTED her heart for far too long, and shirogane knows EVERYTHING about her. there is no need to hide her condition. a small smile settles on pale features -- a HAPPY expression unabashedly portrayed.

            “ hehe -- nothing in PARTICULAR. i am... kind of nervous about meeting the others thought. i guess... that’s normal, right? “

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tanteitive‌:

himiko’s always been a mystery to him. her emotions are kept under such a thick veil of exhaustion that he’s certain they’re a mystery to her as well. the simple act of being a mystery to one’s own self is definitely something that appeals to shuichi. it’s something he can relate to, on some level. who is he? what motivates him? this killing game has only exacerbated the desire to know the answers to those questions.

right now, it’s kaede. but once he fulfils his promise to her… what then?

but when the mage laughs, shuichi allows that to fall from his mind, focusing instead on her response. “that’s surprising to me. you’re definitely an interesting person, himiko.” a pause. “a-ah, um… that’s not to say that i’m… hitting on you or anything. i’m just curious, a-as a friend.”

       an interesting person? when was the LAST time the mage had heard something like that uttered without the sound of judgement? so often people linked interesting with STRANGE -- or merely called her a freak for her beliefs. it was kind of NICE. and then there’s his next words. they make it EASIER to focus on real life, on things that won’t drag her down. but most IMPORTANTLY they bring a smile to her face. it is a SLOW one, but it is genuine.

           “ hehe... MAYBE you were hitting on me... i am such a CUTE mage after all. “

     but she’s JOKING -- whether he catches it or not. himiko knows she’s not the type of girl the guys go after. or ANYONE for that matter. just the thought of someone ACTUALLY wanting her does excite her though, almost as if she is reaching for that FORBIDDEN fruit. the only one it seems who wanted her was TENKO and that frightened her STILL.

                     “ nyeh... but thanks... i think you’re interesting too... “

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the-taboo-king‌:

   He can see the fear in her features. How she cowers before him giving him a sliver of pleasure. It makes his sinister grin widen, the breeder amused by how she tries to keep that fear at bay. It is almost a pathetic sight. A tiny thing shaking like a leaf but still standing firm. Pathetic and admirable. She looks so close to fleeing but there is something about her that also tells him that she is frozen in place. Gundham should revel in this, play off that fragile bravery she is showing him, but something gives him pause. A glistening on her cheeks.

   Are those … tears? Despite his initial enjoyment the breeder feels a pang forming in his heart. The grin wavers, lessening as a little horror slips into his eyes. He feels that guilt blooming before it should, a sense of just how despicable he is sinking into him. He’s made her cry and he hates himself for it. Something in him wants to make it better but that isn’t the role he is playing. There is a moment where he grapples with this kindness, forcing himself back into the villain.

   “Your fear is palpable, lethargic one,” He says, that sinister note not leaving his tone despite a softness that now touches his words.

   This is harder than he thought. He needs to leave before that weakness overcomes his persona. Gundham knows the longer he stays in her tearful presence the need to calm her will become unbearable and to give into such a desire would ruin everything he’s built. He cannot allow that. Gundham needs to come up with a way to retreat without breaking his act.

   “I doubt your quivering cowardice can bring forth even the simplest of spells. Shall I push you into testing me or leave you here in your dread? Hmm, such a dilemma.”

   And he goes with taunting. It should help for now.

    of COURSE he can feel her fear -- anyone with EYES can see that she is trembling so much. what a COWARD, talking a big game and then faltering when the moment comes. no WONDER her master abandoned her. he was probably trying to find someone more WORTHY -- but she’ll prove it to him... she’ll prove it to everyone -- starting with her proclaimed rival before her. her magic is REAL and it is strong, and all that she NEEDS in this world. that is ALL.

      those shaking hands remain balled up in black fabric, sniffles leaving her form as she TRIES to get herself under control. he is no longer quite so LOOMING before her -- something has CHANGED, but she doesn’t have the energy to focus on it. she doesn’t have the energy for ANYTHING -- a curse put upon her by an anti-mage. one that keeps her up all NIGHT because of the nightmares, ANOTHER thing she cannot escape. will HE be in tonight’s?

               “ i-i’m not a coward! i’m just... i’m just running low on MANA -- okay? if it wasn’t right after practice... i w-would have the power to MAKE you s-see the truth. it’s... it’s a lucky day for you! “

       because even now she HOLDS on so tight -- lack of mana is such a CONVENIENT excuse when she knows the truth -- when EVERYONE knows the truth. how CLOSE this had been to being something fun, maybe someone she could TALK to. but now? now -- he is nothing but ANOTHER nonbeliever placed in her stead. a burden to overcome.

                   “ n-nothing... nothing scares the great himiko yumeno! “

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     she MAY not really have a problem with kiibo -- but she DOES have a problem with science. that is all that is on her mind as she looks at him with such a GLOOMY expression. after all, he is an epitome of the subject. how OFTEN scientists came and debunked the hidden truths of magic shows -- THEY were why people doubted her magic. and so it was a QUIET grudge. something she would not say out loud because she KNOWS that everyone else would laugh at her. she HATES when people laugh at her.

     and so she just STARES and stares at the robot. actually, the effort of it is starting to get straining. before she knows it, mouth parts in a BIG yawn, a hand rising to rub at her eyes. inwardly she SIGHS -- this is such a pain, time better spent sitting in her lab or TRYING to sleep. nonetheless, a MUMBLED response comes from her lips.

                                       “ ... do you ever get TIRED? “

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     there are so many CHOICES to make here -- so many things that smell so good that she does not know what she would rather choose. indecisive qualities and a SLOWER demeanor do not make for a good combination when trying to pick out candy. himiko has already been standing her QUITE some time as she gazes upon the delectables, amber hues moving over them slowly. there is no RUSH -- though she knows that sometimes shop keeps have trouble with such hesitation.

      a hand rises to her chin -- thoughtful expression parusing pale features as she considers it. she has it narrowed down at least but the final choice is proving to be a bit more DIFFICULT than expected. finally her gaze lifts to the one who created all of this, head tilting just SO in such a childish manner.

                          “ -- is... the caramel or strawberry more popular? “