Sango Wako

Wako Fishing Co.

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Trashy Music on a Ship | Kayla | Chapter 2 Event | CLOSED for Sango

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Okay, Sango’s inability to understand that Kayla’s absurd obsession with trash was anything short of a series of jokes meant that she was actually appreciating this conversation… It was legitimately amusing. “I think you’re going for the word ‘sentient’ there, junklord.” She did feel a slight pang of guilt when Kayla claimed to feel she belonged alongside trash. Are we getting deep here? Is Kayla admitting to suffering from depression? Does she need someone to talk to? Even if Kayla was just joking, which… let’s face it, she wasn’t, self-deprecation humor wasn’t really Sango’s thing.

“Hey, don’t say rubbish like that…” Sango grinned as she came up with yet another synonym. “You’re not trash. You should be proud of where you’re at, and what you are. I mean up til the Monos took over, this was supposed to be to celebrate us as the best of our generation, y’know? If you’re not feeling like socializing though, you don’t have to. No one’s going to make you.”

“It’s good to enjoy what you do. I know that I enjoyed my job…” There’s a hint of sadness in her eye. “It may not have been glamorous, and it may have been dangerous, but… It’s what I enjoy doing… It’s what I’m good at. I’ll tell you now, I wish I were out doing that rather than being stuck here for the past week and a half.” Sango shrugged. “Since we got here though? I’ve been doing a lot of the same. Helps me relax… Feels like home when I look out there, y’know?

I tried swimming, but it’s way too cold at this point. Even if the pool’s heated, you’ll freeze your ass off as soon as you get out of the water. Lately, I’ve just been trying to take care of Sorrel and Chieko-san… Hanging out with Vera.” Sango left it at that, figuring she’d leave the conversation open for Kayla to continue in whatever direction she pleased.

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What's Left Undone | Chapter 2 | Chikako/Sango

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“Hey, I ain’t sugar-coating shit. What you did was fecking dumb, I’m not saying it wasn’t. If it hadn’t been used to kill Kareta-san, it would’ve gotten YOU killed. Who knows, maybe she would have died a worse death otherwise. The point is, what you did didn’t matter in the end. We… We caught the bad guy, and gave Kareta-san justice...” Sango was staring at the floor by the end of the last sentence. “I don’t want you to be responsible for this… Because if you are, then the same reasoning that says that you are, says I’m the reason my dad’s probably… dead.” Sango squeezed her eye shut managing to avoid the tears gathering from spilling over.

“Honestly? The sea is more home to me than just about anywhere… It’s actually pretty relaxing to be able to look out there and see the waves crashing around us… At least to me. It reminds me of being back on my dad’s vessels, doing what I do best… I guess the boat could be a little less stable… Make it feel more like a home.” Sango was at least trying to keep the mood kind of light.

“We did get stranded a couple times though… Parts break, and you just have to sit until someone can bring it out to ya, or you risk breaking the whole ship… Not quite the same thing though. Never actually been lost. In fact, dad taught me to be able to do celestial navigation so that if we ever didn’t have all our navigation equipment, I could still get us home.”

“But… nah, we’re not just gonna drop off the map forever. This boat has to eat a lot of fuel… It’s eventually going to need to refuel… At which point it’ll have three options. Go to port, giving us a chance to escape, bring in someone to run fuel to it, which we could commandeer their vessel and escape, or… it could leave us floating dead in the water… At which point it wouldn’t be able to avoid search crews anymore.

In the meantime, Hiiragi-san’s clan is looking for us, Ikuta’s company is probably hunting for his boat, my mom has probably gotten nearly every fishing vessel in the feckin’ world keeping an eye out for us. It’ll be a miracle if Monokuma can avoid getting spotted for too much longer. But yes… This whole situation is pretty fecked up.”

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What's Left Undone | Chapter 2 | Chikako/Sango

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Sango seemed thoroughly unimpressed by the source of her distress, however when Chikako questions Sango’s appearance, a frown sets itself prominently on her face. “What? No.” Sango stepped further into the room, approaching the anthropologist. “I came here because you screamed, and I was worried someone might be trying to er…” She trailed off. “You know what I mean.”

Sango didn’t get directly between Chikako and the console, but at least got close enough she couldn’t be ignored. “Look… You’re not responsible for what happened… At least no more than I’m responsible for my dad getting involved in all this. When I accepted my invitation to HPA, I never expected any of this shit. When you made your uh… trap thingy, you didn’t expect it to be used against one of your classmates. I can’t keep beating myself up over how my actions may have resulted in my dad being… well, at the very least, being captured. You shouldn’t beat yourself up over this either.

If Dan was going to kill someone, they were going to do it either way… They were kinda an asshole. They just… used you, and your work to do something that was gonna happen regardless.” She sighed. “I’m sorry that I got pissed at you during the trial. Things were kinda heated, and… yeah.”

“It’s uh… probably best to just let Bubba-san rest in peace though… I think Monokuma was pretty clear that he didn’t buy into the whole video game being able to make its own decisions thing. If you did anything with it, he’d just blame you, and… After what happened with Sorrel and Chieko, we’ve all seen what his punishments are like. Don’t let that happen to you.”

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The world is a stage and youre in the middle of it||Vera||Closed for Sango

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When Vera finished speaking, Sango let out a breath she hadn’t even been aware she was holding. She looked away, though the exceedingly wide grin was plain upon her face. She hadn’t worn one of those since she got on this ship. “Really? So… That’s good then, right? We uh… We both like each other.” Sango was more or less staring at the floor as she awkwardly reached her hand towards Vera’s. Once their hands touched, Sango brought her eye back up to gaze into the singer’s. “So…” She laughed nervously. “I’ve never done this before either… What do we do now? Are we a thing now? Like…”

Vera’s confirmation had Sango elated. Such a range of emotions since Vera had walked in, but Sango was definitely happy right now. It was clear just by looking at her.

Her eye widened with realization, and a wry smile crept across her lips. “We should have a date night!” There was excitement in her voice. “I’ll take care of everything. Give me a couple days to get everything ready… So… two days from now… 6:30. I’ll pick you up at your room. It’ll be great.” It sounded like she had already planned this out beforehand. “You uh… don’t have any allergies or anything right?”

“This is great! I…” She stood from her chair, and stood in front of her new girlfriend. “C-can I like… hug you… or something?”

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The world is a stage and youre in the middle of it||Vera||Closed for Sango

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Sango raised a brow, the term not clicking immediately. “Court you what do you-“ THERE IT IS. “Wha- I… Uh uhm… I-I uh…” Under her breath Vera could probably hear a “Dammit Sorrel!” The deckhand’s face was now redder than her hair. “I uh… Hoo boy…” Was it getting hotter in here? For someone who had been missing her jacket since the trial, she sure was sweating.

“I… guess I should just say it, right?” Sango took in a deep breath. “I uh… I like you a lot Vera. Y-you don’t have to say anything, I mean… I don’t even know if you swing the same way, I just…” Sango grabbed hold of either side of her hat, and pulled down… It didn’t exactly to hide her face, but she was nervous. “I like you. Y-you’re pretty, and talented, and nice, and… Please don’t let this feck up our friendship.” Genuine worry could be seen in Sango’s eye as she peered into Vera’s hoping for some hint of how she felt about all this.

The girl dropped her hands to her lap, realizing how odd she must look, but it didn’t take long for her to be wringing her hands anxiously. “S-so…?”

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Trashy Music on a Ship | Kayla | Chapter 2 Event | CLOSED for Sango

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Sango’s laugh, clearly forced, warranted a questioning look from Kayla. She raised a brow at the deckhand. Why was she laughing? And, forcefully, at that. Strange. Did Kayla say something funny? Was she being awkward? People were so confusing. They were much less of a comfort than the literal bags of trash she was used to dealing with. If only everyone on this ship could be replaced with those. Then, she wouldn’t have to worry about being killed by someone else, or even just having others talk to her.

With the jacket now returned to Sango, what next? Would it be awkward to just leave? She certainly felt awkward standing in place, though. Was there anything Sango wanted to talk about? If so, it probably wouldn’t be anything that interested Kayla, but, at least it would give her something to do, even it it was unpleasant. Oh, the indecisiveness. Kayla hugged her stuffed animal to her chest, and lowered her face into it. The rabbit’s familiar softness provided a sense of homeliness in this awkward situation.

Just as she was about to question the rabbit over what should be done, Kayla’s attention was brought back to Sango as the latter spoke. And, a second later, a hand was extended to the English girl. She looked down at it blankly for a second, before hesitantly accepting the hand into her own with an excessively strong grip. “Kayla Stern, Garbage Collector. Hello, Trash.” Wow. Sango literally just introduced herself, and already, Kayla dismissed her name.

How was Kayla liking the karaoke event? Well… Her eyes scanned over the room, noting the interactions people were having with each other. They seemed like they were having fun, which was questionable. Who could have fun speaking to other trash? Much less over some karaoke.

“I only got here a minute ago.” Kayla’s eyes returned to meet Sango’s, well, single eye. “I don’t like social events like these. Too much noise. I much prefer my silent garbage over the talkative garbage that litters this world.” She shrugged. “But if they’re having fun, so be it.” As if she didn’t just say something that could anger Sango, she took a seat beside where Sango used to be sitting.

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For the moment at least, Sango was still under the impression it’s a joke. Kayla has no reason to be insulting her, Sango had been nothing but nice to the girl. This was probably just a bit she to work through the awkwardness of a first encounter. Unfortunately it didn’t really make things any less awkward, but hey, if it helped Kayla, it was fine. If this was the game they were playing, Sango could play too. “Hey, someone who doesn’t just go limp fish. Good for you. Well, it’s nice meeting ya, ruler of refuse.” Was this a fight of who could come up with the most synonyms for trash?

Sango seemed to think so.

“Eh… It’s not really my kinda thing either, but…” She looked over to Vera. “I figured if she’s putting this much effort into it, I should at least participate, y’know? Besides… The company isn’t THAT bad.” She’s throwing you a bone here Kayla. Ah, who am I kidding? You’re just going to throw it away.

“So, if you’re not the social type, what do you like doing? I admit, I’ve found myself wishing there was more to do on this ship.” Granted, that requires someone dying. Probably not something you should wish for Sango.

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The world is a stage and youre in the middle of it||Vera||Closed for Sango

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“Wait, I’m older than you? Huh…” There wasn’t anything behind that, I promise. “Well… If I’m right about how long we’ve been here, you’ll probably be 18 pretty soon, so… Looks like they wouldn’t be able to anyway, right?” She offered a weak laugh. “If you wind up needing a place to stay, I can help you out. The uh… Fishing business is pretty lucrative.” Sango didn’t particularly like talking about money, but… She certainly had it. She had incurred no real expenses, and the pay for a deckhand on one of her father’s ships was substantial… Not to mention all the money Watari had set aside for her for when she came of age.

Sango grinned. “I’ve got you then. You don’t have to worry anymore, alright? I mean… don’t go looking for trouble, but… you get what I mean.” The heaviness of the conversation had lifted thankfully, and… things were going well… And suddenly Vera was blushing up a storm. Sango raised a brow… Did she miss something here? “Help you to… what?” No Sango ‘too’ as in also… Too bad you can’t see the subtitles.

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The world is a stage and youre in the middle of it||Vera||Closed for Sango

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“I’m… not really sure… I mean, during my uh… surgery, I was out for a couple days, but… months?” She shrugs. Doesn’t really matter if we understand it I guess… It still happened.”

Sango gave a small smile, letting go of one of Vera’s hand to move her own up to her shoulder. “If it’s any consolation, they probably won’t ever know what happened… Between Ikuta and HPA, I’m sure there’ll be a cover-up… They can’t risk losing income over something like this.” Sango paused for a moment. “Uh… How old are you? Doesn’t Russia have their age of adulthood at 18? When’s your birthday?”

The rest of Vera’s worries are pretty heavy though. “I get that… It’s… It’s a shitty situation… But…” Sango was struggling to find a silverlining to try to pick things back up with. Instead she went with the only thing that came to mind. “I can’t say that nothing else is going to happen, but… Let me take one worry off that list. I’m not going anywhere. I can take care of myself.”

A wide grin appeared on her lips. “I can take care of you too… If you’ll let me. I won’t let anything happen to you.” She could feel her ears burning. It was possible this was her way of trying to ask to spend more time with the opera singer. Eventually she would need to be a bit more explicit about her intentions.

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A Bad Time || Void Ends || Execution Reaction (Closed for Oneiro and Sango)

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To be fair, Sango came prepared for the summer, not… this. All she has is tanktops. Sango shook her head at Oneiro’s question, but hesitated to answer. “Precip, yeah. Snow? Not in the middle of June… When we’re supposed to be sailing south.” She’d let them piece together the rest… Everything recently had been far too stressful, and she was too distracted to go in any more detail.

“She’ll… She’ll be fine. She’s a tough little shit.” Sango found it difficult to keep her eye on the path in front of her rather than the girl in her arms, soon though she’d have her in bed, and could start properly caring for her. In fact, it didn’t take too long for them to arrive at Oneiro’s room. She waited somewhat patiently for her to get the door open, and pushed her way inside, laying Chieko gently on her bed.

“H-hey, can one of you grab me a towel from the bathroom? Get something cleaner on her eye.” Once she had a clean towel, she swapped the compresses, tossing her bloodied shirt onto the nightstand. “I’ve got her. It’ll take a while for the bleeding to stop, but… She’ll be fine.” Sango spoke without taking her eyes off of Chieko. “She’ll be fine.”

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The world is a stage and youre in the middle of it||Vera||Closed for Sango

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Sango squeezed Vera’s hand back reassuringly. “I think it was the third day… Right before Monokuma and Monomi showed up? I think our dinner was drugged or something. It’s the only way I can really explain it. Though to keep us out for that long?” Sango shakes her head, the thought of being at the bear’s mercy for that long making her skin crawl.

“I talked with Hiiragi-san about it… Our best bet is going to be when he has to refuel or resupply. He’ll have to stop at a port, giving us an avenue of escape, or if nothing else, the port authorities will see the boat has been stolen. Alternatively, he could have a runner bring fuel, but… We might be able to commandeer it, and use it for our escape. Lastly, he could just leave it dead in the water, in which case, he’d be unable to avoid the rescue teams anymore.”

Sango nodded, some confidence back in her mannerisms. “There’s definitely a way out of this… It’s just going to take some time.” The conversation turned back towards her dad. “Yeah…” Sango sighed, squeezing Vera’s hand. “Well… That’s enough about that, don’t ya think?”

“What about you? Anything on you mind?”

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Trashy Music on a Ship | Kayla | Chapter 2 Event | CLOSED for Sango

Karaoke night. What a thing that was. Loud music, screeching vocals, and the human indecency in making a mess through the entire venue. With a group as large as this class was, and considering how loud they were, this might as well have been a whole concert. Kayla certainly didn’t like the sound of that (no pun intended). She would’ve liked to just be able to roam the rest of the ship while the others did their thing, but she felt some pressure, considering everyone else was attending. Besides, someone had to stay there to make sure the virtue of cleanliness was held up.

Now, if everyone was going to be there, then Kayla could expect to see Sango. There wouldn’t be a better chance than this to return a certain jacket to its rightful owner. Kayla picked the jacket off of her room’s floor, and, with her rabbit lying on top of the jacket, she walked towards the karaoke bar. 

God, the atmosphere was already insufferable. Look at all of the bumbling waste conversing with each other. Okay. Okay. Just get through the night, and it’ll be over. Okay. Kayla surveyed the room, looking for the familiar head of orange hair. Upon sighting it, she sighed, and moved up to the other girl, Sango.

“Hey,” Kayla said from behind Sango, aiming to gain her attention, “Here’s your garbage.” She picked the plushie off of the jacket and extended the jacket over to Sango. With her arm still outstretched, she turned her head away from Sango, and pouted. “Thanks, I guess. It was helpful.”

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Sango had attended and signed up to sing primarily because it was Vera who asked, and she certainly didn’t want to tell her no. In fact despite the admittedly entertaining show people were putting on with their yodeling, Sango had spent most of the night watching Vera. It was good to see her getting to know people. The opera singer seemed to be relatively shy most of the time, so this was good for her. In fact she was so distracted, that she didn’t really notice Kayla approaching.

“Hm?” Sango hummed inquisitively turning to the girl. She’d been hanging out with Sorrel too much. Non-verbal responses were becoming more common for her. “Ha ha.” Sango gave an over exaggerated laugh at her jacket being called garbage. It was a joke, yeah? Since Kayla was the SHSL Garbage Collector. “Thanks… Been freezing my ass off without it. Glad I could help though.”

A few moments silence later, Sango spoke again. “We haven’t really talked much, have we?” She stood and offered her hand to the girl. “Sango Wako, Deckhand.” Sango paused hunting for a conversation topic. “So… How you liking this shindig? Vera worked pretty hard on it, but… Seems like it’s going well. People are having fun.”

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The world is a stage and youre in the middle of it||Vera||Closed for Sango

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The pink tint to Vera’s cheeks brought a brief, but genuine smile to Sango’s face. Too bad things got deep a few moments later. That could have been a cute moment.

Sango was surprised when Vera took her hands. Didn’t the opera singer usually seem uncomfortable with physical contact? Maybe they were getting closer than she had realized? “I… I don’t know anymore. He’s not the kind of guy to just let this happen without having something to say about it. If they tried to take him hostage he would have fought… and we’ve seen what happens when you fight Monokuma.” Sango hung her head. “I hope he’s alright, but… I just don’t know.”

“Yeah I know I-“ Oh… shit, did she let that slip? She’d been trying to protect Vera from that fact… Though with recent events, she’d figure it out herself eventually. “It’s… It’s snowing Vera.” Sango let it sink in a moment. “We left in the middle of June, and were heading south. If… it had just been a week, it’d be getting warmer, not colder… Certainly not this cold.” She didn’t really want to burst Vera’s bubble and make her worry too, but she figured it was too late for that, and helping her realize it was her best bet. “We haven’t passed any of the landmarks I had planned for us, and… the sky is wrong. My dad taught me to navigate by the stars, and… This isn’t the sky we had when we left.”

“It doesn’t mean rescue isn’t coming… After talking to Takara, it definitely is. Her clan would have sent a search party, and knowing my mom, she’d have every fishing vessel on the sea keeping an eye out for us, but…” Sango frowned a bit. “It means they’ve probably been looking for the past 6 months… give or take.”

“Er… Sorry for kinda dumping all this on you. That’s not why you came here…”

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The world is a stage and youre in the middle of it||Vera||Closed for Sango

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A soft smile graced Sango’s lips. So, Vera cares about her... But she’s included with others in that statement, does that mean she only cares about Sango in the same fashion she cares about them, or does that mean Sango’s crush is reciprocated? Her cheeks gained a hint of pink at the thought. “Yeah… I don’t think I could pull another all-nighter anyway. I just… needed to stay with Chieko last night. She needed someone who could take care of her.” She could have given Kyohei a turn… But nah. She took it all upon herself.

Vera had the mind to say she was fine even after that? Sango could not say the same thing. She’d managed to stay strong up to the moment she saw her father’s reaction. As soon as she saw her daddy’s face, she was bawling and screaming… At least until shock took hold, and she ultimately passed out.

“There’s nothing wrong with you look Vera-chan. You’re beautiful. Even if you don’t er… enjoy it, I-I do.” Sango’s blush deepened wildly as she made an attempt to hone in on one thing, and deflect the rest of Vera’s concerns… Though that wasn’t fair, and she knew it.

“You’re right though… Things aren’t good.” Sango took a deep breath and sighed. She’d have liked to have just left it at complimenting Vera, but… things were about to get deep. “Nothing about this is good. I’ve been trying…” Sango shifted a bit, turning in her seat to look Vera face to face. “Trying to be the strong one, to stay positive, but… Feck, it’s getting hard to keep it up. I don’t know if my dad’s even alive at this point, Sutori and Miki sure as hell aren’t.” A little insensitive there, eh Sango? “Chieko’s life is feckin’ ruined, and Sorrel’s hurt, and too much of a stubborn ass to rest and recover.”

“Help isn’t coming. We’ve been out here for fecking MONTHS Vera.” Wait… They’d only been on the boat for a little over a week. Exaggerating a bit there Sango? “We’re stuck out here, and the bear is just going to make us keep playing his stupid game until all of us are…” Sango stopped, desperately trying to hold back tears. “I don’t want anyone else to die… I just… I wanna go home.” She gave a nervous chuckle. “That’s a horrible thing to say isn’t it? That… That I want to go home? The only way any of us go home is if someone dies…”

Sango punched the armrest between them. “This shit is NOT okay!”

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What's Left Undone | Chapter 2 | Chikako/Sango

Hooooooolllly shit.

There are a few up sides, and a few down sides to this situation. The lack of Sutori’s body at first services as it reverted to how it looked in the past shows that there is some direct human element in disposing of such things.

Corpses. They make such a mess, don’t they?

As Chikako makes her way to the day-care, she brainstorms new and more practical ways to at the very least HINDER this death game. Perhaps nothing lethal anymore, but she’s not the type of person to just stand aside and watch preventable events unfurl.

So, when she enters the day-care, she notices something, and screams.

“W T F????!!!!!!”

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Sango had slept better the previous night than she had since the bear had arrived, though it was probably more due to exhaustion than anything else. She also slept longer than she was used to, and admittedly panicked when it was the morning announcement that woke her. Her sleep schedule was officially ruined. Still a little extra sleep would probably help her to be perfectly honest. Only 4-5 hours of sleep each night wasn’t exactly healthy.

Regardless, once she was over the initial panic, she went through her usual morning routine, and began her day. Her casual stroll down the hall to the stairs was interrupted by yet another panic inducing sound. Screaming. Sango rounds the corner into the daycare, her fists already infront of her, prepared to take on whatever was in there.

Inside she saw… Chikako, screaming text speak for some reason. Taking a deep breath to calm herself Sango stepped into the room. Her heart was practically beating out of her chest. Nothing seemed like it was particularly dangerous… “Hey… Everything okay in here Sonoda-san?” There wasn’t any hostility in her voice, though there was a certain urgency behind it, betraying the adrenaline that had flooded her system.

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The world is a stage and youre in the middle of it||Vera||Closed for Sango

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Sango returned to her seat, now with company. It kinda defeated her purpose for coming here in the first place, but… She wasn’t exactly displeased with who she was now spending time with. Though she raised a brow at Vera’s next statement. “How exactly did I get lumped in with those two?” Last she checked, she wasn’t caught in an explosion leaving her injured to the point where she SHOULD be on bedrest. Lookin’ at you two Sorrel and Chieko.

“You don’t gotta worry about me. I’m fine.” Those words reminded her of her last interaction with the opera singer. “I… Things were a bit sketchy there for a while, but… I’m fine. Just… This hit a little closer to home than I’d like.” She took a deep breath. “But yeah… I’m fine.”

Sango grimaced a bit at the word ‘useless.’ There was visual discomfort just from hearing it being used to describe her, though she said nothing. “I uh… had a bit of a nap not too long ago…” Or y’know passed out, but no need to make Vera worry about her more. “I’ve worked on less sleep before, I’ll be fine.” There’s that word again. Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine.

She frowned a bit. Clearly everything wasn’t fine, but… She didn’t really know what else to say. She was tough. Her problems should be her own, she couldn’t force them on other people. She was strong enough to carry her own burdens. Still, sometimes she wished she didn’t have to pretend to be so damn strong for everyone. She’d cracked with Chieko, but had still managed… If she could make it through that… She could make it through anything, right?

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The world is a stage and youre in the middle of it||Vera||Closed for Sango

It had been a long day, Vera’s cheeks were rosy and she was still toting around the song book from the karaoke bar. She hand’t wandered much yet and found herself at the stage. 

It was a welcomed sight. Stages made her feel more at home, this was a face and well loved part of her life. So Vera let herself get a little excited at the stage and quickly trotted down the strip between the chair leaving the book and clipboard in a chair. 

Moving closer to the front she was a bit surprised to find Sango in one of the chairs. Pausing she watched her for a couple beats before moving to stand closer. 

“Sango, how are you holding up?”

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Sango had stayed up the previous night caring for Chieko after her injury. Being that close to it was hard for the deckhand. She was reliving a particularly traumatic moment of her life, and doing her best to make it easier for Chieko than it had been for her. Still through sheer determination, Sango had stayed awake, and at the ontological coach’s side until she was conscious and stable. Afterwards, she returned to her room with intent to take care of Sorrel… Which she did… until she practically passed out from exhaustion.

When she awoke, Sorrel was gone. She’d have preferred to find him resting in bed, but the boy was stubborn, and apparently wasn’t quite as concerned about his condition as she was. Even after resting, she found herself tired, if not physically than emotionally. Trying to take responsibility for the injured had taken its toll, and as bad as she felt for even thinking it, she needed a break. A moment to allow herself to process everything that had happened, a moment to relax. That wasn’t going to happen if she was expecting Sorrel to walk back in. Ugh… That thought made her feel even worse. Sorrel wasn’t a burden, really… She just needed time.

She had retreated to the stage under the impression that there was no reason for anyone to be there. It should be vacant, and didn’t have any through traffic. It was… private. Safe. Sango had gone down to the front of the theatre, and taken a seat. She wasn’t doing anything in particular… Just staring at the ceiling… or the inside of her eyelids. Vera’s appearance may have saved her life. If she hadn’t spoken, Sango might have fallen asleep right there.

The sudden sound of a familiar voice startled her a bit with how quiet the room had been prior. Good thing it was Vera and not someone who would have taken advantage of the fact she wasn’t paying attention to what was going on around her. “Hm?” Sango blinked her eye open, and turned to the opera singer. “Hey Vera-chan.” Sango offered a tired smile. “I’m… I’m holding up.” It was nice having someone concerned about her… Though she hoped Vera wasn’t stressing out over it as much as she had been. “Just… trying to catch up to everything that’s happened. Y’know?”

Sango stood, looking Vera in the face. “How ‘bout you? You doin’ alright?”

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A Bad Time || Void Ends || Execution Reaction (Closed for Oneiro and Sango)

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Oneiro stood back up, and began walking towards Sango and Chieko. Ends was still rather out of sorts… my poor boy. Oneiro most certainly did not let go of his hand, at any point; she gripped tightly, to give him a constant reminder that someone was there. He wasn’t alone, and he wouldn’t be; unless he wanted to be, of course.

She spoke calmly to him; she had studied enough psychology in the past to know what a panic attack looks like. “We’re going to get out of here. We can get you back to your room; it will be safe in there. I just need to help Sango get Chieko into our own room first, okay? You’ll be okay. We’ll be okay.” She wasn’t able to look directly at him; there was too much else going on. She spoke just loudly enough for him to hear her, though.

The short walk to Sango and Chieko seemed to last ages. Probably even longer for Ends.

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By the time Oneiro had arrived, Sango had hoisted the tiny ontological coach up, carrying her bridal style, and awkwardly trying to continue applying pressure to her eye. It was not an easy feat. Luckily Chieko’s rather light, so it wasn’t completely impossible. “You ready? Lead the way… I’m not actually sure which room is yours.” And that would explain why Sango was waiting so patiently. Normally she’d have already been off, after all, Chieko did have her electroID on her, yeah?

Oh? Ends was tagging along? That was fine... Sango hadn’t really talked with him before. She had listened to some of his stuff before school started to get a feel for him… She was more than a bit embarrassed to admit that she liked his stuff… a lot. It definitely wasn’t the kind of music that would be played on one of her dad’s vessels. Still seeing him like this… It was heartening to see that he wasn’t just a character. There was someone behind the mask.

Once they had taken the elevator, and stepped out into the… “Feckin’ snow?! Really?” She was now regretting lending her jacket to Kayla and using her shirt as a compress even more. “Let’s hurry, yeah? I’m freezin’ my ass off out here.”