catch-all: argalia.

[squelching]

one day i will put a shitpost here

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[riverbero]

Haha, so do I~ But I don't intend to leave without putting on a show fitting of a final performance, either.

[squelching]

... Yeah?

I won't miss it.

[riverbero]

Then I'll ensure it's worth watching.

[squelching]

I look forward to it.

[fuck! them! up!]

By the way, do you have any last requests or anything like that? I can't promise I'll be able to see them through if you do, but...

[riverbero]

Not really, but...

[he considers for several seconds, then:]

Come by in the morning? I won't need this after I die- [a gesture to the accessory on his ear-] but I will, before then. It'll be too quiet otherwise.

[he'd hand it to her now, but for all that he doesn't care about everything else, has no fear or concern about dying...

he can't spend the last night alone in a cell, in the silence. he can't.]

For now, though, I suppose I can at least speak a little more freely~ It was difficult yesterday.

[so if she has, like, anything else she's curious about now that she knows at least one fucked up thing about the ensemble he can actually discuss it outright,]

[squelching]

... Okay. [her expression softens considerably. murder buddy... :(] I'll come by in the morning. I promise.

[pausing to think. she doesn't care all that much about what happened on friday, so she knows she won't bother to ask about that. but...]

Can you tell me about it? About your world?

[she is so curious about the fact that there is just a the cannibal shark chef somewhere out there.]

[riverbero]

Ah... it's a rotten, corrupted place, full of people restrained by pointless definitions.

[normal things to say.]

My Ensemble and I-- the performance we meant to put on would change it all. Break the boundaries between us, end their useless fixation on their bodies... free them to become their truest selves, just as my allies have.

[squelching]

[... ah.

something about this seems to resonate with her, her expression becoming more wistful. she hums.]

That sounds like it would have been beautiful, Argalia.

[normal things to say.]

[riverbero]

It would be. It wasn't the time yet, for me, but I looked forward to the day that I could finally, truly, be myself as well.

[a little sigh, there.]

They all were human, once. Before we heard her voice. Before the phenomenon of the Distortion manifested in the City. Each of them dragged themselves from the pit of their despair, from the suffering the world had inflicted on them, and in doing so they found true strength.

Nothing compares to that beauty.

[squelching]

... I'm sorry it couldn't happen. If there's a next world, I hope it's at least a little like that.

[what a normal conversation about inflicting body horror on mankind. very sweet.]

How did the Distortion manifest...? You said something about hearing a voice.

[riverbero]

Hm... it was after another phenomenon. The 'White Nights and Dark Days', they called it; for three straight days, a light shone over the City, and when it died out, there was nothing but darkness for four more.

Only after that light did the Distortions come to be. The first was the Pianist.

[for a few moments there, he falls quiet, seemingly recalling something.]

A human whose despair led him to become unlike anything we'd seen before-- he killed countless people with his manifestation and formed their bodies into his instrument. A grand piano of flesh, blood, and bone, all unified to create one unforgettable song...

My Angelica was a part of it too, you see. It had all ended by the time I arrived. But it was this that made me realize it was precisely what was needed-- that the body resting there was nothing but skin and flesh she'd worn only momentarily. That she hadn't truly left me, and how pointless our fixations on these bodies of ours really are; that I could set aside every ugly feeling that had swollen in me at the sight of it.

[he smiles, there, eyes closed. everything... yes, everything seemed beautiful after that. after the hate, the despair, the obsession, the sorrow all turned to nothing.]

Ah, and then she spoke to me. A beautiful, mesmerizing voice, who told me how to free the entire City from that fixation. How to harness the power of the Distortion to create a new performance, one that would reach every corner of it and enlighten every rotten soul.

[squelching]

[argalia, you need SO much therapy. unfortunately, he isn't going to find it here because saya thinks he is incredibly valid. even though she does feel a bit sad when he brings up the fact that someone he cared about had to die for him to have this epiphany. like, man, that objectively sucks.

she seems to be considering something, just for a moment, before she quietly says:]

... I could do it, too, you know. With my normal abilities. I could change the bodies of any living being, however I wanted. It's what I was born for. I was going to change everyone on Earth to create a new world... as a final gift to somebody special to me. [she smiles here, just a little.] But he didn't want it. He wanted his life to go back to normal. So... I gave him his normal life back. Just like he asked.

[she says this carefully. slowly. in the tone of someone who is trying not to show that they were hurt by it and not doing a good job at it.]

I wish I could have seen your performance. It sounds like it would have been a new, wonderful world, too.