squelching | catch-all: [zia, gritting her teeth] ace d. portgas

[can we go back to thursday when half of the people she cares about were getting maimed, actually. god.

it will take A While, but ace will eventually find her. somewhere. we are in the void. she's curled up with her knees pulled up to her chest, staring at the ground with the dead eyed stare of someone who is all out of tears. but she lifts her gaze when he stumbles into her little hidey hole, quietly sniffling. hi.]

[ every day is terrible

ace sort of kneels down near her hidey hole and sits next to her. hi indeed. he looks smad. ]

... [ he hesitates but he sort of holds an arm out in case she wants a hug, not really saying anything either ]

[yeah. she is immediately going for a hug, careful not to aggravate his injuries. why is this week so much.

hoarse:]

... It's not fair.

[ it's fine he is not that injured. or at least. doesn't look it? it's hard to tell he is evil and wearing shirts :(

he squeezes her a little ]

... It's not. [ there's a pause as he kind of stares blankly at nothing for a second over her head ] ... I thought... maybe there'd only be one this week.

I guess... someone thought Whisper wasn't punishment enough.

[quietly. the consequences of w2 just keep coming and they don't stop coming.]

I don't like that both of them were involved in what happened last week.

... I don't think they were both because of last week. But Reigen...

[ he frowns at nothing ]

It was self-defense. So why?

Someone who didn't have all the facts...? Or they just didn't care, and only wanted an excuse to kill someone they could justify to themselves.

[either option is awful, though, and she is so pissed.]

It didn't sound like everyone knew it was self-defense last week, anyway.

... I told Tama and Albedo. I didn't want them to think...

[ because it was obvious after last week, and he didn't want "reigen did a murder" to be more revenge justification. ]

Did Reigen share it with you? That stupid note. About killing.

[... she nods.]

The one that Temenos got last week?

... Yeah. That thing.

[ he doesn't explain why he asked, just. sounds angry about it ]

[he doesn't have to elaborate. she Knows.]

... I'd still want to kill them, anyway. Especially then.

... Yeah. [ he sounds a little quiet ] No matter what, I...

[ he just kind of. holds her a little tighter and lets out this kind of like. angry/tired/sad sigh. it's all those things. at once ]

No matter what, you...?

[the vibes are so rancid and she wants to revenge murder whoever did this so bad. but she is sort of. pausing. and looking at him in concern.]

[ he's quiet again for a bit before he shakes his head ]

I want to find out who did it. [ tone. dark. he is maybe agreeing with the revenge murder vibes. ]

... Okay.

[quietly.]

You'd tell me if there's something else I need to worry about, wouldn't you?

Huh?

[ he looks a little lost, but, like. admittedly he's looked a little lost on and off since thursday. thanks cyoa brainworms ]

... Yeah?

[she knows it's probably cyoa effects, but. sometimes your teammate goes off and murders without telling you on friday, and then you are paranoid for the rest of the game. it's fine.]

... Okay. I just... wanted to be sure. [...] By the way, I didn't ask you about yesterday. Did you get another paper?

[ how fucked up would it be for ace to murder with soup brain. damn.

anyway ace makes a face at the question but he pulls out another handwritten paper from his pockets. he also has to pull out a knife. and a tamagotchi? okay. it looks like this but blue-coded, and wearing a top hat with goggles. he feeds it before showing her the paper. ]

While the written word has power enough to shape reality, there seem to be some limitations. Something must be lost to attain something of equal value. If power is asked for, something must be sacrificed in turn. What luck. There are many heroes here to sacrifice, for plans they shall not understand. Their deaths shall be my fuel and with that fuel I will become empowered. May their worlds fall to me and burn under moonlight.

I hate the moon.

[she reads this and it's, like. wow. cannot believe this specific narrative voice activates her fight or fight response. "isn't it fight or flight." fight or fight.

she makes a face.]

... Hey, if we ever find the author, can we kill them?

I was already planning to.

Good. [except he won't because he's going to be DEAD.] I'm tired of reading their stupid letters...

So am I. I could go the rest of my life without seeing another one.

[ And He Will ]

[hateful!]

Me, too... "Moon" doesn't feel like a real word anymore.

The moon isn't real... like the ocean.

[ AND THEN IT FUCKING WAS ]

What's the point of calling the city Oceanside if we don't have access to the beach...

[AND THEN WE DID RIGHT AFTER HE DIED... NO.......]

catch-all: [zia, gritting her teeth] ace d. portgas

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