[he can try, but the second he touches the body, or even reaches for it, a tiny hand whips up and attempts to stab him with a knife.
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but he's quick, or at least, quick enough to not be horribly damaged. instead, the knife goes at a poor angle, and cuts a bit of flesh from his arm instead of stabbing into his heart. the tiny body doesn't seem to care, though, scrambling away.]
before adjusting its grip and throwing itself at him again, a knife in hand. where are they getting these knives? its fine. they stab - aiming to pin him to the floor with the knife.
If this thing tried to pin him and failed, can he grab for them and flip things around instead? He doesn't really want to hurt them still even if he's risking being stabbed.]
and as he does, the hood comes loose. a girl stares up at him, quiet. still. her eyes are red. wide, frightened. she doesn't know what she's doing.
she starts trying to get away again, yanking and pulling, trying to squirm away, and it's clear she's hurting herself by doing this, ramming her head back against the floor, nails trying to dig in wherever they can. she's stuck.
[He has no idea what he's doing either. But he's just going to try and grab her in a hug, both to try and calm her down and to try and minimize the damage a bite does. Dice plz, I'm counting on you.]
[well, she bites, and it probably hurts - she manages to bite at his arm, tearing at the skin there as he grabs for her.
he does manage to hug her, but she's not having it. she can't. this is too much, and she won't, so instead, she rams a fist into his stomach to get him away from her, and then, with a muffled shriek that she can't quite get out, she grabs for one of the knives.
and tries again, to pin him to the ground with the knife. this time, she manages - stabbing through his palm and into the shadow below.]
The one-two punch of a bite and a fist in his stomach knock the air right out of him, distracting him long enough for her to pin his hand down with that knife. He probably would have screamed if he weren't already coughing to regain his breath. As it is, he reaches up weakly with his other hand to try and pull the knife out and free himself.
But as he does that, he pleads breathlessly with Vin.]
P-please, I'm not going to hurt you. We can work this out!
[It's true too. He doesn't intend to attack her, not as she is now. (but also grabbing her in a hug to slow her down doesn't count as an attack to him, he wants to stop her not hurt her.)]
[she picks up the other knife that she'd thrown earlier, and stares down at him.
he's not strong enough to pull the knife out. it's embedded, in both his hand and the shadow. she takes the knife she picked up, and ignores him, grabbing for his other wrist. slams it to the ground, and stabs the second knife through. pins him by both hands, and gasps for air, breathing harshly through her nose.
she's scared, but she's a fighter. she will make sure nothing ever hurts her again.
and so she stomps. over, and over, and over again, into his knees, his legs, aiming to crunch every bone she can. he can't chase her if he can't walk.]
[His other wrist is pinned, and he really is stuck. In that moment, he stops struggling and looks up to Vin. This is his friend, someone he's come to trust and care for in the short time he's been here. Whatever's got her worked up, struggling clearly isn't the answer. He's just got to trust her, maybe, and she'll calm down.
So he stops fighting it, and he gives her an even look.]
It's okay. I trust you. Work out whatever it is you need to work out, it'll be okay.
[Except it's not okay and now his fucking legs are destroyed whoops. So much for trust!
He tries not to scream, if only to keep from spooking Vin. But he can only try for so long before he's unable to do anything but scream himself hoarse.]
[that might be the answer in another place, but it is not the answer here.
she gets angrier, almost. he doesn't scream, and she tries harder. destroy it. his legs are a mess by the end of it, and... she starts to slow.
starts to look horrified. but she can't stop herself. she can't. and multicolored neon tears streak down her face as she realizes she has no control. she never did. she looks like she might be sick, as she backs up, shoes covered in blood and gore. she trips. falls, hits the ground, and - stares.
for a long moment, that's all she can do, until - jerkily, like a puppet, she's forced back up, wobbling over to atsushi once more.
she rips a knife from his palm.
whispers gather around the edges of the two of them, indecipherable but for a few. familiar voices. his family. his friends, the people he's called home. but he can't make out what they're saying. they're leaving. leaving him. they have no use for trash like this. and there was something you were supposed to remember, but even now, you can't reach it. maybe it's safer behind closed doors, anyway. maybe this is the way it was supposed to be.
vin brings the knife up, and brings it down, right through atsushi's heart.
and, as his world goes dark, he sees her turn the knife on herself.]
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in the distance, you see a light. just one. it shakes and trembles, like it's having a hard time staying on. but it is there, and it is present.
you can see a table, under that light. and a body, laying on top of that table. small. hooded.]
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Wait no, Dazai is tall, this has to be Chuuya. Who Atsushi hasn't actually met, so.
Let's go over to that table yeah.]
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anyway, you approach. the body is still. breathing, but slow. measured.]
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Atsushi will get closer then. Can he pull off the hood? He wants to see who this is.]
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Roll: [8] vs. Roll [3]
but he's quick, or at least, quick enough to not be horribly damaged. instead, the knife goes at a poor angle, and cuts a bit of flesh from his arm instead of stabbing into his heart. the tiny body doesn't seem to care, though, scrambling away.]
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[...
So, does he get to keep this knife, or...?]
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it goes wide. this body is panicking.]
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He'll hold onto the knife but he's not trying to stab with it right now, he just has it to keep it out of the body's hands.]
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Come on, I'm not going to hurt you! Just stop and talk to me, please?
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before adjusting its grip and throwing itself at him again, a knife in hand. where are they getting these knives? its fine. they stab - aiming to pin him to the floor with the knife.
it misses.]
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If this thing tried to pin him and failed, can he grab for them and flip things around instead? He doesn't really want to hurt them still even if he's risking being stabbed.]
Come on! Stop attacking, we can work this out!
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and as he does, the hood comes loose. a girl stares up at him, quiet. still. her eyes are red. wide, frightened. she doesn't know what she's doing.
she starts trying to get away again, yanking and pulling, trying to squirm away, and it's clear she's hurting herself by doing this, ramming her head back against the floor, nails trying to dig in wherever they can. she's stuck.
she's going to try and bite him.]
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[He has no idea what he's doing either. But he's just going to try and grab her in a hug, both to try and calm her down and to try and minimize the damage a bite does. Dice plz, I'm counting on you.]
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he does manage to hug her, but she's not having it. she can't. this is too much, and she won't, so instead, she rams a fist into his stomach to get him away from her, and then, with a muffled shriek that she can't quite get out, she grabs for one of the knives.
and tries again, to pin him to the ground with the knife. this time, she manages - stabbing through his palm and into the shadow below.]
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The one-two punch of a bite and a fist in his stomach knock the air right out of him, distracting him long enough for her to pin his hand down with that knife. He probably would have screamed if he weren't already coughing to regain his breath. As it is, he reaches up weakly with his other hand to try and pull the knife out and free himself.
But as he does that, he pleads breathlessly with Vin.]
P-please, I'm not going to hurt you. We can work this out!
[It's true too. He doesn't intend to attack her, not as she is now. (but also grabbing her in a hug to slow her down doesn't count as an attack to him, he wants to stop her not hurt her.)]
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he's not strong enough to pull the knife out. it's embedded, in both his hand and the shadow. she takes the knife she picked up, and ignores him, grabbing for his other wrist. slams it to the ground, and stabs the second knife through. pins him by both hands, and gasps for air, breathing harshly through her nose.
she's scared, but she's a fighter. she will make sure nothing ever hurts her again.
and so she stomps. over, and over, and over again, into his knees, his legs, aiming to crunch every bone she can. he can't chase her if he can't walk.]
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So he stops fighting it, and he gives her an even look.]
It's okay. I trust you. Work out whatever it is you need to work out, it'll be okay.
[Except it's not okay and now his fucking legs are destroyed whoops. So much for trust!
He tries not to scream, if only to keep from spooking Vin. But he can only try for so long before he's unable to do anything but scream himself hoarse.]
cw: suicide
she gets angrier, almost. he doesn't scream, and she tries harder. destroy it. his legs are a mess by the end of it, and... she starts to slow.
starts to look horrified. but she can't stop herself. she can't. and multicolored neon tears streak down her face as she realizes she has no control. she never did. she looks like she might be sick, as she backs up, shoes covered in blood and gore. she trips. falls, hits the ground, and - stares.
for a long moment, that's all she can do, until - jerkily, like a puppet, she's forced back up, wobbling over to atsushi once more.
she rips a knife from his palm.
whispers gather around the edges of the two of them, indecipherable but for a few. familiar voices. his family. his friends, the people he's called home. but he can't make out what they're saying. they're leaving. leaving him. they have no use for trash like this. and there was something you were supposed to remember, but even now, you can't reach it. maybe it's safer behind closed doors, anyway. maybe this is the way it was supposed to be.
vin brings the knife up, and brings it down, right through atsushi's heart.
and, as his world goes dark, he sees her turn the knife on herself.]