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[UMINEKO SPOILERS] Heart (Scored) - Kyrie, Rika, Ange
"when the seagulls cried, none were left alive"...
But this isn't such a sad story.
This is a story about love.
"when the seagulls cried, none were left alive"...
But this isn't such a sad story.
This is a story about love.
[a mix of a sigh and whine escapes her mouth at the image and once again she needs to take a moment before she can resume what she was doing, shaking her head to try and clear her mind.
she brought the bedspread though so she's try to rinse it in the sink... see if the red will come off at all]
she brought the bedspread though so she's try to rinse it in the sink... see if the red will come off at all]
You know... the surprising thing is actually how little Eva actually died in Beato's games, there's really not too much more than that one instance, or the guts full of candy, but as you try to wash out the red, a certain younger witch's laughter starts to echo in the bathroom.
"Careful, Ange. Don't you know? If you don't use cold water to rinse out the blood, the stain will be there fooooreeeeeevaaaaaa~!"
You are alone in the bathroom, for the record.
"Careful, Ange. Don't you know? If you don't use cold water to rinse out the blood, the stain will be there fooooreeeeeevaaaaaa~!"
You are alone in the bathroom, for the record.
[logically, she knows she's alone in here, but this is EVA-Beatrice so SHE COULD JUST MANIFEST IN HERE IF SHE WANTED?
she spins around abruptly, fully expecting her to be there]
A-Aunt Eva?!
she spins around abruptly, fully expecting her to be there]
A-Aunt Eva?!
[she sighs, almost a little... disappointed?
listen, it's complicated.
but she will in fact try and use cold water to see if the blood comes out...]
listen, it's complicated.
but she will in fact try and use cold water to see if the blood comes out...]
Virgilia seems to want to say something but then clearly shifts gears as she folds her hands in front of herself like a proper lady. "Have you considered that what Lord BATTLER may need from you isn't your words but simply your ears and understanding? A sorcerer can have the same difficulties as a witch in this area, after all."
"Lord BATTLER isn't normally someone who will shy away from voicing his opinion," says Ronove with an almost mischievous look, "however... things have been far from normal since he and Lady BEATRICE have left their territory."
"Certainly, they haven't called on us in some time, and even now when he has..." Virgilia looks uncomfortable admitting to it wasn't the best of work.
"Lord BATTLER isn't normally someone who will shy away from voicing his opinion," says Ronove with an almost mischievous look, "however... things have been far from normal since he and Lady BEATRICE have left their territory."
"Certainly, they haven't called on us in some time, and even now when he has..." Virgilia looks uncomfortable admitting to it wasn't the best of work.
You say that as if I know anything about witches. If I just silently listen right now, that's not going to get rid of any of those vines anyway, is it? It's not like there's only a couple.
[But, no she has not considered, obviously she has to fix everything all the time, how do you just. Talk. Why would anyone just talk to her if she's not Useful?]
[But, no she has not considered, obviously she has to fix everything all the time, how do you just. Talk. Why would anyone just talk to her if she's not Useful?]
[wrings as much of the water as she can out so the fabric isn't as heavy and... heads out, back to the window, to try and clean the red there with her significantly less red but moist bed sheet.
did she do all of this just to try and wipe the splatter on the window? yes.]
did she do all of this just to try and wipe the splatter on the window? yes.]
Gosh, Rosa sure had a mixed bag of being murdered but some of the bigger moments really are...
Sometimes, you are thoroughly broken and discouraged, you even let yourself become furniture, get thrown to be eaten alive, and start to believe there really are witches and this one has killed everyone.
And then you hear the screams, the begging and pleading. Talk of human blood wine and faces on plates and baked apple Maria pie and somehow, somehow, you get just enough strength...
It's strange because, earlier, the woman crying now had accused you and left you to die in the mansion in the last game.
Or how about the time when EVA-Beatrice first went mad with power, watching this in the tea room with horror while Beato laughs and laughs and laughs--until you strike her across the cheek.
Rosa was put through it, wasn't she? For good reason, maybe. But of course, behind all that immediate red, there's the true stain of blood, the actual way Rosa died was...
You can feel the image start to take a stronger shape in your mind, slowly coming into focus...
Keep going?
Sometimes, you are thoroughly broken and discouraged, you even let yourself become furniture, get thrown to be eaten alive, and start to believe there really are witches and this one has killed everyone.
And then you hear the screams, the begging and pleading. Talk of human blood wine and faces on plates and baked apple Maria pie and somehow, somehow, you get just enough strength...
It's strange because, earlier, the woman crying now had accused you and left you to die in the mansion in the last game.
Or how about the time when EVA-Beatrice first went mad with power, watching this in the tea room with horror while Beato laughs and laughs and laughs--until you strike her across the cheek.
Rosa was put through it, wasn't she? For good reason, maybe. But of course, behind all that immediate red, there's the true stain of blood, the actual way Rosa died was...
You can feel the image start to take a stronger shape in your mind, slowly coming into focus...
Keep going?
[a lot of this isn't really anything new to Ange. both in terms of the cruelty and torture involved, but also in terms of being aware of how these games went. she's read all about it before, spectated it herself...
but there is something different now. something about reliving it from a first person perspective... even without being the direct victim. the full awareness that what your eyes are seeing is real, that these people are being murdered over and over again in the most grotesque ways and there is little you can do to stop it. the sheer rawness of it all.
the first memory alone is enough for Ange to end up crouching on the floor, emptying her stomach and crying. she barely has any time to recover, the rest of it continues to play in her mind and all she can do is cry at the horror of seeing her family hurt each other like this, both physically and emotionally. by the time the EVA-Beatrice memory comes into play there's really nothing left for her to throw up, but her body doesn't care. it's just water now... water coming out of her mouth, out of her eyes that won't stop crying, out of her pores that cannot stop sweating both because of the adrenaline and the physical exertion...
and then... finally, the impending awareness of her aunt's true death.
she has to keep going. she knows it's useless to stay here crying like a little girl, but she'll also need a few minutes to regain her strength, after this.
for now, she's going to remain crouched on the floor... trying to get her breathing back in control before she ends up hyperventilating as well.
she weakly reaches for the sheet again to wipe her face with it, which may or may not be a good idea, but she's too spent to care at the moment.]
but there is something different now. something about reliving it from a first person perspective... even without being the direct victim. the full awareness that what your eyes are seeing is real, that these people are being murdered over and over again in the most grotesque ways and there is little you can do to stop it. the sheer rawness of it all.
the first memory alone is enough for Ange to end up crouching on the floor, emptying her stomach and crying. she barely has any time to recover, the rest of it continues to play in her mind and all she can do is cry at the horror of seeing her family hurt each other like this, both physically and emotionally. by the time the EVA-Beatrice memory comes into play there's really nothing left for her to throw up, but her body doesn't care. it's just water now... water coming out of her mouth, out of her eyes that won't stop crying, out of her pores that cannot stop sweating both because of the adrenaline and the physical exertion...
and then... finally, the impending awareness of her aunt's true death.
she has to keep going. she knows it's useless to stay here crying like a little girl, but she'll also need a few minutes to regain her strength, after this.
for now, she's going to remain crouched on the floor... trying to get her breathing back in control before she ends up hyperventilating as well.
she weakly reaches for the sheet again to wipe her face with it, which may or may not be a good idea, but she's too spent to care at the moment.]
It seems like some sort of anger... But at one point it seemed to confirm it isn't exactly his own thoughts - based in them, but exaggerated. So I imagine it's not that they need to be uprooted, but they certainly need to be sheared.
"... truly, the similarities are amusing enough to make one want to laugh their way into eternity." Ronove seems entirely too amused.
Even Virgilia's smile is a little more twisted, much more like a witch's. "Yes, I can really see the resemblance now that you mention it."
Even Virgilia's smile is a little more twisted, much more like a witch's. "Yes, I can really see the resemblance now that you mention it."
Edited 2023-02-13 00:36 (UTC)
[I said look here you little shit???]
...Why do you all keep saying that.
...Why do you all keep saying that.
[eventually, after a few long minutes have passed, she reaches for the wall to help herself up again. once she's back on her feet she takes a deep breath and looks around the room again... noticing the now open door.
but before that, there's one more red photo on the dresser so... she heavily walks over there and starts to clean it with her other sleeve. bracing herself for the inevitable memory again]
but before that, there's one more red photo on the dresser so... she heavily walks over there and starts to clean it with her other sleeve. bracing herself for the inevitable memory again]
"Whyyy is thaaaat? I do wonder--is that as far as you've gotten despite how far you've gotten? So funny, so familiar!" Virgilia starts to giggle to herself as she taps her chin in thought.
Ronove, meanwhile, just smiles as if appreciating the moment for what it is. "Lord BATTLER did summon us to be a line of last defense. I wonder if we should allow for a bit of entertainment..."
"With the mood he's no doubt in from this board, truly it would be a bit of entertainment."
[AHAHA.WAV]
Witches and demons be like this.
Ronove, meanwhile, just smiles as if appreciating the moment for what it is. "Lord BATTLER did summon us to be a line of last defense. I wonder if we should allow for a bit of entertainment..."
"With the mood he's no doubt in from this board, truly it would be a bit of entertainment."
[AHAHA.WAV]
Witches and demons be like this.
Wiping your face is a bad idea. The awareness of that True death... the way the image sharpens more and more, details that won't be easily forgotten--you know without a doubt, continuing to work at this stain will prove that the aftermath of that death was truly witnessed, and truly... lingering. As if unable to move away from the horror of it.
The reality is, for as terrible as the torment of the previous memories, you know without a doubt, it's that Truth that is the worst of it.
But leaving off there, moving on back to the dresser...
Wiping at that photo brings about bittersweet memories of a youth spent on an island with cousins and a servant who were very fun to play with. George, a bit awkward but mimicking the adults, in his teen years. Jessica, more tomboyish and loud than she even is--was before that day, getting the scolding along with Battler. Two peas in a pod of so-called crude and rude delinquency. Shannon, of course, standing back and watching it all with a bemused kind of smile, patiently waiting for the playful activities to start up again. Maria was too young, then, to play with everyone. So when the play on the beach resumes, Jessica runs toward the waves, George warns her to be careful, and Shannon laughs, but it's Battler who insists Shannon follow along with them, uncaring of the difference in statuses. George and Jessica quickly join in on the calls to Shannon. Shannon seems hesitant and shy, but then eventually comes over just in time to recoil from Battler splashing her in the shallows with a shriek of laughter and maybe something about how she should get her dress wet.
He just wanted to see her smile again.
It's a picture of the cousins and Shannon, presumably something taken by an adult who thought the image too cute not to take. They're all smiling. George trying to look older than he is, Jessica bright and cheerful, Battler in an open-mouth laugh, and Shannon with her shy and small upward turn of the lip as though she still wasn't sure how to smile for the image but a faint pink to her cheeks giving away her true happiness of being included.
It's a better picture than how [Jessica with her face beaten in on the floor of the dining hall] it all [George with bullet holes in his side and in his head, glasses barely on his face and out in the rain under a bush] ended--
"Please... don't go away. Don't leave me alone... Battler-san..."
The reality is, for as terrible as the torment of the previous memories, you know without a doubt, it's that Truth that is the worst of it.
But leaving off there, moving on back to the dresser...
Wiping at that photo brings about bittersweet memories of a youth spent on an island with cousins and a servant who were very fun to play with. George, a bit awkward but mimicking the adults, in his teen years. Jessica, more tomboyish and loud than she even is--was before that day, getting the scolding along with Battler. Two peas in a pod of so-called crude and rude delinquency. Shannon, of course, standing back and watching it all with a bemused kind of smile, patiently waiting for the playful activities to start up again. Maria was too young, then, to play with everyone. So when the play on the beach resumes, Jessica runs toward the waves, George warns her to be careful, and Shannon laughs, but it's Battler who insists Shannon follow along with them, uncaring of the difference in statuses. George and Jessica quickly join in on the calls to Shannon. Shannon seems hesitant and shy, but then eventually comes over just in time to recoil from Battler splashing her in the shallows with a shriek of laughter and maybe something about how she should get her dress wet.
He just wanted to see her smile again.
It's a picture of the cousins and Shannon, presumably something taken by an adult who thought the image too cute not to take. They're all smiling. George trying to look older than he is, Jessica bright and cheerful, Battler in an open-mouth laugh, and Shannon with her shy and small upward turn of the lip as though she still wasn't sure how to smile for the image but a faint pink to her cheeks giving away her true happiness of being included.
It's a better picture than how [Jessica with her face beaten in on the floor of the dining hall] it all [George with bullet holes in his side and in his head, glasses barely on his face and out in the rain under a bush] ended--
"Please... don't go away. Don't leave me alone... Battler-san..."
[She crosses her arms, sighing as she turns over what she knows for a few moments.]
My tactics don't work on something like this, so I guess if that's what Battler-kun was trying to do too, then no wonder it's the same. It would be much easier if I was just talking to him directly. On top of that I feel like I'm expected to know all sorts of events and rules I've never experienced. If you want to make fun of me for that, go ahead, I can admit that I don't have the answer all the time.
My tactics don't work on something like this, so I guess if that's what Battler-kun was trying to do too, then no wonder it's the same. It would be much easier if I was just talking to him directly. On top of that I feel like I'm expected to know all sorts of events and rules I've never experienced. If you want to make fun of me for that, go ahead, I can admit that I don't have the answer all the time.
"About speaking to Lord BATTLER..." There's almost a slyness to Virgilia's words, but they're honest enough even with this, "I believe he went rushing toward the gardens back when you all were in the first room."
"Yes, I do believe he said something about that, even." Ronove seems to join in with the sly tones, lifting a hand to hide his inelegant smile and a small "pukuku" kind of laugh.
"So if you would like to speak with him... that would be the way to go."
"Yes, I do believe he said something about that, even." Ronove seems to join in with the sly tones, lifting a hand to hide his inelegant smile and a small "pukuku" kind of laugh.
"So if you would like to speak with him... that would be the way to go."
[Man. Don't like that. But okay.]
I've been wondering about that... Can I get there from here?
I've been wondering about that... Can I get there from here?
[she is... at this point, genuinely too tired to manage to shed proper tears anymore. all she does is stand there by the dresser letting the bittersweetness of it all wash over her only to eventually be left with nothing but the bitterness. the all too vivid and undeniable sense of what truly happened and the hopelessness she's felt her whole life.
these are red truths that can't be challenged.
not by her.
not in this state.
she leaves the photograph back where it was and moves for the door. she could probably try to clean up more of this room, but is that even something she should keep doing? is it even helping anyone? certainly not her, at any rate.]
these are red truths that can't be challenged.
not by her.
not in this state.
she leaves the photograph back where it was and moves for the door. she could probably try to clean up more of this room, but is that even something she should keep doing? is it even helping anyone? certainly not her, at any rate.]
"Certainly, if you wish to reach the root of the issue." Ronove gives a bow, hand going out to indicate the direction of the gardens.
[AHAHA.WAV]
"As you've come this far, certainly you've permission to go without delay." Virgilia gives a nice little curtsy as though showing deference to her Lord's stepmother.
[AHAHA.WAV]
But in fact, she can continue forward. They won't stop her.
[AHAHA.WAV]
"As you've come this far, certainly you've permission to go without delay." Virgilia gives a nice little curtsy as though showing deference to her Lord's stepmother.
[AHAHA.WAV]
But in fact, she can continue forward. They won't stop her.
...Thanks.
[She doesn't like the possibilities even without their attitude!!!]
[She doesn't like the possibilities even without their attitude!!!]
Edited 2023-02-13 02:13 (UTC)
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