It's a bedroom. Or rather, a guestroom. A western styled guestroom with two beds, a nightstand, and wardrobe sitting out on the floor. There are windows on one of the walls, doors on two other walls. One leads to a bathroom with a toilet, sink, and tub with shower head. The other is the exit, locked as evident by the chain lock firmly in place on the door.
You know instinctively: <in order to get to your goal, you must find a way out of this room>
Unlike the previous room, however, there seems to be a growing clutter of objects strewn around the room, as if quickly stashed into the space without real thought to their places. A pile of casserole dishes that seems to have claimed a corner, some swords propped against a wall, a lute next to the first bed, a sharpened stick with a wet tip on the floor, a notebook with a feather quill left on the nightstand, some tarot cards left strewn underneath the notebook, a flower crown dangling on the curtains' rod, a dragon plush that seems to be staring at you ready to spring to life at a moment's notice half under second bed, with a bird-like monster with a witch hat laying right next to it.
Probably there are more things under the beds but you might be distracted by what's on them, instead: a collar hanging on the bedframe of the first bed, a red dress crumpled and thrown carelessly onto the first bed, a gun's holster that's half on the nightstand and half falling onto a pillow of the second bed.
Fortunately, the room is still… fairly comfortable. The sun has been swallowed up by the dark clouds rolling in. Outside, the wind is picking up, causing trees and flowers to sway harshly in its grip. The low rumbles of thunder in the distance signals the arrival of the storm, reverberating throughout the room, bringing some unease and foreboding to the heart.
The purple thorny vines pressing into the room through the cracks of the window's framing have spread even further, creeping along the walls. You want to think everything will be fine, you'll fix things and get out of this intact and with no one the wiser that there was ever a problem, but steadily, the doubt creeps in…
Pauses, swallowing thickly (don't think about it don't think about it DO NOT) when she realises that, EUGH, she just smeared blood over herself. Gross. ]
... Not to be reductive, but that sounds like an awful, lonely, painful cycle.
People make mistakes. People do hurtful, harmful things. The way forward isn't through suffering, it's through listening and learning and trying to do, to be, better.
Please hold there's a pause as if something's processing...
Ushiromiya Battler made a mistake. Ushiromiya Battler hurt someone terribly. Ushiromiya Battler could not realize this was the case until after he was made to suffer.
Ushiromiya Battler did not realize this was the case until after he was made to suffer. Choco Korone assumes that different situations are comparable.
The chains and collar were not intended to target Choco Korone. Ushiromiya Battler has done Choco Korone harm. Both are true, and the first truth doesn't negate the second. You can stay in this room where it is safe, if you like. It won't get better.
That still doesn't mean the suffering was justified. And - whether or not our situations are or were comparable, it's fair for me to offer another perspective.
[ Augh. She wouldn't be great at this even if she HADN'T just had that super great fun time. It's still a struggle to focus. ]
There's a non-zero chance that things could get better. I choose to have hope, and to strive for the best possible end.
... And, for the record: Choco Korone does not and will not hold this against Ushiromiya Battler. You didn't mean to hurt me, Battler-senpai, and intention means a lot in my book. If it helps to hear the words ... Choco Korone forgives Ushiromiya Battler.
[ lets out a breath. she can't quite smile, not with ALL OF THIS, but her shoulders briefly lose some of their tension. ]
Yeah. That's better. Take your time and do the best you can with what you have, Battler-senpai. Your friends and loved ones will be there for you. Even if they, we, can't necessarily be physically by your side all the time, I want you to remember that it's okay to reach out.
For me, personally ... [ gives her hands a few hard shakes, just to get some of the jitters out. ] ... I'm not very good at pretending I'm okay. "Poker face," Kaito always calls it. [ haaaaa ... ] But I struggle with letting people in, too. It's a pain in the butt, 'cuz I know that I need people. I wouldn't have made it without them.
So I really, really hope you have people you can lean on, and - I hope that maybe I can grow to be one of those people, too, if you want.
Witches are people, too, and it's valid to have feelings. Being sad, feeling lonely, those things don't make anybody pathetic.
... Even if it's hard to convince yourself otherwise. You have to try to be kind to yourself, Senpai. My therapist always scolds me when I start with the negative self-talk. Ah, well, maybe scolds isn't the right word … Well, anyway.
[ are witches like cats? except instead of yelling in various pitches to communicate it's ahaha.wav'ing?? ]
[ but. okay. okay. OKAY. she's finally pushing herself up and taking a proper look around. which reveals ] - ehh, Uriel-san's casserole dishes? And a lute, that looks like something of Venti-san's ... Battler-senpai, are these your team feelings? [ the first step is tentative, to make sure she can take a step without embarrassing herself. the second comes easier. she goes to examine the feather first. ]
A Room
You know instinctively: <in order to get to your goal, you must find a way out of this room>
Unlike the previous room, however, there seems to be a growing clutter of objects strewn around the room, as if quickly stashed into the space without real thought to their places. A pile of casserole dishes that seems to have claimed a corner, some swords propped against a wall, a lute next to the first bed, a sharpened stick with a wet tip on the floor, a notebook with a feather quill left on the nightstand, some tarot cards left strewn underneath the notebook, a flower crown dangling on the curtains' rod, a dragon plush that seems to be staring at you ready to spring to life at a moment's notice half under second bed, with a bird-like monster with a witch hat laying right next to it.
Probably there are more things under the beds but you might be distracted by what's on them, instead: a collar hanging on the bedframe of the first bed, a red dress crumpled and thrown carelessly onto the first bed, a gun's holster that's half on the nightstand and half falling onto a pillow of the second bed.
Fortunately, the room is still… fairly comfortable. The sun has been swallowed up by the dark clouds rolling in. Outside, the wind is picking up, causing trees and flowers to sway harshly in its grip. The low rumbles of thunder in the distance signals the arrival of the storm, reverberating throughout the room, bringing some unease and foreboding to the heart.
The purple thorny vines pressing into the room through the cracks of the window's framing have spread even further, creeping along the walls. You want to think everything will be fine, you'll fix things and get out of this intact and with no one the wiser that there was ever a problem, but steadily, the doubt creeps in…
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her shirt.
hm. bad.
breathes. breathes. uncurls. breathes. kneels on her hands to keep them still, keep them down. breathes. shh. you're okay. you're okay. you're okay. ]
B- [ coughs. wheezes. tries again. ] Battler-senpai, this is you, right? In the last room, you laughed.
If you can tell me -
I want to know why.
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A witch's delight is being the one putting people through the torment for once.
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Pauses, swallowing thickly (don't think about it don't think about it DO NOT) when she realises that, EUGH, she just smeared blood over herself. Gross. ]
... Not to be reductive, but that sounds like an awful, lonely, painful cycle.
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I mean, she's not wrong. That's why it's funny.
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[ mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmk
okay okay okay okay okay okayokay ]
If this... all of this, is what happened to you, Senpai, it wasn't okay. I hope you know that.
[ Finally pushes herself up to stand, shakily. ]
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Why? Why did he "deserve" it? That's bullshit.
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Ushiromiya Battler made a mistake.
Ushiromiya Battler hurt someone terribly.
Ushiromiya Battler could not realize this was the case until after he was made to suffer.
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Choco Korone assumes that different situations are comparable.
The chains and collar were not intended to target Choco Korone.
Ushiromiya Battler has done Choco Korone harm.
Both are true, and the first truth doesn't negate the second.
You can stay in this room where it is safe, if you like.
It won't get better.
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[ Augh. She wouldn't be great at this even if she HADN'T just had that super great fun time. It's still a struggle to focus. ]
There's a non-zero chance that things could get better. I choose to have hope, and to strive for the best possible end.
... And, for the record: Choco Korone does not and will not hold this against Ushiromiya Battler. You didn't mean to hurt me, Battler-senpai, and intention means a lot in my book. If it helps to hear the words ... Choco Korone forgives Ushiromiya Battler.
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There's a non-zero chance that things could get better... as long as the chance is not zero, it should be tried for, but... it will take time.
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Yeah. That's better. Take your time and do the best you can with what you have, Battler-senpai. Your friends and loved ones will be there for you. Even if they, we, can't necessarily be physically by your side all the time, I want you to remember that it's okay to reach out.
For me, personally ... [ gives her hands a few hard shakes, just to get some of the jitters out. ] ... I'm not very good at pretending I'm okay. "Poker face," Kaito always calls it. [ haaaaa ... ] But I struggle with letting people in, too. It's a pain in the butt, 'cuz I know that I need people. I wouldn't have made it without them.
So I really, really hope you have people you can lean on, and - I hope that maybe I can grow to be one of those people, too, if you want.
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A witch's Truth hurts them the most.
Witches are sad, pathetic, lonely things who can't communicate despite wanting understanding.
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... Even if it's hard to convince yourself otherwise. You have to try to be kind to yourself, Senpai. My therapist always scolds me when I start with the negative self-talk. Ah, well, maybe scolds isn't the right word … Well, anyway.
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Something about the echoing laugh this time gives the feeling that laughing isn't really the correct way to communicate whatever feeling is occurring.
Explore room or keep chilling with disembodied colored texts?
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[ are witches like cats? except instead of yelling in various pitches to communicate it's ahaha.wav'ing?? ]
[ but. okay. okay. OKAY. she's finally pushing herself up and taking a proper look around. which reveals ] - ehh, Uriel-san's casserole dishes? And a lute, that looks like something of Venti-san's ... Battler-senpai, are these your team feelings? [ the first step is tentative, to make sure she can take a step without embarrassing herself. the second comes easier. she goes to examine the feather first. ]
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Ushiromiya Battler enjoys bullying Korone and awaits her bullying.