daybreakacademy | When You Made Wishes: start! (player plot)

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When You Made Wishes: start! (player plot)

Imagine Wist's surprise when April rolled around and their plan for a great prank was foiled on account of all those students just...leaving??? Truly, they have become the April fool... It's what they wanted, of course -- for the pitiful humans to find freedom -- and sure there are some stragglers around, but...in the end, they decide to take the win and enjoy a short break of their own. Good thing, too, or they might have pulled out all their hair in frustration when Spring Break comes to an end and the swarm of students and faculty willingly return to their prison.

While settling back into the academy and resigning themselves to a routine, the people of Daybreak will be soothed by a gentle tune rising up from the forest. It isn't a song they've heard before, and yet, somehow...it's nostalgic, isn't it? The soft notes of the pan flute stir up something in their hearts, tugging at old memories and drawing forth a feeling of dissatisfaction and longing out from under them. Let the song lull them into taking a moment to withdraw from the hustle and bustle -- hey, turns out they sort of need it. Maybe they're coming down with a cold, or just some quick little bug...
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>> user M3G4M4G1CH4XX posted on April 6th, 2019:
Why did you come back? You don't have to live like this.

Weren't things better back then? Try to remember what it used to be like.
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The odd message from an iris account that doesn't exist isn't up for long before the spell kicks into the next phase. However they manifest and from when differs from person to person, but those affected will all have the bizarre experience of watching some ghost of themselves from their past be born from their soul's memory. Don't think there are those that can escape this fate just by returning at a later time, either -- Wist can keep up this panpipe nonsense all day, every day if they have to. If that what it takes to get their point across...

Good luck trying to comprehend whatever point that may be, because now Daybreak is the new home to a bunch of familiar-looking rugrats and has to contend with whatever complications they may bring along with them.
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[For more information on this plot, please see this ooc infopost!]

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[ It takes more than once nurse to hold Shuuya down and get his clothes off so they can access the damage. Even if it's just his jacket and shirt, it's clear enough that he's bleeding out from his side, and that's the most urgent wound that the nurses tend do. But while they try to shoo Yuya away and make him stand off to the side so he isn't in the way, he can get a better view of everything else- the dark bruise on Shuuya's cheek, many more in various stages of healing down his arms and shoulders and back, and with his shoes off, one ankle looks red and swollen compared to the other.

All the injuries he's sustained, it can't just be from one incident.

The infirmary is good, though, and he's patched up soon enough without kicking much of a fuss— until all hands are off him and he's told to lie back and rest and he, instead, rolls off the bed and makes a break for the door. ]

[Yuya reluctantly pulls back while the nurses wrestle Shuuya down, and he doesn't seem to be calming down at all. It's why Yuya can't take his eyes off him, absently twisting the edge of his shirt (stained red on white, and he'll have to replace it if he doesn't want to be short for the week). He notices the bruises, the swelling, and now that he's not urgently trying to save Shuuya's life, that there's still something definitely familiar about his features. Has he seen this kid around before? But it's not quite right, like he's too young--

Yuya snaps out of his thoughts when he makes a break for it again, swinging up from his seat to flatten his black to the door and block it.] Hey, no running around when you're hurt like that! They said to rest for a reason!

[Are all kids like this, he doesn't remember being like this.]

[ All kids are like this, and Shuuya's even worse. He can't stay here, and it's for a multitude of reasons. The hospital bill alone, he doesn't want to think of what that might turn out to be, and knows his mother wouldn't be able to afford it-- it's why he never goes, it's why he just sticks a band-aid over things or hobbles around on one leg until his body fixes itself, never really thinking there's a better way to do things.

More than the money, though, are the questions... of what happened and who did this and Shuuya grits his teeth and stares Yuya down, because he either doesn't know or won't say.

He throws a glance over his shoulder at where the nurses and giving report, and steps close enough to Yuya so that he can reach up and tug at the hem of his shirt. Just let him leave... even if Yuya comes with him, he just wants to get out of here. ]

[Yuya looks down at Kano when he tugs, hesitating before slowly sliding down to crouch to his level. He's not moving from the door just yet, though. It'd be irresponsible if he turned his back to let this kid just run around and get himself hurt worse.]

I know, you're probably really scared right now... but I promise nobody here is going to hurt you, okay? [He holds one hand up, pinkie out.] Pinkie promise.

[ Shuuya makes this face at the pinkie promise, because what is he, a kid? (he's a kid, but not a cute one who believes in pinkie promises)

Besides, it's a lie, isn't it? Everybody out here is very capable of hurting him; it's a fact of life that has never changed for him. The fact that half his torso is bandaged up is proof of that, and Yuya's empty promises don't change his mind.

He makes the face but reaches up and hooks Yuya's pinkie anyways, figuring he might as well humor the older boy and then maybe they can leave. ]

[This will be ironic to him later, that he picked up Kano's habit to use on... himself.

Still, he smiles, shoulders easing.] Can you tell me your name?

[ He really doesn't want to, because what's the point of telling his name to a stranger? If he's lucky, Yuya will just forget about it before the hour is over; if he's unlucky... paranoid thoughts can supply him with all sorts of reasons why telling you name to a stranger is a bad idea.

He ducks his head and frowns into his shoulder, worrying at his bottom lip. Maybe if he tells Yuya his name, he'll be more willing to let him outside. ]

...It's Shuuya. [ he mumbles, voice low in hopes that Yuya doesn't catch that and just says never mind. ]

Shuuya... [Kano really never uses his first name, so even though Yuya knows it from his Iris profile, it isn't the first thought that comes to mind.]

Haha, our names sound kind of similar, don't--[But it is the second thought.] They?

[Haha. What the fuck.

Yuya, to his credit, doesn't loose that smile while his brain proceeds to work itself into knots trying to figure this out. That would explain why there was something so familiar with his face, just aged down. But he didn't seem to recognize Yuya, so Yuya can't ask for confirmation because what if that freaks him out, someone knowing his last name?? No, he's just going to have to keep playing along and look for the clues himself.

He starts as he shakes himself from his thoughts, rubbing the back of his neck.] Okay, Shuuya. You know why it's a bad idea to be sprinting around when you're really hurt, right? You'll make it worse, and it'll take longer to heal.

[ Their names do sound similar, but instead of finding that amusing, Shuuya just gives him the dead eye.

No matter how similar he looks to the grown up Kano, the boy here seems so at ends to him, narrowed eyes and a scowl on his face that worsens when Yuya talks to him like the little kid that he is. Talking to him like he's dumb, after he did a dumb thing. Yeah, yeah, he's stupid, he looks it and acts like it and no wonder this stranger can pick up on it and act accordingly. ]

I know. [ he mumbles, voice small and quiet ] I'll go find somewhere out of the way to sit.

[All children are dumb, it's a fact of life.

Yuya rests his arms on his legs. He knows he means somewhere not here, but given his panic...]

Okay. But if I'm going to convince them it's okay for you to leave, there's going to have to be trust both ways. Can we trust you not to run off on your own? I can come with you, or I can find someone else.

[ But you still don't say it to their faces!!

Despite his earlier panic, getting to talk and engage in a conversation has calmed Shuuya down somewhat. He still wants to get away from this situation as soon as possible, but he can also be cooperative... or appear to be.

He gives Yuya this smile, and nods. Think about who you're dealing with, Yuya, and ask yourself if you trust him. ]

[Tragically, Yuya trusts older Kano. The only reason he's slightly antsier with a smaller version is because he's acting like a cornered animal.]

Okay. Wait here, I'll be right back. [Yuya straightens up and steps aside. Not at all out of view, but to the side to talk to one of the nurses.

The nurse is eyeing Kano critically from over Yuya's shoulder, while he tries to convince her to release Kano on the promise that Yuya will look after him, and make sure he rests.]

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[ If there's one thing he prides himself in, it's being quiet, the ability to make himself small and unnoticed and unimportant. Shuuya doesn't even look around to make sure the coast is clear; the moment Yuya gets far enough away from the door that he can't immediately slam it in Shuuya's face, he moves towards it and slips outside.

Good bye. ]

[Which makes Yuya's pleas sound empty, and the nurse points out to hin that Kano's walking right out, so how sre they going to trust Yuya to keep an eye on--]--Shuuya!

[Yuya doesn't even finish listening before he snaps around and dashes for the door to follow him right out.]

[ Even if he wanted to, he doesn't get very far. Just outside the door, he'd gone and sat down with his back pressed against the wall and knees drawn up to his chest to make himself look small, staring up at Yuya as the other boy bolts out of the door and would maybe miss him if he keeps running instead of stopping and taking a look around.

One can hope. ]

[The only thing that stops Yuya from bolting down the hall is he doesn't know which direction he ran. He couldn't be that fast, could he? But he doesn't know when Kano's illusion powers came about. What if he's hiding, or...]

K--Shuuya! [There's clear panic etched on his face as he looks around, spinning on his heels to check up and... down.]

Oh. [His shoulders slump immediately.] You're right there.

[ It's really too bad that Yuya didn't just run off and leave him alone, even if the plan with well up until halfway and Shuuya almost finds that amusing. In the end, he glances up to meet Yuya's eyes, and then back down again to the ground, pulling his knees a little closer to himself.

Is this okay? is the silent question that floats around, is him sitting here okay, where it's by the infirmary but not inside of it, without four walls all around making him feel like he's trapped, without so many people and so much noise and movement that he can barely stand it. It's not like he can wander off too far, right? ]

[This is so stressful... maybe if Yuya had any siblings, or much younger friends, he'd have a better idea what to do.

No one else seems to be coming out of the infirmary, so for now Yuya just moves to put his back to the wall beside Kano and slides down to sit.]

Okay... let's start from the beginning. [Now that he's not (probably) dying.] Do you know where you are right now?

[ Shuuya glances over at Yuya, eyes widening in surprise when he chooses to sit next to him. ...He scoots over just a little bit, just so they're not sitting so close, but then keeps his gaze trained on Yuya's shoes, the closest thing to eye contact that he'll be getting at the moment.

If it's not a question directly about him and his well-being, he's a little less defense as a whole, shaking his head slowly because he knows heck all where he is and there's nothing he can gain from it by lying. ]

[Yuya rests his cheek on his hand.] You're at Daybreak Academy. It's a magic school in France. Do you--[His gaze flickers over Kano briefly.] Remember what was happening when you... found yourself here?

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[ Yuya gets a blank stare at the mention of schools and France, and something of doubt when he brings up something so obviously fake as magic.

But then he asks whether Shuuya remembers what happened when he found himself here and he's thrown back into the memory, of coming home and finding his mother on the ground and that man with the kitchen knife and there was so much blood and he couldn't do anything and

ughhhhh

He buries his face in his arms and nods. ]

... Do you want to talk about it? [Yuya knows Kano went through something horrible... probably a lot of horrible things when he was younger. But he didn't get the impression his mom had tried to kill him... of course, he could have also been very wrong.]

[ Perhaps predictably, Shuuya shakes his head, taking advantage of the movement to wipe his eyes on his sleeves and pretend he isn't crying.

No, he doesn't want to talk about it. Because having lived through it once was painful enough; why would he want to live through it a second time, especially when he doubts he'll be able to get the entire story out without breaking down and crying.

His mother... His mother is gone, she's dead, and without her, he doesn't know what to do. Having revolved his entire life around her, what is he supposed to do now? Cry. He hates himself for being so weak, that all he can do is cry, but once he starts he can't stop, sniffles turning into choked sobs, and then he starts to wail into his arms until his voice cracks. ]

[Yuya's not surprised by the answer. He reaches out with some hesitance when Kano starts to sob, aiming to put his arm very gently around his shoulders in comfort. It's a light enough gesture that it'd be easy to squirm out of, but... Yuya kind of hopes it helps more than that.

He stays silent, to give Kano the space to weep.]

[ It's a nice gesture, but one Shuuya takes entirely the wrong way, letting out a cry and wrenching himself out of the way the moment the weight of Yuya's arm falls on his shoulders. He looks up towards Yuya with wild, tearful eyes, expecting somebody else in his place, but it's just Yuya, a stranger.

Stupid, why is he crying in front of a stranger, making him worry and he definitely would feel awkward about a kid crying in front of him.

Furiously scrubbing his sleeve over his face, Shuuya stands back up and shakes his head. He's not going to cry. Crying makes things worse; he won't do it in front of other people. Come on, Shuuya. Smile, smile... ]

'm okay now, so... You don't have to stay.

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