[player plot] Kagerou Daze

[suddenlybees]

WHO: OTA, some prompts semi-open per sign-ups
WHERE: Side A: Outlands, Side B: Daybreak
WHEN: Forward dated to May 23
WHAT: See details here
WARNINGS: Death and dying, and everything that comes along with it
NOTES: In your toplevel, please note whether you're playing on side A or side B! The plot will ICly take place from May 23-24, and players can continue to sign up throughout the month, partnered with an NPC student. Characters who do not sign up are still free to get involved with Side B prompts, so your character does NOT have to die to play with this plot. For any further questions, please direct them here. I will be NPCing Saeru and posting with kazokun

i. dawn, 5/23, open to all
[ The faintest of tremors runs through the ground. For a campus situated in the mountains, this may be scary, but hardly unexpected— if the tremor did not come with a surge of mist, black fog hissing like steam under pressure, filtering out from cracks in the pavement just outside of Theater Lenormand.

> Investigate the source, and potentially discover more about what happened, and what to do about it. There will be people who would need the help. ]

ii. throughout 5/23, closed to side A/B
[ It happens swiftly, quietly, without fanfare. Perhaps you're just minding your own business, waking up and seeking out breakfast, yawning and sidestepping before you crash into another student passing by, when there is suddenly a knife in your side, a twist and white hot pain. Perhaps you're hurrying to class, hear the shatter of glass, and make the mistake of stopping in place to look; you don't even know what fell on you, just that it was falling fast, it was heavy, and it was deadly. Perhaps you've caught wind of the rumors by now, suspicions circulating around a certain boy who is always in the wrong place at the wrong time. Avoid the boy, they say, he's bad luck. But maybe you mean to seek him out.

> Initial deaths can be played out or handwaved; let me know here if you want Saeru in a thread, otherwise feel free to NPC them yourself! ]

iii. 5/??, Kagerou Daze, closed to side A
[ You remember dying. At least, you think you died. It's hard to tell, because in the midst of a blink, the world dissolves around you and rebuilds itself into something... familiar. Maybe not familiar by sight, but the uncanny familiarity is still there, nudging at fears and worries long buried. What happened? Is there anybody here? How do you get out...

> Create your own world and make your escape! Once your character escapes from their world, they will find on their possession a small iridescent stone. ]

iv. 5/24, Daybreak Academy, closed to side B
[ What happened? You remember... dying? There was somebody else with you, you're sure of it, but they're nowhere to be seen. It could be hard to tell for some, but thick, clotted blood or a glance at your watch may be hints that 5-10 minutes have passed since you were last aware of things. Maybe you hit your head, because there's a faint hissing sound whispering at the back of your mind, like white noise, easily ignored.

There is no immediate or glaring indication that a Snake lies dormant in you, unless you're naturally attune to such things. The new power you've been granted may also come instinctively or not, a gift from the Snake housed within you.

> Have fun with your new powers! It was worth it, watching your friends get killed, right? ]

misc, not a real prompt.
[ For Side A characters who keep the stone on them after their escape, it grows steadily hotter the closer they are to their Side B partner. Once both partners meet and touch the stone at the same time, please let me know here!

For Side B characters, a toplevel regarding the final Saeru fight will be posted sometime on 5/15, to allow for investigation and IC discussion before confronting the daemon. ]

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[suddenlybees]

Kano; closed to side A
[ Darkness. That's the first thing he notices when he opens his eyes again, the overwhelming darkness. For a second, his mind flashes to Wist, to disappearing and not existing and to fear— but he can feel his feet hit the ground hard when he takes a staggering step, he can feel the tight squeeze in his chest when he wraps his arms around himself. He can't hear his footsteps at all, nor his breath nor his voice. A light flashes in the periphery of his vision, but when he turns his head, it's gone. Maybe he just thought it up.

Time to... extend his arms in front of him and zombie navigate this place, he supposes, and pray he doesn't step off a cliff. ]

Saeru; closed to side B/those who did not sign up
[ A general prompt for a Saeru encounter when they aren't in the middle of a murder! Even daemons need a break sometimes, shoving a corpse off a bench and wiping the splatters of blood off the half-eaten bagel and taking it for themselves. ???talk??? idk ]

Side A

[foolishjustice]

[Akechi has never been afraid of the dark. If he had, he'd never have been able to set foot in Mementos. But this is...something else entirely. It's not dark, so much as...empty. He knows there's something here, can feel the ground under his feet, but the silence is unnerving.

He doesn't have a flashlight, but he draws his saber and extends the glowing blade, using the faint blue light to let him watch his step as he slowly walks forward. He can still barely see, and can't shake the feeling that his light, helpful as it is, makes him a target. He's the only thing visible here...what if there's something lurking in the shadows, just waiting for some scared human to turn on a light and give themselves away? The thought prompts him to call up his magical outfit, drawing on Grimehkala for the Persona's defensive abilities.

Assured of his physical safety, he's left to explore...with nothing to interrupt his own thoughts as they chase each other around his head. He died...he remembers that much. Is this the afterlife? It's not what he'd imagined...has some sort of god or demon seen fit to punish him for his crimes? An eternity of nothing but stewing in his own guilt...it would be fitting. And yet, this seems almost too soft for that. If it was really preying on his guilt, he'd be seeing reminders of people he's hurt, or worse. Unless he's meant to remind himself of them, in which case, the void is doing its job.

He's so engrossed in his own thoughts that what little awareness he has of what's around him is gone, his focus turned entirely inward as he walks in his small bubble of light.]

[suddenlybees]

[ Kano is afraid of the dark. Emptiness, he's also afraid of. Silence. But he's also accustomed to all of these things, living alongside his fears and forcing himself to go through the motions despite of it. It's neither hot nor cold in this place, there is no breeze or sense of weather, it feels a bit like a dream... a nightmare, if not for the fact that he can feel the pain of his nails digging into his arms even though the fabric of his sleeves as he holds himself close again. Familiar things.

He shuffles his feet as he walks, so unlike the skip and hop in his step that he tends to present with when he's out in the open daylight, but in this way, he'll be able to keep from tripping. Like this, unable to see, it's as it he isn't making any progress at all, not matter how much he hikes up the pace until he's nearly running just to get somewhere—-

Pain.

His face- he squeezes his eyes shut involuntarily, but there's no change in the ever present darkness- he takes a step back but he can't tell what happened, whether he'd run into something or what, is his nose bleeding?? he can't tell. ]

[hippocarnival]

[Closed to Nana]

[Yuya's day is like any other, if more restless from the nightmares screwing up his ability to sleep. Maybe all the stress lately is getting to him.

He adjusts his bag as he swings around the corner, students that he passes by getting little attention.]

[Heat Haze | 3-way thread with side A]

[He died... is this hell? Something instinctually doesn't feel comfortable about where he is, even though he hasn't opened his eyes yet.

He should move eventually, though, and after a moment he forces himself to peek around while feeling his chest for the wound.

Where is he?]

heat haaaazze

[suddenlybees]

[ If this is hell, it's not too bad, Kano thinks to himself when he opens his eyes. It's not a familiar street he finds himself standing on, but it is at least city streets— strange, because he was definitely underground half a second ago. This memory loss thing is getting to be quite a pain...

Ahh, but there's Yuya. Maybe he'll know what happened, or whether Kano lost another month or whatever between then and now. There is no open wound when Yuya touches his chest, skin smoothed over and completely healed, though the blood is still there on his clothes and the pain— a dull pain, like a bruise, when Yuya touches his chest, and then sharp stabbing and gnawing in Kano's chest the exact moment Yuya presses his hand against his chest, and he yells out involuntarily, like all the pain he's supposed to have has been transferred over to somebody else. That's going to happen, in this world. Careful, Yuya.

At least the pain is fleeting, it doesn't linger as it should, and Kano's up on his feet and staggering towards Yuya again. He gets two steps in before he's knocked back onto his ass, having run into some sort of... invisible barrier? It must be what that was, because he'd run into nothing except that was a solid nothing, a wall preventing him from reaching Yuya. It doesn't hurt, running into the wall. Or, at least, it doesn't hurt Kano. Yuya, though, gets to feel his nose getting smashed and a sharp pain shoot up his hip, even when he's just standing there unmoving. ]

[hippocarnival]

[Yuya stares at the blood sitting stark on his white school shirt, until he hears the yelp and it makes him snap to attention all at once. Someone's here.

He scrambles up, but he's forced to stop when pain shoots through his face and hip and he doubles over to grip his nose. Ow, what was that?

He looks up a second time, slowly.] Kano...?

[He didn't expect to see anyone he knows. He rises to his feet and tries to walk to Kano instead, having missed what happened the first time, at a trance-like pace. Is it really Kano?]

[playitagain]

[Nana has been... having a time of it. She had a deeply disturbing vision; one of Yuya covered in blood, in her arms. She woke up screaming.

Now, she's exhausted. She looks tired as she walks next to Yuya... and under that is a deep, abiding unease. It makes her distracted. She looks sideways at him, and then tilts her head.]

Yuya, maybe we should hurry back.

[hippocarnival]

Huh? [Yuya looks up to Nana, blinking slowly.] Hurry back where? There's still one more class.

[Did she forget? Actually, not that he looks at her, she doesn't look all that good.] Are you sick? Maybe you should skip yours, actually...

Closed to Nana

[hippocarnival]

[It's... late when he gets back. Or is it early morning? It must be that the sun isn't quite out. Yuya doesn't move for a while, staring up at the ceiling in the empty, quiet hall.

It takes time before he pushes himself up, after feeling for wounds that aren't there. The stone in his hand is gripped tightly--it wasn't there before, but now it anchors him.

He makes his way down the hall, across the campus to the Lumiere dorm. Up the steps to the third floor and... finally in front of Nana's room.

He takes a shuddering breath before he knocks.]

Prompts below

[unpocoloco]

Tonight's already been... a weird night. He woke up that evening, earlier than usual, walking along with one of the older night students and chatting idly, when he'd felt the shove at his back-- a slam more like. Three stories of spiraling steps around, and he remembers going over the railing, breathless, and feeling the student with him grasping at his shirt.

He remembers the rush of air and hearing the scream of the student going down with him. He remembers shifting fast to bones, hoping to pull himself together last minute, shift back to something whole and catch the one going down with him. He remembers hitting the floor in a daze, hearing something, and pulling together to find... nothing. Nothing but blood. He barely has the presence of mind to look up, but by the time he does, there's nothing there either.

Unsteady, he does the same thing he always does in these sorts of situations, when he's left with a death that leaves no trace. He picks himself up and he keeps moving.

Caving | For Toki

[unpocoloco]

Whatever classes this particular building is used for, it appears that class is over. Not everyone likes to run their job into the night and he doesn't blame those people. Still, it was the closest set of classrooms and he'd really hoped he might he might find one of the faculty members, if not the missing student themself.

It's chance at all that he's running into anyone. The boy's probably lost or something. He calls out anyway.

"Toki! Toki, I'm sorry, do you have your translator on you? I'm looking for someone. Older student, long sandy hair--" He's speaking a little faster than he normally would with this boy, still a little jittery off... whatever just happened. He describes the missing student as best he can, giving a name. Unfortunately, Toki almost definitely hasn't seen them, translator or no.

Also unfortunate is the building's odd creaking.

With The Fishes | For Ekkehardt

[unpocoloco]

He's already so drained. Multiple shifts in one night, with injuries. If he could pass out, it really wouldn't have taken this much effort. Unfortunately, he can't. But he can feel pain.

He hears the thump of another dropping body-- some passing student-- but the fire extinguisher slams to the back of his skull before he can look. It's only a miracle that keeps it from cracking. He drops to the floor, dazed, and the extinguisher is thrown to the ground before him seconds after. His attacker wastes no time. Tight cord winds around his ankles, his legs, and then he's yanked backwards. He scrambles on instinct but finds no grip on the tile floor-- another stain there, no body. He's dragged through a doorway, kicked down a shorter set of stairs. Of course it doesn't kill him, nothing's killed him all night, but it hurts. He groans, still pushing up onto his hands faster than someone living might, but it's still only to see what the other end of the rope's been tied to; a gym weight.

"Wait, what--" The figure, with their back turned, drags both the weight and him to the pool's edge. There's a roughness to those movements, like the person is either frustrated or, well, committing a murder. The moment he's still Héctor reaches to try and remove those ropes, a mistake when his hands are then yanked back behind him. He almost calls for help, mouth opening... but then he doesn't. He takes a breath instead and in a second he's shoved in the pool and sinking.

He looks up as he goes, trying to see the face through the rippling water and burning chlorine, but it's impossible to make out. He waits until what he's sure is just long enough and then releases that breath, air bubbling to the surface. The figure there stays, waits longer, then at last turns away. He watches then as the pool cover closes over him. He can hardly believe this is happening. Thankfully, he doesn't see the figure returning. He starts working on untying himself.

He doesn't know how long that takes, but he manages to get his feet undone. A shame, because if he could get his hands free he could have used that rune to call for Imelda long ago. Then again, with something like this, maybe it's better he doesn't call anyone. And so, next comes the part where he tries to kick through pool's cover. It's not going well. At most, he's making an enormous racket.

Snake Eyes | For Imelda

[unpocoloco]

Side B - Daybreak, Lumiere | OTA

[unpocoloco]

He limps back, unseeing. The hissing in his head is no different than the ringing in his ears. He sees Imelda's blood, hears Imelda's voice, nothing else.

He doesn't realize where he is, where he's gone, until her door is creaking open before him and it's her things spread out, not his, that catches the light of the hall. He stumbles in. There's the bed where she slept, a blanket from home neatly folded at the end. There are her things, some mementos from students, some gifts sent from home, letters. There are photos. Her parents. Her brothers. Coco. Their daughter. Their orphaned daughter. His finger bones shake as he reaches for that frame now.

"Mrrow?" He stops, fingers hovering, then turns. Pepita's there, her grey and striped self, not the towering Outland beast she is. She sits in the doorway and meows again.

"...She's not here. She's gone, Pepita. Go home."

Pepita gets up and walk in, closer to him. He shakes his head, stepping back, bumping into and bracing upon the dresser.

"Pepita, she's gone. She's gone, she's really, really gone. You can leave now." The cat yowls again, plaintive, questioning.

"She's not coming back, please just- please- go... go..." His knees clack upon the floor as he drops. The sobs come and they don't stop, and this time Pepita doesn't glare at him, hiss, or even yowl for her return. With a nudge of her head, she pushes her way into his arms. He gets up with her and walks to the edge of the bed and cradles her just like that, weeping into her fur as she purrs to soothe them both.



Time blurs. At some point he managed human-ness again, but only in form. His eyes are still blank, face still streaked. At some point after that he realized the power he had now. It had been in a little box on her dresser. He hadn't expected it. He'd expected it here even less. Now, he holds the wedding ring between his fingers, spinning it idly. Again and again he replays the memories like a film reel, watching his own life, her life, appear before his eyes. Beyond the end of the bed he sits at is an altar and his younger, happier self looks into her eyes with love and promises forever as the priest promises only until death. But he hears a sound not a part of that vision and he blinks out of it without looking over to the open door.

He croaks, "If you're looking for my wife, she's not here."

Pepita, upon the bed and at his side, sits up alert. There are a number of other items of Imelda's spread out on the bed behind them.

Closed to Side A

[foolishjustice]

[At first glance, it seems like Akechi is somehow back in Tokyo. The skyline looms familiar, Shibuya's famous shopping center visible across the busy Scramble. But something...is off. The pedestrians crowding the sidewalk and crossing are all indistinct, with their only distinguishing features being masquerade-style half-masks, each beautiful and carefully crafted. Behind each mask, though, wicked eyes gleam, staring out with judgment and contempt.

Whispers surround him, speaking of 'the Imposter Prince', calling him a liar and a bastard, a blight and a mother-killer, and other things somehow worse. It's almost enough that he doesn't notice the black suited figures moving amidst the crowd, their masks those of terrifying oni in contrast to the civilians' elegant ball masks. They're watching him, he can tell, and he does the only thing he can think of. He bolts.

He knows Shibuya well, he's fled down its streets before...but now, the crowd moves to block his path nearly as soon as he turns toward it. He tries for a fire escape, to get to a roof and move above the crowd, but more people exit the building through the emergency doors and block his route. The only path that seems to remain open is the subway. In fact, the area around it is wide open, almost inviting...but just as inviting to any sniper who might be lying in wait.]

[hippocarnival]

[Among the crowd of masks, there's one person whose face isn't covered--although his bright hair is probably the first thing Akechi can see, it's hard to miss saturated green and red.

Yuya's a little dazed as he pushes through the crowd, in his uniform with the blood from his death still staining the front. This is... mildly familiar, having walked the streets with Nana almost two months ago. But he doesn't know them as well.

He sees the black-suited people, first, trying to move away from them as well when he spots someone else through the crowd--] Akechi?

Closed to Ekkehardt

[hattersgonnahat]

[While not the best vessel, Puella still would have made for easy enough prey. As the number gradually raised, it wasn't only a matter of time that she was eventually greeted by an older student she had never met before, and beckoned to follow him. An unusual offer, but no serious red flags for her. Everyone at the school had been surprisingly kind to her which has made her far too trusting.]

[That is until they reached their destination. It was a small classroom that clearly had not been used in quite some time. Puella was starting to have a slight bad feeling, but she still rushed ahead of the student to find what this 'mystery thing' was. ...All too easy. This one only took a fraction of the effort than some of the others.]

[Puella heard the door softly close and turned around, noticing that the student was now brandishing a knife. She quickly went from wary to terrified as he moved closer, and realizing what he was planning to use it for. Puella was literally and figuratively cornered, but she made the fast decision to using the force one of her jumps would have to 'kick' a chair towards the student, in the attempt to distract him long enough to run for the door. Needless to say, it did catch him off guard, but not for too long. Puella still saw him take a swipe, and well, she's still alive, but she could start to feel a burning hot pain in her arm.]

[It didn't matter, she just had to make it to the door. Which she got pretty damn close, but suddenly felt a weight on her back and fell forward, disorientated. She was completely pinned to the ground, despite best efforts. The only thing she could really see was that her hat had apparently rolled a foot or so away.]

...D-don't... [It was a futile plea. She was too scared to do much of anything else. Not like this anyway. Why was this happening? What did she do? She didn't want to die.] DON'T.

[It was the largest burst of Radiance she had ever created. ...Too bad neither the student or the daemon possessing him was was undead enough to actually feel it. But something else had happened in that same moment, the student's knife hand suddenly struggled to move. Tiny, barely visible sparkles were trying to hold it in place. Not that Puella could see what the actual hold up was. Although, she's not so sure why she could hear a clock so faintly at the moment.]

[spelleton]

[ Normally, someone who's repulsed by the innate ability all Candles possess would go out of their way to avoid it. Ekkehardt, in his practical way, uses it as yet another way of detecting incidents on campus; large, sudden bursts of Radiance usually indicate trouble.

The classroom door opens.

As quick as Ekkehardt is to react, the mysterious knife-wielding student has the advantage, since he's hesitant to actually react to a student as a threat. Before he can grab or question them, they ram the knife into him instead and shove him away before bolting out the door.

It doesn't have any effect on him, besides tearing his clothing. He's not particularly concerned about it, either. His voice is as calm as ever as he goes to Puella, kneeling down to see her better. ]

Miss Tempus. Are you injured?

[soft_focus]

[CLOSED | Adelaide]

Deaths, as quickly as they're happening for the moment, aren't something that Reira is aware are happening of course. It's perhaps been within the last few hours after all. Maybe there's a few shouts, but for the most part it's just...Happening. People dying. Going to some strange other world, or simply being thrown for such a shock that something floats inside unnoticed.

But Reira doesn't have to die for this because Reira is open, a vessel waiting to be filled. She doesn't even need the shock, which is good because so little shocks her. It's nothing that any of them know to be relevant yet to be fair.

For now, Reira just happens to be wandering about as she always does, her bracelets clinking as she watches those passing by.

[OTA | IV + 'MISC']

Reira knows what she saw, or at least she thinks she does. One minute something was going to happen. Absolutely going to happen- there was no way to prevent it she was sure. And then...It didn't? She was mostly alone, and her sprites were buzzing about Something or other, which doesn't sit too well alongside the bit of white noise that doesn't seem to want to go away.

Something definitely happened here, but she supposes she should just forget about it.

The next little while though is...well. Interesting. It starts simply enough- Reira's in line at the food tables, and looking over everything looks to the cook and remarks that it would be much nicer if there were more desserts.

The cook agrees, to Reira's surprise- and that's nice.

And then it happens in class. Any of her classes really. Reira has always been a bit pouty about being inside a building all day, but this time as she remarks that it would be nicer if things were 'outside'...the teacher agrees too. Well. Most of the time.

Less than human staff are probably going to be a bit resistant.

The point is though, she'll just make some kind of comment, present some kind of idea and then...they do it.

Reira's got no idea what's going on here, or even that she's doing anything at all- but after all the vegetables are replaced with things like cookies and cheesecakes it might be an idea to question things. Or question her, for that matter.

[transfusionem]

Adelaide doesn't think much of what's happening - she has no idea there's anything happening at all. She doesn't know about the murders, nor does she know there's a daemon loose on campus that isn't supposed to be. As far as she knows, it's just a normal day.

She keeps thinking that up to when she nearly runs over Reira on her way across campus. She almost doesn't see the girl, but she manages to stop herself just before they collide. "Oh!"

She takes a step back, looking her over. "Sorry, sorry, I wasn't looking."

Forward dated to 5/24

[kazokun]

(note: OTA for side B, non-murder participants, and those who successfully escaped from side A)


[ Of the two Saeru could have possessed, it was a good choice to choose this boy over the other, a kid with a kind face and soft voice, who nobody would suspect before it's too late. And it was too late, again and again and again, fingernails stained red even after he washes his hands for the tenth time today. It's nice... finally being out of the darkness of the Outlands, to have a body that can feel the warmth of the sunlight, the calm breeze that plays with his hair as it picks up, the thrill of the hunt. The surge of power every time blood is spilt, and Saeru crushes another one of his brethren and takes their power for his own.

Truly. This must be what it feels like to be alive. ]

Enter: Dragon

[hippocarnival]

[Saeru's swell time is about to be interrupted when he's cutting through a hallway on the first floor, when about twenty feel behind him a swirling cone of fire shatters the windows and scorches the rock to open a wide, smoldering hole.

And then Odd-Eyes crawls through, terrifyingly quick as he twists his long neck in Saeru's direction and lets out a shrieking, piercing roar.

He found you, you fucker. He might've lost the scent when he washed off Yuya's blood, but not enough.]

[transfusionem]

side a;

[Dying, it turns out, is not a very pleasant thing. It is actually incredibly unpleasant - and maybe that’s because Adelaide is very hard to kill. She doesn’t remember how she died or how she got here - she got hit on the head at some point, she thinks? Everything is just a blur.

Nothing could prepare her for what she sees. She’s standing in a forest - the trees are huge and imposing but the forest isn’t dark the way forests are supposed to be. The forest is incredibly bright, and it seems like the leaves are reflective. They glitter in the sunlight, and Adelaide squints against the brightness. Leaves cover the ground - and some still seem to be in a perpetual state of falling.

None of it seems natural, but between the light and the leaves the ground is impossible to see. Adelaide stares around the trees, and...she needs to find her way out of the forest. But which way does she go…?]

side a, injury edition;

[Getting out of this forest isn’t going to be as easy as she thought. The leaves falling from the trees are sharp. There are cuts on her feet and legs from walking through the piles, and she’s in so much pain that pushing forward is getting even harder. But what’s worse, though, are the things the leaves are hiding.

She doesn’t notice the trap - it’s impossible too, with the leaves that have been placed over it carefully. Nothing seems out of place. But then she steps down and there’s the crack of bones and the feeling of something snapping into place and when she looks down her leg is a mess. She cries out, slowly dropping. Her hands shake as she tries to pry the trap open, but....

But she doesn’t have the strength for it. Not here. Not in whatever nightmare she’s found herself in. She needs help, or she needs to wait to get her strength back.]

let’s imagine she got out;

[Adelaide manages to get out of the Daze - which. She can hardly believe it. She wakes up with a stone, and there has to be something about it. She keeps it close, tucked in her pocket, and keeps checking for it as she makes her way about and through campus.

She looks...shaken. She nearly barrels into someone, and she ducks her head, instantly apologetic.]

Sorry, wasn’t looking, sorry.

[And then she goes tense. That’s...how she got herself killed. Nearly running into Reira.

But...maybe this time will be okay?]

side a;

[suddenlybees]

[ Kano hates forests. The way it's impossible to move silently without a thin branch or dry leaf giving yourself away, shadows all muddled together by waving branches and roaring breezes, and he can barely see ten feet in front of him, hood pulled over his head and eyes to cut out the glare and a switchblade in his hand that he keeps with the edge pressed against his thumb.

The light makes it hard to see cuts in the bark, but faint smears of bright red stand out, marking the path he takes in his meandering through the trees. ]

let’s imagine she got out;

[yokeye]

[Toki is about to say it's fine, but Adelaide looks different, an expression he hasn't seen her with before; a frightened quality maybe.]

Adelaide? Are you okay?

[He was looking for her actually, but everything he was going to bring up is pushed to the back of his thoughts.]