𝖘𝖚𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖑 🪦 date

[refate]

shitpost goes here

Comments

w2, saturday post trial

[psynchronise]

[ yo this sucks.

date is back in the movie theatre, just staring at the blank screen. ]

[refate]

[ just

drops down into a nearby seat to dissociate ]

[psynchronise]

[ what a fucking mood. ]



Fuck that octopus.

[refate]

I should've beaten the shit out of it on Monday when it was chasing us around.



[ he's not saying it like he blames himself for this happening? but the vengeful wrath of wanting to lash out at it. ]

[psynchronise]

I should've let the piranhas eat it on Tuesday, but it--

[ he exhales, short and sharp. ]

It looked like people I know. I couldn't separate the two, even though I knew it wasn't the same thing.

[refate]

[ quiet ]

Yeah. Yeah, it did that to me, too. Earlier, not when we saw it as a group. [ at least it's gone now, he guesses. but at what cost. ]

[psynchronise]

Yeah.

Would you have been able to kill it, looking like that?

[refate]

[ he reaches up to cover his face with both hands, scrubbing. ]

I don't know. Like the dummy? Sure. Happily. [ quiet again, heels of his palms over his eyes. ] ... I'm a logical person, but I don't think I could separate it, either.

[psynchronise]

Exactly.

[ he rubs a hand a little restlessly on his arm. ]

A puppet? Sure. But I don't think I could look something that looked like -- [ he sighs. ] I couldn't kill it, looking the way it did when I saw it.

[refate]

[ he thinks about who he's seen, who else he could, as he lowers his hands tiredly onto the armrests. ]

So, go figure Hell uses something like that against people that didn't intend to hurt anyone. [ hate it, actually. loathe it with every fiber. ]

[psynchronise]

It's Hell. I didn't expect great things, but this is just worse somehow.

Although I do wonder if we overestimate the investment Satan has in what we're doing -- no one said people had to die to secure a place at the party, as far as I know.

[refate]

Haven't heard anything so far. Just the original intel from Bucky about the lone poster with the twenty people VIP list, which was probably a plant to sow discord anyways. I didn't talk to Four, since I figured she would only tell me to go fuck myself, and Lavi was just - a pawn.

[ kicking one foot against the seat in front of him testily. ]

I don't really know what's worse. Are we stuck in an uncaring God scenario, but with Satan, or the great malevolent machinator he's made out to be?

[psynchronise]

You tell me. I don't have any opinion on God, or Satan and whatever this is meant to be. Until now, they were just stories other places told people to scare them into acting a certain way.

[ ... ]

Although, from the sounds of things if the octopus hadn't got involved, Lavi and Mikiri would've just stayed outside in an open area until morning and nothing would have happened. It makes you wonder if there wasn't some intervention there. Lavi's putting the blame for everything on himself, but...