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lifenet2018-08-11 03:21 pm
ichininyaanshi) wrote in lifenet2018-08-11 03:21 pm
farstones; aug 11
[It opens to a wet, spitting noise, followed by a bleak chuckle.]
Emotions... honesty? That's what you guys are saying, huh? It's supposed to be as easy as that? [a beat.] Tch... I don't usually do the story thing, b-but I guess... this is gonna be my only chance, so here goes nothing.
[Ichimatsu draws a slow, deep breath; or one that tries to be deep, but seems to drag along the way, stuttering through his airway like a broken windshutter.]
Once there was a bunch of shitty, useless brothers. Six of 'em. All they did was bother everyone and t-take up space. Annoying, loud, selfish, meddlesome... that was all of them in a nutshell.
... except the fourth son. The others were just a pain in the ass to deal with, but the fourth one... wasn't even that. He was just a sad, unburnable piece of trash with no will to live. And you know what? He didn't need the others. He was better off without 'em. They just... held him b-back... and he didn't miss 'em at all.
[A violent, retching cough, followed by a few seconds of silence; then he clears his throat, as if nothing had happened.]
And they're pr... obably better off, too. That's the sort of happy ending this cursed family can look forward to. Them, and any of the fourth brother's new friends... who make it out of this.
[He pauses, as if waiting for another quick retribution, but this time... nothing. He gives a soft and wheezing huff of laughter.]
... but enough about those guys. If we're gonna talk like it's easy... like we're better than all the jerks who died here before... why don't you tell me about all the stuff you won't acknowledge? I'll be the one who takes your shit to the grave for you.
Heh... or maybe I'll j-just see you there. We're just the same as them in the end, right?
Emotions... honesty? That's what you guys are saying, huh? It's supposed to be as easy as that? [a beat.] Tch... I don't usually do the story thing, b-but I guess... this is gonna be my only chance, so here goes nothing.
[Ichimatsu draws a slow, deep breath; or one that tries to be deep, but seems to drag along the way, stuttering through his airway like a broken windshutter.]
Once there was a bunch of shitty, useless brothers. Six of 'em. All they did was bother everyone and t-take up space. Annoying, loud, selfish, meddlesome... that was all of them in a nutshell.
... except the fourth son. The others were just a pain in the ass to deal with, but the fourth one... wasn't even that. He was just a sad, unburnable piece of trash with no will to live. And you know what? He didn't need the others. He was better off without 'em. They just... held him b-back... and he didn't miss 'em at all.
[A violent, retching cough, followed by a few seconds of silence; then he clears his throat, as if nothing had happened.]
And they're pr... obably better off, too. That's the sort of happy ending this cursed family can look forward to. Them, and any of the fourth brother's new friends... who make it out of this.
[He pauses, as if waiting for another quick retribution, but this time... nothing. He gives a soft and wheezing huff of laughter.]
... but enough about those guys. If we're gonna talk like it's easy... like we're better than all the jerks who died here before... why don't you tell me about all the stuff you won't acknowledge? I'll be the one who takes your shit to the grave for you.
Heh... or maybe I'll j-just see you there. We're just the same as them in the end, right?
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You should be more worried about yourself, don't you think?
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Like... his own happy ending?
[Pretend to be completely oblivious. Ichimatsu's going to think he's an idiot, so what.]
Nah, I'm not in any hurry. You finish your story first, then maybe I'll tell you mine.
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[MISSION SUCCESS?? I'm sorry he's rude.]
No deal. If you'd rather die than spill your guts to me, that's your problem. I'm done.
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[Yeah, he's an idiot. Nearly everyone has called him that at least once.]
You'd really rather die?
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[Which he'd probably still say even if he was aware the guy he's talking to doesn't have a nose. Either way, his tone is defensive.]
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[You have only yourself to blame, Ichimatsu.]
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Yeah, and I'm still puking ugly flowers that look like shit. Maybe someone else should give it a shot.
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You don't know me and I don't know you. That's about as anonymous as it gets around here. I'm not going to tell anyone.
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[For a few moments, it may sound like he intends to end things there, hang up and move on to less combative pastures. But then, after an extended pause, he sighs.]
Fine. You want me to be honest? I don't care if I live or die or not. I just wanted to see how things would go if I challenged everyone else.
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[He's very, very talented at being annoying and stupid, sometimes both at the same time! Isn't that great? Everyone deserves to be good at something.]
Hey, don't lump me in with everyone else, I'm not going to sit around and die. [If that's possible.] Not because they say I'll come back.