Characters: Break and Ryoji Location: The alley where Vriska kicked the bucket I mean died Time: Early evening Style: Fiiiirst Status: Closed Note: Forward-dated a few days, to March 16th or so.
[ He hadn't been expecting anyone else. Ryoji silently stood there--still covered in bandages, without his signature scarf, his hair down for once and not slicked back.
The bandages were on his head, around where Gamzee had cracked his head with his, his chest, his wrist, and around his arms where the cuts had been particularly bad. Luckily, he healed quickly enough to be... up, by now.
He'd stopped by a flower place, and gotten a bouquet. What he asked for was an odd request, but they filled it for him anyway. He'd put it in the day before; only stopped by to pick it up now.
So in the alleyway where he'd... had to let go of her body (and all hope of her living any further), Ryoji dropped a bouquet of blue flowers on the ground, in the corner. Some of the cerulean and black blood--each of theirs, respectively--was left still soaking into the cobblestone. The body was gone, and maybe... he was the only one leaving something here, but he did it nevertheless. ]
I'm... sorry.
[ It was... still difficult to speak, but it had gotten a lot easier over the last few days as his unnatural body began healing itself.
Ryoji was so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he really failed to sense Break was there. It was truly ironic, Death, leaving flowers for the departed. But... to him, it was a way to properly say "Goodbye". ]
[A red eye catches on the scene and he cannot help but smirk amusedly. Ahah. And one of the players in this sad drama had returned to the stage, was it?
...How predictable. He steps closer, until he is peering over Ryoji's shoulder at the flowers.
I can take care of myself too. So could Vriska-chan... That... doesn't mean you might not be in danger.
[ Well, it's long dried by now, of course. Not all of it has really been cleaned up yet, though. The cerulean blood is quite strange, and the black, well... not all of it had seeped together. Some of it was quite separate.
Ryoji merely looks away. ]
... I have a name, you know.
[ ... But more importantly... ] You never told me yours, Jester-san.
The bandages were on his head, around where Gamzee had cracked his head with his, his chest, his wrist, and around his arms where the cuts had been particularly bad. Luckily, he healed quickly enough to be... up, by now.
He'd stopped by a flower place, and gotten a bouquet. What he asked for was an odd request, but they filled it for him anyway. He'd put it in the day before; only stopped by to pick it up now.
So in the alleyway where he'd... had to let go of her body (and all hope of her living any further), Ryoji dropped a bouquet of blue flowers on the ground, in the corner. Some of the cerulean and black blood--each of theirs, respectively--was left still soaking into the cobblestone. The body was gone, and maybe... he was the only one leaving something here, but he did it nevertheless. ]
I'm... sorry.
[ It was... still difficult to speak, but it had gotten a lot easier over the last few days as his unnatural body began healing itself.
Ryoji was so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he really failed to sense Break was there. It was truly ironic, Death, leaving flowers for the departed. But... to him, it was a way to properly say "Goodbye". ]
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...How predictable. He steps closer, until he is peering over Ryoji's shoulder at the flowers.
And--]
...They do so compliment the black very well!
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[ Oh gosh, his heart. ]
You think...? It's... the same as her-- [ Ahem. ] --Text color. The blue.
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[...mmhm. The amusement, it is clear.]
It is quite unfortunate, but I am afraid I must inform you that flowers do not grow well in blood!
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That's not the point, you know? It's... a memory thing.
[ B-baaaaw. Vriska. ;; ] Anyway, what're you doing here? It could still be dangerous. You should be careful.
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But my, thank you for your concern, Mister Death~
[La la la. Stepping on over to observe the blood.]
A curious thing, such dark blood. I am left wondering if it might mean something.
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[ Well, it's long dried by now, of course. Not all of it has really been cleaned up yet, though. The cerulean blood is quite strange, and the black, well... not all of it had seeped together. Some of it was quite separate.
Ryoji merely looks away. ]
... I have a name, you know.
[ ... But more importantly... ] You never told me yours, Jester-san.
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[...He chuckles. "Jester-san", hm? And so he dances a step or two away and bows, flamboyantly.]
Ah, how remiss of me. I am known as Xerxes Break.
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That's not the point! I don't care how strong you are, he could kill you. It's... dangerous.
[ Sigh. ] Break-san... what are you doing here, anyway? I'm sure someone told you about what happened by now, right...?
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[Clack--the cane comes down where the most blood was spilled, and he chuckles, darkly.]
I wonder; the point seems to have been quite sharp indeed.
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He bites back the tears, and swallows. ]
... S-so what? That... well...
[ He exhales. It's a little painful still, but not as bad as it had been, at first. He... honestly doesn't want to be reminded of that. ]
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My, my, Mister Death, you are curiously indecisive. Which is it you'd prefer, I wonder?
[So he was right. He thought so. ...and why is he here? For little more than curiosity, at the moment.]
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[ And it hurts him. So, so very badly. ]
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...Ah, quite tragic indeed.
If you did not exist, it would have been impossible for such a thing to happen, correct?
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[ Sigh. ] I'm an embodiment, not... I don't CAUSE people to die! Not... not yet.
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