Post by Nagareboshi Koi on Jan 11, 2018 16:33:29 GMT -5
If there was one thing Krampusuke and Santako seemed to positively relish in, it was cruel and macabre levels of irony.
This had been evident from the very beginning— from the ways they orchestrated Karina and Hirase’s executions to incorporate the familiar comforts of their lives rioting against them in a wild tangle of violence, from the stage of ballet Karina had once elegantly graced to the waters that Hirase had made it her goal to survey and protect. It was all so sick and twisted and horrible, the idea that the things you revolved your life around could rebel against you and tear your life to pieces— something that Koi couldn’t quite shake.
Perhaps almost as cruel, however, came with the revealed floors in the wake of all the death. Among the new areas was the SHSL Waitress’s Research Lab— established just at the perfect time for Tenshin to never get to see it.
That was what lingered in Nagareboshi’s thoughts as she lingered outside the doorway, hesitance puppeteering every motion she made. Sullen eyes surveyed the entrance, pale fingers curled around the doorknob and still yet to move, as if she feared that by stepping inside, she’d be disgracing the memory of one of her fallen classmates. Her heart thrummed at a slightly faster pace, drumming beneath the looming cage of her ribs, and her brow furrowed in unspoken questioning.
It felt like she was intruding even more when she finally twisted the doorknob, coaxing the door open as she slipped through its archway. She bit her lip and swallowed the anxieties, telling herself that this was all just to scout out or get a coffee cake or honor Tenshin or whatever excuse she could conjure up for being here.
The room was vast and yet cozy— that, she’d been expecting. What she hadn’t been expecting was to see another face.
Looming not far away, their glasses gleaming beneath the light, was Osatsu Kei— the SHSL Comedian, if Nagareboshi remembered correctly. The one who’d been dissociating at the very beginning of this whole mess, and the only other person there besides herself and Suzuki that donned a pair of glasses. They were tiny details to draw upon, and yet they were sufficient— she honestly didn’t have much else to go off of in her mind.
Oh, they loved penguins. There was that too.
Nagareboshi hesitated, her expression twisting slightly with uncertainty. Starting up conversations could always be something of a struggle. But she’d come in here, and she wasn’t alone, so it wasn’t like she had much of a choice.
This had been evident from the very beginning— from the ways they orchestrated Karina and Hirase’s executions to incorporate the familiar comforts of their lives rioting against them in a wild tangle of violence, from the stage of ballet Karina had once elegantly graced to the waters that Hirase had made it her goal to survey and protect. It was all so sick and twisted and horrible, the idea that the things you revolved your life around could rebel against you and tear your life to pieces— something that Koi couldn’t quite shake.
Perhaps almost as cruel, however, came with the revealed floors in the wake of all the death. Among the new areas was the SHSL Waitress’s Research Lab— established just at the perfect time for Tenshin to never get to see it.
That was what lingered in Nagareboshi’s thoughts as she lingered outside the doorway, hesitance puppeteering every motion she made. Sullen eyes surveyed the entrance, pale fingers curled around the doorknob and still yet to move, as if she feared that by stepping inside, she’d be disgracing the memory of one of her fallen classmates. Her heart thrummed at a slightly faster pace, drumming beneath the looming cage of her ribs, and her brow furrowed in unspoken questioning.
It felt like she was intruding even more when she finally twisted the doorknob, coaxing the door open as she slipped through its archway. She bit her lip and swallowed the anxieties, telling herself that this was all just to scout out or get a coffee cake or honor Tenshin or whatever excuse she could conjure up for being here.
The room was vast and yet cozy— that, she’d been expecting. What she hadn’t been expecting was to see another face.
Looming not far away, their glasses gleaming beneath the light, was Osatsu Kei— the SHSL Comedian, if Nagareboshi remembered correctly. The one who’d been dissociating at the very beginning of this whole mess, and the only other person there besides herself and Suzuki that donned a pair of glasses. They were tiny details to draw upon, and yet they were sufficient— she honestly didn’t have much else to go off of in her mind.
Oh, they loved penguins. There was that too.
Nagareboshi hesitated, her expression twisting slightly with uncertainty. Starting up conversations could always be something of a struggle. But she’d come in here, and she wasn’t alone, so it wasn’t like she had much of a choice.
“Oh, hello— Osatsu-san, right?”