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songerein2022-01-02 07:03 pm
mychosenpath) wrote in songerein2022-01-02 07:03 pm
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OPEN ✫ Dreams and Everything After
Who: Ryunosuke and OPEN
Which: Open Log
Where: Dream/Various
What: January Catch-All
Warnings: Spoilers for the second case of the first game in the first set of prompts.
I. Of Time Spent Aboard the S.S. Burya open, interactive dream
(Contains SPOILERS for The Great Ace Attorney, Case Two)
( option 1 )
[You wake from a heavy sleep with a dull, throbbing headache to the sight of a moderately furnished room aboard a ship. It's not the rocking of waves that wakes you, nor the pounding of your head-- though the latter does not seem willing to relent any; leaving your head feeling sluggish and heavy. But just outside your door you can hear a commotion taking place. Russian voices exchange words with one another in heavily-accented English. And while you cannot hear the precise words, there is a sense of panic and urgency among them.
Further investigation of your room yields the sight of a heavy wooden wardrobe, a small round dining table, a sturdy writing desk, a book case laden into the wall and a pull cord above your bed that is attached to a bell. There are also several bags, most certainly for storing luggage. It isn't modern by any means, but it is modestly well put together for the time and the quality of the furnishings are quite good.
Should you care to read them, there are also a list of rules and regulations posted on the wall near the book case. Something about not keeping weapons or other dangerous objects. Pets are also strictly forbidden.
That said, it sounds as though the majority of the noise outside is coming from across the hall, should you wish to investigate.]
( option 2 )
[Everything is pitch black. No amount of blinking will help your eyes adjust to this darkness.
But somehow, even though you cannot see them, you know there is someone else here in this space with you. They, however, do not seem to be able to sense you. All your other senses are that much sharper without your eyes to guide you. You can hear the way they anxiously wring their hands together and fidget anxiously. Their breathing is unsteady-- rushed, even. You can feel their sorrow, their anguish, their fear, their uncertainty. And a crushing loneliness, filled with regret.
While there's no signs of where the empty space ends, there's this unshakable feeling that it's closing in around you.
They're not your feelings though. They're his.]
II. Out of Icelation
[Though he wasn't entirely convinced that the town plaza was the best location for this, he knew he couldn't very well focus on practicing what he wanted in his home without creating a whole mess of the place. Or-- more of a mess than he already does. At least out here, there's more than enough open space-- and much lower chances that he might break or destroy something. Not... zero percent chance or anything but. Closer to it, surely. Unfortunately there's also snow. A good deal of it, too.
Nonetheless, he hasn't come empty-handed. He has with him a notebook filled with ideas and observations on dreamotion energy and the more ~mystical~ magical properties of it. It's positively littered with colored tabs at the top, marking different pages. While he's no Susato, he would definitely say he's watched and learned from the best. They focus on the more practical uses for it, but there are mentions of
In this case though, it seems he may be overthinking things more than a little bit. He seems... nervous.
That energy has actually caused the snow around him to nearly stop-- though it's not exactly still either. It seems to be vibrating in place. But his head is in his books at thoughts so much that he hasn't noticed it.]
...compared to law, this should be nothing. [...he sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose.] Maybe not everyone is cut out for this kind of thing.
III. Wildcard
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Which: Open Log
Where: Dream/Various
What: January Catch-All
Warnings: Spoilers for the second case of the first game in the first set of prompts.
I. Of Time Spent Aboard the S.S. Burya open, interactive dream
(Contains SPOILERS for The Great Ace Attorney, Case Two)
( option 1 )
[You wake from a heavy sleep with a dull, throbbing headache to the sight of a moderately furnished room aboard a ship. It's not the rocking of waves that wakes you, nor the pounding of your head-- though the latter does not seem willing to relent any; leaving your head feeling sluggish and heavy. But just outside your door you can hear a commotion taking place. Russian voices exchange words with one another in heavily-accented English. And while you cannot hear the precise words, there is a sense of panic and urgency among them.
Further investigation of your room yields the sight of a heavy wooden wardrobe, a small round dining table, a sturdy writing desk, a book case laden into the wall and a pull cord above your bed that is attached to a bell. There are also several bags, most certainly for storing luggage. It isn't modern by any means, but it is modestly well put together for the time and the quality of the furnishings are quite good.
Should you care to read them, there are also a list of rules and regulations posted on the wall near the book case. Something about not keeping weapons or other dangerous objects. Pets are also strictly forbidden.
That said, it sounds as though the majority of the noise outside is coming from across the hall, should you wish to investigate.]
( option 2 )
[Everything is pitch black. No amount of blinking will help your eyes adjust to this darkness.
But somehow, even though you cannot see them, you know there is someone else here in this space with you. They, however, do not seem to be able to sense you. All your other senses are that much sharper without your eyes to guide you. You can hear the way they anxiously wring their hands together and fidget anxiously. Their breathing is unsteady-- rushed, even. You can feel their sorrow, their anguish, their fear, their uncertainty. And a crushing loneliness, filled with regret.
While there's no signs of where the empty space ends, there's this unshakable feeling that it's closing in around you.
They're not your feelings though. They're his.]
II. Out of Icelation
[Though he wasn't entirely convinced that the town plaza was the best location for this, he knew he couldn't very well focus on practicing what he wanted in his home without creating a whole mess of the place. Or-- more of a mess than he already does. At least out here, there's more than enough open space-- and much lower chances that he might break or destroy something. Not... zero percent chance or anything but. Closer to it, surely. Unfortunately there's also snow. A good deal of it, too.
Nonetheless, he hasn't come empty-handed. He has with him a notebook filled with ideas and observations on dreamotion energy and the more ~mystical~ magical properties of it. It's positively littered with colored tabs at the top, marking different pages. While he's no Susato, he would definitely say he's watched and learned from the best. They focus on the more practical uses for it, but there are mentions of
In this case though, it seems he may be overthinking things more than a little bit. He seems... nervous.
That energy has actually caused the snow around him to nearly stop-- though it's not exactly still either. It seems to be vibrating in place. But his head is in his books at thoughts so much that he hasn't noticed it.]
...compared to law, this should be nothing. [...he sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose.] Maybe not everyone is cut out for this kind of thing.
III. Wildcard
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no subject
Two opposite sides of the spectrum, but sometimes, that listening ear helps quite a bit to lessen some weight off people's shoulders.]
I would not mind at all. [...] If only I could offer a cup of tea from here, but know that I'm still standing outside this wardrobe. There's few things more disquieting than feeling entirely alone.
no subject
Tea would be nice-- another time.
But... you're right. If there's any place in time where I felt entirely alone... it would be here. This ship... was the scene of a particularly unfortunate incident. A supposedly closed room murder-- a stowaway killing his best friend. And the suspect in chains? That was me.
no subject
He hopes so at least.]
...You were accused of killing Mr. Asogi? I can't imagine such a terrible crime being committed by you.
[And well, it's apparent Mr. Naruhodou didn't do such a thing. But it's still awful to be accused of murder, especially of one's own best friend. For once, however, Vigil tries to look at the positives here.]
I'm assuming that they caught the actual culprit-- and Mr. Asogi is alive and well. He's... still your best friend, he said so himself.
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I suppose in all fairness, it did seem like the most obvious answer at the time. It was a rather incriminating situation. Of course the truth did eventually come out, however...
[Ryunosuke goes quiet for a moment, while he leans back and closes his eyes.]
...I still remember the way Susato looked at me back then. Asking me why-- and looking so destroyed when I couldn't give her an answer that she could believe in.
no subject
Being accused of something you didn't do, for something over murder, that's...
[...Why does he feel like he knows that feeling? Perhaps not the murder portion, but the accusation of doing something terrible?]
...A suffocating feeling. Everything closing around you, your mind going entirely blank.
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...you're exactly right. Kazuma was the one person who would have stood by me, no matter the accusation. But he was the one person who could not. And I realized that I needed to be the one to do it... on my own.
[Ironically that sort of resolution was the very same he was looking for now, as he struggled to find his place in this new world.]
But it was because of those very events that I ended up taking Kazuma's place, studying in Great Britain. That moment which was easily the lowest and most painful in my life... paved the way for a lot of really wonderful experiences. But I never forgot that lonely feeling.
no subject
But ah... he can't think about it now. Vigil is well-aware that line of thinking only causes him stress and neither of them need that right now. Later, when he's in the safety of his own home and out of anyone's dream.]
A loneliness like that can never be forgotten. [....] ...Some of my memories are still missing, but... I still feel them from time to time. A deep feeling of despair and I'm not entirely sure why.
no subject
...I'm sure you'll remember when the time is right. You don't need to force it. But... when that time does come, you won't be alone either. My door is always open.
no subject
That's very kind of you, Mr. Naruhodo. [...] I hope my company has eased some of the loneliness you've been enduring, as odd as it has been talking through this wardrobe.
I don't quite imagine it to be very comfortable for you.