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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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Oh-- right. Then...
[He gives the door a small nudge with the tip of his shoe, pushing it open part way; just to make sure. No more resistance. Or at least the chains that do remain have no intention of stopping him; sliding off as the doors swing open.]
...well. That was easy.
[It's been a while since he's had to scrunch himself up like that for so long. He's pretty happy to be getting out of here.
Long enough that his arch nemesis doesn't cross his mind.
Not until he's stepping out aaand-- effectively falling forward anyway.]
L-leg cramp...
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It's still dark, but truthfully she'd been quietly nursing a flame in the palm of her hand ever since she mentions the lock having been burned off. She watches as Ryunosuke nudges the door open, taking a step back to give him space, but then hurriedly flings herself forward to catch him when he falls.
Heart definitely skipped a beat. Her upper body strength was slightly better than average, thanks to her practiced tosses, but she's still 16. She can feel him slipping through her arms slowly, but opts to cling for as long as she can, trying to lift him up in an awkward hug.
...She doesn't feel the need to say anything. She is relieved to just have him out of the wardrobe and just be, but it'd probably be a good thing if they could be somewhere else other than a dark, dingy dream steamship. ]
You've picked up a flair for the dramatic, I see.
[ He still doesn't hold a candle to Kazuma or Lord van Zieks, though... they can work on it. ]
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The extinguished flame has nothing to do with the flood of comforting warmth he feels as she clings to him. Her support is enough for him to find his footing and steady himself on his good leg while the other takes a bit of time to let blood start flowing back through. She kept him upright, even when he felt like he was going down-- as she always has. There are no proper words for his gratitude or the happiness he feels having her at his side.
With a soft, breathless laugh he wraps his arms around her and embraces her tightly.
Rather than admit what she already knows-- that it wasn't intentional-- he makes an effort to try making a joke of it instead. Maybe it could help hide at least a little of his own sheepishness.]
...does it suit me?
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Her quiet, nervous laughter rings out as he makes the hug a little less awkward, and the steamship rocks slightly, pushing her into him as she goes to hug him back. ]
I haven't decided. I will have to see more, I think.
[ . . . ]
Are you ready to wake up?
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But there is another thing. Something she said earlier had stuck with him. Maybe they both needed this moment. He just needs to be sure she sees it for herself, too.]
Just one last thing... neither of us can control the fact that we weren't there when we wanted to be. So if you can forgive me that much-- then I want you to forgive yourself too. Because I know pretty well how hard you can be on yourself. This wasn't your mistake. And I need you with me now as much as ever.
[He squeezes her gently, resting his forehead atop her head.]
So please don't punish yourself any more than you already have.
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[ For a moment, Susato doesn't know what to say. Tears start to form at her eyes again as he speaks, and how dare he. She should toss him for making her cry, but she's too busy wiping at her eyes. Despite that, she wears a warm smile. ]
Forgiveness must be earned. Only Kazuma-sama can say whether I have or not.
...But thank you, Ryunosuke-san. I will always be at your side when you need me, and even when you don't.
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...then I guess we're both in the same position.
[It's not as though he truly believes Kazuma wouldn't. No-- he's fairly certain he'd be equally exasperated at the both of them for managing to blame themselves for such a thing. But even so... if Susato intended to carry that responsibility with her, then the least he could do was carry it with her.]
Even when I don't, I will always need you. And I'll be right here with you too. So if you ever need me-- just say so.
[He reaches out and takes her hand once she's dried her eyes.]
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I know where you live, at any rate. And you, I.
Don't forget, you will always find me standing steadfastly at your side.