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songerein2022-12-05 12:41 am
discourtesies) wrote in songerein2022-12-05 12:41 am
Entry tags:
open ⚔️ cold
Who: A plush prosecutor & dreamwalkers
Which: Interactive dream
What: A sad Nyan Zieks in the snow...
Warnings: Huge spoilers for Great Ace Attorney 2! Like literally the last 10 minutes of the game or something.
[It's the dead of winter for the residents of a particular brick flat, a blond man lounging on a red couch next to a roaring fireplace as a pink-pigtailed girl of ten years taps away on her typewriter. He turns his attention to a box of toys in her corner of the suite, in particular a felt toy with a top hat and cape, a peculiar cross stitched over its nose.]
My dear Iris, don't you think that old doll is rather... ratty?
[The girl perks up with some curiosity, turning to where the purple cat lies. After a moment of consideration, she picks it up carefully in her gloved hands, as if with some distaste.]
Hmm... it is unpleasant-looking, isn't it? [With that declaration, she nods her head with confidence, offering it to the man.] Could you get rid of it, please, Hurley?
[Acquiescing to the girl's request, he rolls off the couch to his feet and strides over to accept it, holding it up to briefly acknowledge the toy.]
That's goodbye to Mr. Reaper, then. [With a casual, fluid motion, the man opens the window and simply tosses the doll out into the snow, closing it soon after to keep out the bitter cold.
But then—doll begins to stir, struggling to move its limbs out of the white pile and get to its feet. It can't quite make it that far, but it manages to lift its head and watch as the man and girl smile at each other before both busying themselves with the company that appears—a moustached man in a hat and slick suit first, then a man with a dark ponytail, and another man in red regalia accompanying a woman with long, curly hair—all of them pleased to be there, clearly smiling with the pair of residents even as their faces blur, indistinct.
A pathetic wheeze leaves the stuffed cat as it trembles:]
W-wait...
Which: Interactive dream
What: A sad Nyan Zieks in the snow...
Warnings: Huge spoilers for Great Ace Attorney 2! Like literally the last 10 minutes of the game or something.
[It's the dead of winter for the residents of a particular brick flat, a blond man lounging on a red couch next to a roaring fireplace as a pink-pigtailed girl of ten years taps away on her typewriter. He turns his attention to a box of toys in her corner of the suite, in particular a felt toy with a top hat and cape, a peculiar cross stitched over its nose.]
My dear Iris, don't you think that old doll is rather... ratty?
[The girl perks up with some curiosity, turning to where the purple cat lies. After a moment of consideration, she picks it up carefully in her gloved hands, as if with some distaste.]
Hmm... it is unpleasant-looking, isn't it? [With that declaration, she nods her head with confidence, offering it to the man.] Could you get rid of it, please, Hurley?
[Acquiescing to the girl's request, he rolls off the couch to his feet and strides over to accept it, holding it up to briefly acknowledge the toy.]
That's goodbye to Mr. Reaper, then. [With a casual, fluid motion, the man opens the window and simply tosses the doll out into the snow, closing it soon after to keep out the bitter cold.
But then—doll begins to stir, struggling to move its limbs out of the white pile and get to its feet. It can't quite make it that far, but it manages to lift its head and watch as the man and girl smile at each other before both busying themselves with the company that appears—a moustached man in a hat and slick suit first, then a man with a dark ponytail, and another man in red regalia accompanying a woman with long, curly hair—all of them pleased to be there, clearly smiling with the pair of residents even as their faces blur, indistinct.
A pathetic wheeze leaves the stuffed cat as it trembles:]
W-wait...
1/2
[ Despite the fact that this...seems to be coming from out of nowhere, Susato knows. Somehow she knows exactly what he is talking about, and it is a struggle not to collapse back onto the floor under the weight of it. ]
Secrets... I...