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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...
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[For a few moments, it seems as if Barok isn't going to respond, as if he might be overly cautious about the two people in the shop spotting them. The fact that his ears turn backwards after her question and remain that way may indicate the true reason, however.]
... Pray forgive the discourtesy of burdening you with such unnecessary [
feelings—wait wrong prosecutor] things...no subject
Eventually she gives up the idea completely. They won't be looking up, she decides, though why she knows that, she doesn't know. Either way, she shakes her head. ]
Your feelings aren't unnecessary, but they can be heavy and burdensome when you are unable to trust anyone with them.
[ Did he mean to? Did he regret it? Perhaps... but hopefully in doing so, he felt a little less alone. ]
...Thank you, for doing so with me.
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But the idea that she would thank him for expressing those things is just absurd. His low voice is particularly unsteady.]
You deserve far better.
[Better than him, better than this, drenched in snow and dirt and hoping for someone to find her.]
1/2
[ Her voice is as small and sympathetic as they've become. Soft and light. She rather thinks she has made this abundantly clear already, but she will say it again anyway, as it bears repeating. ]
So do you.
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She smiles, though even in her current form, it is a sad, nostalgic smile. ]
Besides... Don't you remember?
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He fixes an eye on her, though he doesn't quite turn her way.]
... What?
[What is he supposed to be remembering?]
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[ Her tone is soft-spoken, and she watches as the man in question speaks animatedly, then moves to fetch something from the back. Using that door... The very door carrying the stark reminder that she once broke the law.
This is... just a dream. ]
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The pawnbroker continues to tend to his shop with no change. It's a world caught in the past, unaffected by reality.]
As is my brother and his wife... and Genshin Asogi.
[He... knew that, already, in a deeper sense. It probably wouldn't have mattered if someone had pointed that out at the very start.]
Regardless, they've left their mark on the world. On us.
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Until he feels like he belongs. ]
We must live on for them.
[ That's the obvious answer, isn't it? ]
I know that neither of us are doing what we ever expected to be doing. We have carved a new destiny in a new world that was unexpectedly thrust upon us. ...But I have to believe that we still carry a little piece of them in all that we do, and that one day, we will both wake, ready to make our world a better place.
We will leave our own mark on the world, and Lord van Zieks...
[ She turns to look at him then, admiring the scar on his face that still persists, even in this form. ]
They will be proud.
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Perhaps Susato feels that way, and has every right to feel that way. There are certainly those whose legacies are worthwhile to preserve, who were taken from this world far too early for no fault of their own. But for Barok, the memories of those past just as easily drag him back into that mire as they lift him out of it. Every day, their impact changes.
He shakes his head.]
... We must not forget to live on for ourselves.
[Whether they would be proud is something he's struggled with for so long. The real question is—can they be proud of themselves, for their own sake?
He supposes they'll find out that much, eventually.]
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She has grown up, living subserviently, always for the sake of someone else, that sometimes she forgets. As Reverein has taught her, however, such reminders are useful and often needed. ]
I am still learning what that means.
[ To live, for herself. ]
Hopefully this world can teach me. Both of us.
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With only a moment of hesitation, he reaches out to place a paw on her shoulder.]
I pray it is a lesson that remains with us.