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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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You know... When I mentioned my conversation with Professor Mikotoba before... It wasn't just as a conversational segue. You deserve to know, we discussed whole matter of her true parentage, and the decision to keep that knowledge from her. And we both agreed that it's very likely... She'll figure out the truth for herself some day soon, clever as she is.
[Abruptly remembering something else, he has to add (rather incredulously):]
...I mean, She already figured out far more than you'd expect... Did you know that she wrote an entire manuscript based upon Professor Mikotoba's notes about the Professor killings? He said his notes on that case weren't even that detailed, but what she came up with was so accurate, Mr. Sholmes had to forbid her from publishing it!
[He has gotten distracted mid-thought contemplating how powerful and terrifying Iris is, actually.]
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He lets out an uncharacteristic sigh, attempting to not sink further into misery.]
She seems a brilliant girl. [In more than just cleverness—she surely served as a light for her guardian, however unexpected her arrival must have been.]
I pray the knowledge will not harm her, if she does. [Unlike him, perhaps she'll avoid the denial that defined his experience. Either way, it would be no easy thing to come to terms with...]
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Holding this room together, shutting out the cold... It's starting to get more difficult and draining for Ryunosuke, they longer they stay here. But he grits his teeth and presses on, determined to make his point while he still can.]
That's exactly what I'm driving at. I find it impossible to imagine that it will be a completely harmless revelation... And when she reaches it, she is going to need you, Lord van Zieks. You share a commonality with her that Mr. Sholmes doesn't. You knew her parents, personally.
[His expression darkens a little.]
For all we know, she could just show up here in Reverein one day and dreamwalk into something that blows the whole secret wide open...
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He finds the idea that she would need him absurd, and a shake of his head precedes his reply.]
You are not suggesting I could provide some comfort.
[As the dream has displayed already, he hardly sees himself as something she would find appealing. Current form notwithstanding, can Naruhodo really say with any confidence that he's a reassuring figure?]
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...I am.
[He's positive about that.]
Please, consider this: She's bound to have questions that only you will be equipped to answer. The rest of us here, we only really know Klint van Zieks as...
[This is going to be blunt, but it has to be said:]
...Well. As a murderer. But I know there was more to him than that! You've told me as much yourself. And if Iris learns of her biological family... I don't know. I just don't think Klint van Zieks deserves to be defined in his child's eyes by the darkest period of his life alone.
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Then let us pray the occasion does not arise soon.
[He still doesn't know how he'll feel in the near future, when all will be revealed to the public. How will his waking self fare? How will his remaining family?]
I do not know that I will be prepared for such a conversation for some time.
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He wants to put that thought to words. He wants to tell the little cat seated across from him that he has faith he'll find the strength for it, if the time comes. But a low-key dizziness Ryunosuke has been feeling for the last few minutes now suddenly swells into something far harder to ignore. His brow furrows in consternation, his eyesight growing blurry briefly. And then the whole room itself wavers--
A loud crack shakes the space around them, as the outside wall of the attic begins to visibly crumble. The frigid winter air Ryunosuke has been trying to keep at bay starts to howl through the breach, and it quickly turns the attic from a cozy sanctuary into the site of a literal paper storm, whipping up the precarious stacks of documents from his desk and sending them wheeling through the air around both occupants of the room.]
Ah... [Ryunosuke's voice is quiet, but strained, and exhausted.] I guess... I might have overdone it a bit...?
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He shakes his head. His tone is chiding, but without any aggression.]
Enough.
[Despite the tempest that's broken through the bricks, the toy cat finds the strength to rise to his feet again. The space around them begins to warp further and fade, flying papers disappearing from sight as the details around them blur.]
... It's time for you to go.
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He's going to sleep for like, an entire week after this.]