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( closed ) the only ones who need love are the ones who don't receive enough
WHO: roland and certain people
WHAT: roland came back after disappearing mysterious and realized some really bad things. plotting comment for reference.
WHERE: the garden
WHEN: around the middle of the month, before the event
WARNINGS: body horror, violence, talks about murder and other nihilistic shit. also major project moon spoilers. see his opt-out for more info.
[ roland emerged out of the darkness like a dream.
or rather, he stumbles into the relatively new location as if he woke up from a horrible nightmare, clutching at his head as he makes his way towards the tea-party setup. this was the last place he'd remembered before vanishing, but the details were foggy. he wasn't even aware how long it's been. all he knew was that he met someone terrible who gave him equally terrible news, but he's used to disappointments -- even more so in this desolate imitation of a city.
someone had left green tea on the table, still hot. binah had told him that green tea is good for him, so he may as well take the load off and hope that the drink will clear his mind, and make him forget the bad news he'd received from argalia.
ah, yes. argalia is here, angelica's own flesh and blood. angelica had come back wrong, he gleefully. right. totally normal.
...
luckily, this isn't the first time this abnormality has taken over roland. he's used to the way the muscular sinews bloom across his body like a second skin (or even a flesh wound), the multitude of eyes blinking themselves open and roving their pupils around to scan the area. a gnarled leg of a bird sprouts from the top of his head, flexing its digits. his own left arm, meanwhile, has morphed into a bulbous club made of muscle and claw, which he is using to thrash at a nearby flowerbed for speaking out of line. ]
Why is he here... Why. Why. Tell me...
[ "i know why he's here," the half-dead flowers insist. "nothing ever goes my way. this city is out to get me, too."
but just because he's too engrossed in destroying the flowers within reach, it doesn't mean that the bulging eyes won't notice whoever comes into the garden, their unblinking gazes boring into anyone's eyes should anyone stumbles this sorry sight. he is making quite the ruckus, after all. ]
WHAT: roland came back after disappearing mysterious and realized some really bad things. plotting comment for reference.
WHERE: the garden
WHEN: around the middle of the month, before the event
WARNINGS: body horror, violence, talks about murder and other nihilistic shit. also major project moon spoilers. see his opt-out for more info.
[ roland emerged out of the darkness like a dream.
or rather, he stumbles into the relatively new location as if he woke up from a horrible nightmare, clutching at his head as he makes his way towards the tea-party setup. this was the last place he'd remembered before vanishing, but the details were foggy. he wasn't even aware how long it's been. all he knew was that he met someone terrible who gave him equally terrible news, but he's used to disappointments -- even more so in this desolate imitation of a city.
someone had left green tea on the table, still hot. binah had told him that green tea is good for him, so he may as well take the load off and hope that the drink will clear his mind, and make him forget the bad news he'd received from argalia.
ah, yes. argalia is here, angelica's own flesh and blood. angelica had come back wrong, he gleefully. right. totally normal.
...
luckily, this isn't the first time this abnormality has taken over roland. he's used to the way the muscular sinews bloom across his body like a second skin (or even a flesh wound), the multitude of eyes blinking themselves open and roving their pupils around to scan the area. a gnarled leg of a bird sprouts from the top of his head, flexing its digits. his own left arm, meanwhile, has morphed into a bulbous club made of muscle and claw, which he is using to thrash at a nearby flowerbed for speaking out of line. ]
Why is he here... Why. Why. Tell me...
[ "i know why he's here," the half-dead flowers insist. "nothing ever goes my way. this city is out to get me, too."
but just because he's too engrossed in destroying the flowers within reach, it doesn't mean that the bulging eyes won't notice whoever comes into the garden, their unblinking gazes boring into anyone's eyes should anyone stumbles this sorry sight. he is making quite the ruckus, after all. ]
no subject
he can already feel his consciousness slipping. later on, he'll laugh over how this world made this abnormality comically weak despite its ALEPH status. later on, he'll apologize and explain to yuki about what the hell happened here. but for now, before he breathes his temporary last: ]
You don't... understand. If I die, my memory...
[ "i can finally forget," echo the flowers before he faints. he doesn't revert right away, but he will at the stroke of midnight like a cursed fairytale. he is thoroughly suppressed, and that's what matters. ]
no subject
[ She waits a couple minutes to make sure he's not stirring awake again, only because she doesn't particularly like sneak attacks. Jump scares always get her in the movies, so being part of that experience in real life is not for her! Virtual mass will steadily decrease until gone and Garuda unwraps from his body. She lets out a tense breath and kneels down, gently stroking what bits of his hair she can touch between all sinew and gore attached to him. It doesn't bother her beyond the discomfort of seeing a person corrupted. She's seen far worse cases of transfiguration. ]
Sorry I can't do more for you. Try to rest up. I doubt you'll stay like this forever with how this city works.