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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. ]
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I suppose only time will tell. Hm. Is that what the transformation was all about?
[ He did recognize Roland's form, one that had once been a highly dangerous Abnormality. Nothing There, a creature trying its best to imitate a person but would never be able to come close to it. ]
There's nothing wrong with being a bit homesick. Shall we cause a bit of pandemonium here as well then? Would that help?
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But if you ever wanna brawl, I'm down for it.
[ YOU WANT HER TO FIGHT YOU ROLAND YOU WANT IT TO BE A FUN DAILY OCCASION-- ]
I do think it's a pain in the ass for them to keep prodding and testing but not show themselves like the pansies they are, though.
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We can brawl anytime, Gebura. I just don't want you to hold back anymore just 'cause you don't have Mimicry with you.
[ there has to be something here... something that they can all reach one day.
he clutches at his head, and turns to chesed. ]
Chesed... You just had to see me like that on your first day here. Sorry 'bout that.
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Not to worry, Roland~ If you start at your lowest on day one, that just means you can't sink any lower.
[ This is a good thing, obviously. But he shakes his head, trying to reassure the distressed man standing before them. ]
If it helps, that wasn't too different from what I've seen out of you in the past. No harm, no foul. I've already seen a little bit of what goes on inside that head of yours. And in any event, I like it better when you're honest with all of us about how you feel.
[ Even if it might end up with one of them dead by Roland's hands? Yes, even if it might end up with one of them dead by Roland's hands. ]
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[ CALMLY. ]
Anyway, hate to say it, but it's like what Chesed said. It's nothing new for us and it's better if you don't try to shove it all down anyway.