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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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[Ah. He is looking at him.]
[That's his Roland, alright.]
That's just us, you know. It's our fault.
[He raises his hand, before he moves to punch the man in his corrupted face.]
We've gone too far, you and I.
[But that doesn't mean we're gone for good.]
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You... You said we'll be going to Hell together. That's the only place I know where to go to now... Thanks to you.
[ "hell would be a much better place than this." "just take me there already. i don't care anymore." ]
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[The "thanks" makes him pause - and adds vulnerability to the situation at hand. The hit connects, but he's reacting almost instantly even through the pain, grasping the wrist to push it back and hold it away.]
But I said that to Roland. Not a Distortion of him taking my words and tainting them with this bullshit. One day, we'll go, you and I, hand in hand. But right now, we're here. So don't give up yet, you bastard.
[I can't lose you again. Not after everything.]
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Everything I worked for... was for naught.
[ his voice wavers. ]
Even if I go back... I can't.
[ "because by the time we return, i'd already be dead." ]
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[The bottomless well of despair. So it goes. He knows the feelings here too well, though perhaps not quite to the level here.]
[He pauses, eyes aglow as if to take the vision of the man in, eyes and flesh and all.]
Why will you already be dead? Weren't you with that Library?
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[ nothing there continues to make noises, but the sorrow in roland's voice is palpable. ]
I don't understand. All these people already knowing what's going on in the future while I'm left behind in the dust... I bet you already knew and you never told me.
[ "that's all right, though." "i can never move on, after all." ]
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[Now he's standing still. As if he's frozen, an icicle of a man trapped in time.]
[Roland...dies...?]
[He's reaching out instinctively, grasping a shoulder.]
What the hell are you talking about? Who killed you? What do you mean?
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"who else? it's angela. she's the sole cause of my despair." "she already came... from a timeline way ahead of mine. and she killed me to achieve her dream."
"i'm finished." ]