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[Luna's reaction to the announcement and Haruka's subsequent death hadn't escaped Akira's notice, even if he had been. . . somewhat preoccupied (WITH STUPID AKECHI) beforehand. when he finally manages to pry himself away from the detective and calm the anger he feels boiling in his gut (reducing it to a mere simmer), he seeks her out]
[and finds her slumped in a chair in one of the hallways, looking oh-so worse for the wear]
[. . .]
Luna-san. . .?
[he approaches surprisingly slowly in a movement that is allllmost a limp, but not quite. despite the simmering anger, he keeps his voice even and calm]
Are you all right?
[and finds her slumped in a chair in one of the hallways, looking oh-so worse for the wear]
[. . .]
Luna-san. . .?
[he approaches surprisingly slowly in a movement that is allllmost a limp, but not quite. despite the simmering anger, he keeps his voice even and calm]
Are you all right?
[Her head is buzzing, buzzing, buzzingbuzzingbuzz--
She doesn't respond to his voice, only noting that he's even nearby by chance, catching a glimpse of him in her peripheral, seeing his lips move but nothing past the buzzingbuzzingscreeching--]
Oh. Akira.
[Her voice, though clear, is numb in tone.]
I'm sorry, did.... did you need something?
She doesn't respond to his voice, only noting that he's even nearby by chance, catching a glimpse of him in her peripheral, seeing his lips move but nothing past the buzzingbuzzingscreeching--]
Oh. Akira.
[Her voice, though clear, is numb in tone.]
I'm sorry, did.... did you need something?
[she definitely seems so, so out of it, and on instinct Akira reaches out to rest his hand against her shoulder. it's a gesture meant to be comforting, because he doesn't know what else he can do]
[he wasn't able to stop anyone from being hurt. he wasn't even given the chance, what with the way the mysterious midnight sleep had clenched a hold of his consciousness, squeezed it out of him until he had slumped up against the pool table pocket, passed out just like a light]
[the lines of the pool table pocket are still visible on his cheek]
Me? I--
[his intent is to respond to her question, but. what winds up coming out instead is. . .]
Concentrate and ask again.
[he wasn't able to stop anyone from being hurt. he wasn't even given the chance, what with the way the mysterious midnight sleep had clenched a hold of his consciousness, squeezed it out of him until he had slumped up against the pool table pocket, passed out just like a light]
[the lines of the pool table pocket are still visible on his cheek]
Me? I--
[his intent is to respond to her question, but. what winds up coming out instead is. . .]
Concentrate and ask again.
[and then he starts and just looks very confused by the words he just said??]
...What?
[Two or three syllables of the whole mess of noise but she still sees his mouth move, and then his perplexed expression. Did... she say something wrong?]
Akira... I'm sorry, but I don't know what you're talking about. Whatever you're saying, I... [can't do anythimg can't do anything you could have done something but you DIDN'T DO ANYTHING]
...I can't really hear you.
Could you write down your, um... request?
[Two or three syllables of the whole mess of noise but she still sees his mouth move, and then his perplexed expression. Did... she say something wrong?]
Akira... I'm sorry, but I don't know what you're talking about. Whatever you're saying, I... [can't do anythimg can't do anything you could have done something but you DIDN'T DO ANYTHING]
...I can't really hear you.
Could you write down your, um... request?
[ah. . . that's right. lost senses, and it seemed like Luna had lost her sense of hearing. Akira perks up a bit, before fishing out his HANDY DANDY NOTEBOOK from his pocket along with the aegean crayon]
[he places the tip of the crayon against the first sheet of lined paper and writes--]
Outlook is not so good.
[. . .]
[THUNKS HIS FOREHEAD AGAINST HIS PALM]
[he places the tip of the crayon against the first sheet of lined paper and writes--]
Outlook is not so good.
[. . .]
[THUNKS HIS FOREHEAD AGAINST HIS PALM]
[why must we suffer so in life]
Um...
Akira, are... you aware this doesn't make sense?
[She has a HIGH SUSPICION THAT IS A YES.]
Um...
Akira, are... you aware this doesn't make sense?
[She has a HIGH SUSPICION THAT IS A YES.]
[her very high suspicions would be correct]
[it takes a while for Akira to write his next response because it looks like he is. . . literally fighting with his hand, trying to make it write certain letters when all it wants to do is write THESE OTHER ONES that he DOESN'T WANT!!! he even grabs his wrist with his free hand, like he's going to force it to do what he wants, but--]
[in the end]
[the only words he writes are. . .]
Better not tell you now.
[heaves a sigh]
[it takes a while for Akira to write his next response because it looks like he is. . . literally fighting with his hand, trying to make it write certain letters when all it wants to do is write THESE OTHER ONES that he DOESN'T WANT!!! he even grabs his wrist with his free hand, like he's going to force it to do what he wants, but--]
[in the end]
[the only words he writes are. . .]
Better not tell you now.
[heaves a sigh]
[What in the world happened to you, kiddo
She looks at her hands, wringing her fingers together, before glancing back up at Akira.]
...I want you to try something, okay?
Nod your head if your name is Akira.
She looks at her hands, wringing her fingers together, before glancing back up at Akira.]
...I want you to try something, okay?
Nod your head if your name is Akira.
[he wishes he knew!!]
[fortunately, he nods his head easily at her request-- yes!! his name is Akira. and in the same motion he breathes out a sigh of relief and scribbles a new message on his notebook]
Sorry. I don't know what's happening, and I don't mean to be confusing.
[fortunately, he nods his head easily at her request-- yes!! his name is Akira. and in the same motion he breathes out a sigh of relief and scribbles a new message on his notebook]
Sorry. I don't know what's happening, and I don't mean to be confusing.
[Oh. Oh, okay, that sentence makes sense. Thank god.]
I take it you haven't been having this issue all week. You seem, um... very confused by it.
I take it you haven't been having this issue all week. You seem, um... very confused by it.
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[THANK GOD]
[he looks a little relieved as the compulsion doesn't return for his next response, either]
I think it just started this morning? I was answering questions just fine last night.
[as for why it began this morning. . . well. beats him]
[he looks a little relieved as the compulsion doesn't return for his next response, either]
I think it just started this morning? I was answering questions just fine last night.
[as for why it began this morning. . . well. beats him]
Is it only happening with questions?
[...
Wait.
Oops.]
[...
Wait.
Oops.]
[OH. . . OH NO]
[he's struggling again as he writes and in the end, as though to confirm her suspicions]
Reply hazy, try again.
[he's struggling again as he writes and in the end, as though to confirm her suspicions]
Reply hazy, try again.
O-oh. Oh no. [You sound like one of those ancient fortune-telling balls, Akira. :(]
Okay... okay! Um... Nod your head if my assumption was correct.
Okay... okay! Um... Nod your head if my assumption was correct.
[he is magic 8-ball akira :(]
[oh thank god it's a command not a question. HE NODS VIGOROUSLY]
[oh thank god it's a command not a question. HE NODS VIGOROUSLY]
O-okay. I think I can work with that.
[She offers him a smile, quiet and apologetic.]
Please, write down what you were trying to tell me earlier.
[She offers him a smile, quiet and apologetic.]
Please, write down what you were trying to tell me earlier.
[smiles back at her, equally as apologetic. once again he writes with little difficulty]
I don't need anything. You looked really shaken up by what happened earlier, so. . . I wanted to check on you.
Can I get you anything?
I don't need anything. You looked really shaken up by what happened earlier, so. . . I wanted to check on you.
Can I get you anything?
[She takes the notebook back and carefully reads through what he wrote...
Oh.
...
Her fingers tighten against the paper, looking down at her lap.]
I... [A sigh, her shoulders drooping.] I don't know. I wouldn't really know what to ask for.
I'm sorry for making you worry. It was... really, really hard to watch.
Oh.
...
Her fingers tighten against the paper, looking down at her lap.]
I... [A sigh, her shoulders drooping.] I don't know. I wouldn't really know what to ask for.
I'm sorry for making you worry. It was... really, really hard to watch.
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[. . .]
[reaches out to place a hand against her lower arm. it's supposed to be a comforting gesture, because he is at a loss for what else he can do for her]
It is.
[there was nothing any of them could have done. they don't even know why Haruka died in the first place. had she gotten sick. . .? and if so, how?]
I feel a little. . . helpless. I couldn't do anything for her, so that's why I want to try doing something for everyone else. If I can.
[reaches out to place a hand against her lower arm. it's supposed to be a comforting gesture, because he is at a loss for what else he can do for her]
It is.
[there was nothing any of them could have done. they don't even know why Haruka died in the first place. had she gotten sick. . .? and if so, how?]
I feel a little. . . helpless. I couldn't do anything for her, so that's why I want to try doing something for everyone else. If I can.
That's really kind of you. I... think that might be a good idea for now.
...As for Haruka... [She swallows, her hands bunching into her skirt.] I don't know what any of us could have done. Even those of us with medical training would have had very little time to react, and we have very few supplies to assist with rescucitation in that sort of, um... emergency.
...
I don't know how Galo is taking it. I know he was trying to chase them down. I... imagine he's very angry.
...As for Haruka... [She swallows, her hands bunching into her skirt.] I don't know what any of us could have done. Even those of us with medical training would have had very little time to react, and we have very few supplies to assist with rescucitation in that sort of, um... emergency.
...
I don't know how Galo is taking it. I know he was trying to chase them down. I... imagine he's very angry.
[. . . yeah. Akira definitely saw Galo run after the girls as they took Haruka's body away. it was the only thing preventing him from doing the same]
[(well, that and his injured back)]
I'm angry, too.
[so. he gets it]
They just took her body away without SAYING anything to us.
[(well, that and his injured back)]
I'm angry, too.
[so. he gets it]
They just took her body away without SAYING anything to us.
It's almost like this event we've been brought here to take part in matters more than the fact that someone just... just died.
[They had a story ready and everything, perfectly timed. There's no way it was an accident...]
...Maybe they knew this would happen.
[They had a story ready and everything, perfectly timed. There's no way it was an accident...]
...Maybe they knew this would happen.
[there's a long pause before Akira's next response, but that's because he's having a difficult time consolidating that hypothesis with what he knows about Peach and Plum and Pumpkin so far. they were scattered and secretive, sure. . . but he thought they were good people]
[he had gotten the impression they didn't want to be here. so. . .?]
I. . . I think they did.
[he had gotten the impression they didn't want to be here. so. . .?]
I. . . I think they did.
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I can't see any of the staff doing this themselves. But... perhaps they didn't have a choice but to, um... participate. [It's said matter-of-factly, but her whole demeanour shrinks in on itself at that idea.]
If that were the case, then I wonder if they would even let us ask any questions.
If that were the case, then I wonder if they would even let us ask any questions.
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