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WHO: Yoite & Open
WHERE: A park somewhere.
WHEN: Sunday, January 30th, early afternoon-ish.
WARNINGS: None, unless you count excessive amounts of emo.
SUMMARY: Yoite is trying to live a normal life, really...
FORMAT: Para!
For Yoite, returning to the City had been something of an emotional roller coaster, with more downs than up. He tried really, yet found himself in old haunts when left to himself, sitting for hours on the roof of Awesome Base, wandering parks and bad neighborhoods, drifting around the walls of churches. He had been able to accept his death as it was, but being back... No, he couldn't accept life, like this. The sort of suffering he'd put his friends through... The sort of suffering they were surely to be put through again thanks to his powers making him deteriorate, a slow death, but a promise of a short life either way. Especially since he refused to seek out any healers.
Death, had been easy. Even if he would've preferred erasure, something that would've left no trace of him at all, death had been better than continuing making memories, continuing being confused. He was supposed to only need Miharu and Yukimi, but without them here, his support was Lyra, the people at Awesome Base, the network, until he was so confused about what he was supposed to be doing that he barely remembered his starting point any more.
Sitting on a bench in a small, quiet park, he curled into a ball, hands at the side of his head, gripping into dark hair, holding tightly.
He didn't know what he felt. Maybe he didn't feel anything at all.
Maybe it was just his thoughts and not any feelings at all, how was he supposed to tell? All these useless feelings and thoughts, he was supposed to have thrown them away a long time ago, but the City had destroyed the peace he'd felt as he was fading away next to Miharu, had destroyed the comfort in believing that no one would remember him. Even if no one in his home world did any more, people here did, records of his existence on the network... No. No, he decided that this time, simply dying would not be sufficient.
Surely, among all the people who had been pulled here, there were people able to erase any trace of him on the network, and people who could erase or rewrite people's memories, so that there would be no trace of him left. There just had to be a way.
It was just a matter of finding it and then finding the weakness of those people.
A matter of knowing how to force them to do as he wished them to.
"Surely... Somehow..." He said, more to himself than to anyone else, staying in his curled up position, watching some birds search for food not too far off. He just had to be patient, keep his eyes open for anyone with powers that seemed like they could be useful.
And try to act as normal as possible during that time.
He had fooled Yukimi, long ago. Then surely, he could trick people here too. It was for their own good anyone, for him to disappear, to not remember. To make sure that 'Yoite' had never existed here either.
WHERE: A park somewhere.
WHEN: Sunday, January 30th, early afternoon-ish.
WARNINGS: None, unless you count excessive amounts of emo.
SUMMARY: Yoite is trying to live a normal life, really...
FORMAT: Para!
For Yoite, returning to the City had been something of an emotional roller coaster, with more downs than up. He tried really, yet found himself in old haunts when left to himself, sitting for hours on the roof of Awesome Base, wandering parks and bad neighborhoods, drifting around the walls of churches. He had been able to accept his death as it was, but being back... No, he couldn't accept life, like this. The sort of suffering he'd put his friends through... The sort of suffering they were surely to be put through again thanks to his powers making him deteriorate, a slow death, but a promise of a short life either way. Especially since he refused to seek out any healers.
Death, had been easy. Even if he would've preferred erasure, something that would've left no trace of him at all, death had been better than continuing making memories, continuing being confused. He was supposed to only need Miharu and Yukimi, but without them here, his support was Lyra, the people at Awesome Base, the network, until he was so confused about what he was supposed to be doing that he barely remembered his starting point any more.
Sitting on a bench in a small, quiet park, he curled into a ball, hands at the side of his head, gripping into dark hair, holding tightly.
He didn't know what he felt. Maybe he didn't feel anything at all.
Maybe it was just his thoughts and not any feelings at all, how was he supposed to tell? All these useless feelings and thoughts, he was supposed to have thrown them away a long time ago, but the City had destroyed the peace he'd felt as he was fading away next to Miharu, had destroyed the comfort in believing that no one would remember him. Even if no one in his home world did any more, people here did, records of his existence on the network... No. No, he decided that this time, simply dying would not be sufficient.
Surely, among all the people who had been pulled here, there were people able to erase any trace of him on the network, and people who could erase or rewrite people's memories, so that there would be no trace of him left. There just had to be a way.
It was just a matter of finding it and then finding the weakness of those people.
A matter of knowing how to force them to do as he wished them to.
"Surely... Somehow..." He said, more to himself than to anyone else, staying in his curled up position, watching some birds search for food not too far off. He just had to be patient, keep his eyes open for anyone with powers that seemed like they could be useful.
And try to act as normal as possible during that time.
He had fooled Yukimi, long ago. Then surely, he could trick people here too. It was for their own good anyone, for him to disappear, to not remember. To make sure that 'Yoite' had never existed here either.
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He liked to think he wasn't that far gone yet.
... the yet in that bothered him.