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( closed to @luck ) your turn to die: sou hiyori
With varying vanities, from every part, they shift the moving toyshop of their heart.
With varying vanities, from every part, they shift the moving toyshop of their heart.
With varying vanities, from every part, they shift the moving toyshop of their heart.
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His love and hate alike are born of a fear of losing him as much as the realization that he never had him. The kind and loving twin he loved was an illusion, and the cruel person who stands before him is the real Komaeda. But he wears the face and speaks with the voice that Hiyori loved, and so even his efforts to protect what was left of their happiness by wrapping his hands around his neck had ended in tears and apologies. Now the distance between them grows with each passing day, the memories they built fade and are overwritten, and the reminder of how far apart they are squeezes his heart painfully. ]
I know, Nagito, I know... But I'm here with you, aren't I? We're together, just like always, and if what you say is true then your leaving will be my death sentence.
[ His voice is softer now, more soothing, and there's a soft chuckle. The smile doesn't quite fade, as it's ever his duty to care for his brother, but the glint of anxiety and he way he squeeze his hands tell a different story. If he blinks he might find himself alone in this cold, dark, and empty place, one with no signs of life at all. The earth beneath them is too soft, the buildings too decrepit, all of which suggest that it was abandoned long ago. ]
Still, you're right... If we cut through the forest and make our way back to the trail... We can go.
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There's no service here, I tried... But we might be able to find a landline. It's unlikely, but we'll get nowhere by standing here. If you want, you can go off on your own, but...
[ He could say it's akin to a horror movie, but there's something different about it. He looks down to their intertwined fingers before loosening his grip to allow Komaeda to pull away if he chooses to. For Hiyori's part, he pushes the door open and steps into the foyer now that his offer to leave together has been refused. But he speaks quietly, almost to himself, ]
You won't come back, but I would still wait for you, always and forever...
[ Komaeda is lucky, so he would find his way out alone, and that's why he wishes to leave. But Komaeda is lucky, and so he would never find this place again. But they're both liars, they always have been. ]
chapter one: the lost village
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It's too small and disorganized to be called a hotel. The set up suggests that a person had started to try to convert a large home into a place for visitors, odd for what would have been a veritable mansion in the old days. I's an old building, perhaps from the 1800s, with a dirt path that runs down the edge of the room and into to a hallway with tattered curtains hanging down, and a pair of steps that raises onto main room that's a clumsy and half-finished conversion. Their would-be sign in is little more than a block with a few pieces of yellowed parchment that crumbles when he tries to take it in hand
The centerpiece of the room is a sunken fireplace, the rope snapped and the shelf buried in the ashes, with doors to the north and south of it. The remaining wall is taken up by a set of stairs that lead up to a balcony, a a door visible from behind where a wood wall hides the lateral half. The sunken fireplace room has a handful of tattered partition screens and the remains of whatever cloth might have once been on the floor. Curiously, there's a small paper lantern hidden near a partition with a dim glow, though illuminates the room even less than a nightlight might have.
Hiyori finishes scanning the room before shaking his head, then rubbing one eye. This is a place that carries both history and death with it, with everything being ravaged and in a state of decay. His hand dips down before coming back up to rub his eye again once, twice, and he knows he's had his contact in for too long. He ignores that and instead squeezes Komaeda's hand in return, silent promise to fulfill his duty of caring for him. ]
... We won't be here long enough to need that, but we should see if there's one you can rest in if it comes to that.
[ He nods to him to signify that he'll let Komaeda take the lead in choosing the first room. North, south, the hallway or upstairs, he has no doubt that they'll find something. ]
That does remind me... I had the pleasure of speaking with a local folklorist about this area. He claims that there was a village which disappeared during a festival, and they consider it to be a cursed place. If you see a twin statue, you're to turn back and take measures to ensure it doesn't follow you... But outsiders will sometimes ignore their warnings and be spirited away.
[ The reasons for finding seem to range from a lack of attention to curiosity to an active interest in scouting out the location for its historical value and location. This area could be a wonderful vacation spot, and the few modern items in sight tell the story of those who came in without realizing only death would await them. But the efforts to convert it into a place for outsiders to rest seem to date back further... It's a bit odd, but but maybe such a secular village would just need to attract outsiders to repopulate. ]
... But there is one person who was able to escape.
[ He adds this last piece to assure his twin, as above all else he can't handle being trapped. But that person had found an exit they were looking for. Hiyori will find what he's looking for here too, he's sue of that. He hopes for it, wishes for it, is desperate for it.
He wants to go back. ]