randangonpa | Trash Squad Day 11

Are you ready for it?! It's the long awaited final event! This is your last chance to get close before your final dates and the final bonus event!

And, back by popular demand, it's the motive vi—wait, no, not that. Well, I guess you're motivated to build your relationships? That's better anyway.

...Anyway! Check your tablets! You will find you have a few interesting video files! They should be familiar to you! The catch is... if you don't share each one with a different person by nighttime today, they will all be shown to everyone here! We'll have a fun midnight viewing party!

This may seem a bit cruel, but... love is cruel sometimes. Take it as an opportunity to get a bit closer to the people you care about, or everyone will learn a bit more about you! It's win-win when you think about it that way!

[ On your tablets are a minimum of 3 video files! There is no maximum; it's however many you OOCly want to deal with. Each video contains some sort of secret your character has—'secret' loosely defined as anything they would be uncomfortable being thrown up on a big screen in the auditorium in front of everyone. The presentation can be as simple as lines of text with embarrassing facts (Alice wet the bed until she was in junior high!) or as involved as a dramatically edited montage of the murders they committed through their whole life. Your choice!

Each file should be shown to a different person to count as 'shared'. If there is anything they do not manage to, or choose not to, share with someone in particular, comment with a brief description of it over here. These will all be shared publicly in a post which goes up on Thursday before the date announcement post. ]

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A-are you sure? I really don't think you have to... well, okay...

[Her voice gets progressively smaller as he settles in next to her to watch. What does it mean if he can't watch it on his own, but he can with her? She was planning on just watching the violence impassively and hiding it if she doesn't really get affected, but somehow that question makes her more nervous than her anticipation for what's beyond this idyllic buildup. That place is so beautiful it might as well be alien, from the architecture to the people. She's looking to see if Reyson is in this, but at times he's not, she can't help but glance over at the real deal. He's tense... but it's not even time for condolences yet. God, seriously, what does he expect her to say and do at a time like this? ....After a moment of thought, she moves to put her hand softly on his, in a way where he could grasp onto it if he wanted to.]

[ Grasp it he does, hard enough that it would be painful for another heron, once there's a shot of a human woman in robes, dead on the floor, a long white feather beside her. Scrolling text explains that this was Apostle Misaha, beloved ruler of Begnion. Murdered by her own senate, but the ones who received the blame -

Cut to an angry mob forming, marching, advancing on the forest from all sides with torches, axes, swords... Reyson's watched about thirty seconds beyond this point, and flinches. ]

I may have experienced this myself, but - I wasn't in any position to see so much of it, you understand.

[Gaaah, death grip. She'll endure it though, since she basically asked for this. Niwatori quietly reads the scrolling text. With that being the case, it makes sense that Reyson didn't actually see this, but she pouts a bit trying to sympathize.]

Well that just seems unfair... that you didn't even see this and they're still putting it in. Also a pity that politicians are just as corrupt where you're from, but...

[She's awfully used to that.]

Well, it's better these days. We killed the worst of them.

[ He sounds distant, the bulk of his attention on the screen. The trees burn - herons take wing to avoid the flames, and are brought down with arrows or stones. Humans laugh, bring down their axes upon trees or grounded birds. A flash of white wings - there's Reyson himself, fleeing with several companions, one bearing a crown.

One by one, they fall. Exhaustion, or arrows - several times, another heron takes a blow clearly meant for Reyson or the white-winged king he's supporting. Eventually, it's just those two, fleeing over the ocean as their home burns behind them. The Reyson present here in the flesh is outright shaking. ]

That's always a nice bonus.

[Niwatori mumbles, her eyes still dutifully trained on what's happening, although the tremors in Reyson's hand take up half of her attention. She doesn't do this - comfort people. Making sensitive attachments is like rust to steel. Her instincts are telling her very loudly to let go. She calms herself down by telling herself it doesn't mean anything. That's right, nothing at all. There are no wonder drugs affecting her mental state, she should easily be able to keep her grip on this literally and figuratively. Seeing birds die doesn't hurt... she doesn't get attached to them either, she loses them all the time. Though watching these numbers constantly throwing themselves in front of Reyson and this king, she mutters]

Ah, how pitiful...

[All these lives literally going up in smoke just to save Reyson and the King. She doesn't understand the loyalty that would compel that. The one thing she does notice is the absence of any other kind of resistance besides throwing themselves in front of him. It seems very one-sided, truly a massacre of innocents. A bit helplessly, she attempts to clarify,]

W-Were none of you able to fight?

[The Niwa clan's hands aren't clean, but an atrocity on this scale... she's never been asked to do anything like that. She wonders if she could put it past them. If they'd asked, she probably wouldn't have questioned it...]

Don't pity us, that's-

[ The video pans back to the forest, and lingers before coming to a close. Nothing green is left - gray ash, crumbling bones. He can almost smell it, and buries his face in Niwatori's cloak, a moment of weakness he'll allow himself. There's nobody to respect by continuing to watch at this point. ]

In the heart of the sacred forest, my older sisters alone would have had the power to kill every last one of them. But... violence isn't in our nature.

Sorry... I-I didn't mean anything bad, but I don't think I can help it... I'm sorry.

[It's probably a good thing that his face is buried right now, so he can't see Niwatori's. Violence was all but hammered into her nature, so that kind of reasoning pulls disdainfully at her mask. A warrior that would die like that, for the ideal of peace with nothing to take it, that's a disgrace... she suddenly remembers the Monkey's face. The way her warm ideals made Niwatori's cold heart twist and melt. Is that what these birds were feeling? So weak and so foolish, everyone...

As the bones on screen crumble, she feels like rejecting this video with her entire body. The tension is spreading to her back, almost like a kind of paralysis. She has to draw in a breath to relax. Just relax! It wouldn't do to have unseemly rumors spreading. Reyson's face in her cloak feels so warm, sinking into her spine. She holds his hand tighter, but she doesn't know why. For some reason, her face is warm too, there's water at the corners of her eyes. She blinks them away in an instant. What the hell is wrong with her...?]

Mm. I've had regrets on that front for a very long time.

[ For his part, Reyson's not in tears. It's painful to relive, worse to see the horrors that were a blur the first time. Still, its more scar tissue than fresh wound. He's just - sad, and tired, and overwhelmed, shivering. His breathing falls into rhythm with hers, slow and even, which helps. She's smaller than he is, but she's a strong anchor all the same.

...But it can't have been easy to watch for her, either, no matter what she's seen as a spy. This close, he can feel how tense she is. ]

[It's his fault it's this hard... it's not fair. She doesn't even care about this. She's willing herself to stop crying right now! Still, as their breathing syncs, it's somehow easier to calm down, and she feels like that should leave a bitter taste in her mouth for a different reason, but she's going with it. For the sake of whatever composure she can get back. Niwatori has issues. She's not honest. She does sincerely think one thing, though.]

It... it wasn't your fault...

[Even if she thinks it's kind of at least half his lost society's fault. It's so frustrating. Pacifism is terrible, especially the emotions it makes her feel when good people are stupid. If they had faced reality then Reyson wouldn't be suffering like this. ...But then, is she angry because he's suffering? That's... not something she's ever felt before.]

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