catch-all: taair.

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week zero, saturday...1!

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[hello. mizu is now wearing a certain outfit that looks like it's been haphazardly washed and stitched back together way too many fucking times. it's giving wandering murderer chic.

anyway, they're at (throws dart) the train station. there's a big lack of train here. and also a big lack of recognition from mizu who is staring at the tracks, like. huh.]

What's all this for...?

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[ MIZU'S MADE OF SHAPES!!! LITTLE GUY MADE OF SHAPES!!!

anyway here's taair also looking at the train station with the look of a medieval peasant, though he looks more curious than anything else. ]

I've not a clue - what an interesting structure.

[ as a man who is clearly afraid of nothing, he wanders right over to the tracks and just hops down onto them with no regard for anything, testing the surface curiously with his weight. ] It looks a bit like the start of a bridge...? But why...

week 0, monday

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[ good monday morning! today mizu can find taair by the beach - he's standing on the sand, his fancy boy boots and socks neatly set to the side, and he looks fascinated. ]

So that's what it feels like...

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[hey, nerd. mizu glances at him, still fully dressed up as a blob even out here, and raises an eyebrow.]

It?

week 0, friday

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[ fuckin bleak man

taair is... here, at the beach, standing now near where they were checking the walls yesterday - he reaches out to touch the spot where once was a wall, and his hand goes right through. he then looks at mizu. ]

...How in the world could this have happened...?

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Whatever was preventing us from leaving must have disappeared after we fell asleep.

[the whole falling asleep thing is a problem in itself. but not as much as their very dead sweet charlie.]

As for the rest, we'll have to wait until tomorrow to ask our questions. Saying she was unresponsive is too vague.

week 1, friday

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[ another friday.... another die day...

taair is... here! he's outside, somewhere, leaning against a wall, book in his lap, and looking in thought. he still looks Bad, all bandaged up, but he is sporting far fewer flower petals than he was yesterday, so...yay!

he absolutely does not notice mizu is coming until they are like, close - when he looks up, his eyes briefly widen, and then settle into a smile. quiet relief. ]

Mizu, hello.

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[friday again? many problems.

blocks his sunlight like a tall asshole... i say tall, like they aren't literally just 3cm apart.]

Taair. [glancing at the flower petals, just for a second.] ... Huh. Still shedding.

week one, saturday.

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[hello, my brother in cyoa. we are... somewhere. probably outside?]

What a mess.

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[ yeah we are definitely outside. ]

An understatement... I am glad that I am no longer of the "mara-struck" if only because I fear it would have taken me over entirely today with all of that stress...

[ woof. ]

...In the end, many of the truths were laid bare - and I think that is the best we can really ask for.

week 2, mon. one day ill stop passing out immediately after trial

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[ yay! on this fine monday, mizu can find taair sitting in the garden near the koi pond. he's sitting with a book of some kind on his knees and appears to be either writing or drawing something, little bird halo bobbing up and down as he does.

his chao spots mizu first and waves, excitedly, and he looks up at the sound and then breaks into a smile. ]

Oh! Mizu, hello. This place is lovely, isn't it?

FLUFFS YOUR PILLOWS it's okay

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[looking actually... relaxed? or close to relaxed, anyway, while taking a moment to observe the koi pond.]

Yes. I'm quite surprised by it. It feels... peaceful.

w2 sunday

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[ well it's after execution. taair is now dressed down in comfier clothes, sitting up on one of the clinic beds, with a bag of ice held to his head. ow. he looks okay, just dusty and. miserable. but at least okay.

and his door's open! what a sunday... ]

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[what a sunday! eli did this.

mizu pauses by the door, standing just in the threshold of the room. gives him a once over to make sure he's in one piece, despite having watched the whole execution. hello.]

I assume they've already fussed over you enough.

week 3 monday

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[ cheek kiss sends you so far into the stratosphere you accidentally memshare

anyway mizu gets to see this in the void. a conversation with a bird on the shackles of fate, identity, and what it means to be in a cage. ]

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[the way it is only ooc tuesday and cheek kiss already feels like it happened a thousand years ago... also, lmk if you have any prefs/cws for a return mem? :thinking:

once the memory ends, mizu turns to him with a questioning look.]

Your plan to escape. Did you succeed?

week 3 friday. eats your memshare im comin now that im home

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[ wahoo... happy dead day... ]

Mizu...! [ weh. taair is frowning deeply, sadly at his phone, though his shoulders drop when he looks up and sees mizu - there's no small sign of relief. ] Goodness, but it was strange not to see you... Are you alright?

[ doing the quick healer once over as always ]

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I'm fine. [their curfew streak... broken...] Though it looks like you were wrong about it being fate.

[this is the first thing you say on a friday? okay, mizu.

since taair is specifically looking with his healer eyes, though, he might notice mizu is favoring his left side. just a wee bit, and mostly only noticeable because mizu is very much right handed. this is fine.]

Where did you spend the night?

week three, saturday.

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[MAN... WHAT A SATURDAY...

i guess taair can catch mizu leaving the hospital. what's up.]

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[ not me falling asleep before i even got to this ]

Mizu.... [ wah. hi. ] How's Richie?

week 4, monday

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[ you know despite the horrors of the last weekend, it is a new dawn and a new day! it's beautiful in the candy kingdom and taair has one hand over his brow, where mizu will find him...

halfway up the hedge walls. like he is trying very hard to get to the top... or get to something... ]

Come here, little one. It's alright.

[ ?????

even from afar, his emotions are warm as ever, and there's a thread of curiosity and wonder that seems to underlay his very presence, though it's always laced with something soft and a little sad, but that is just background noise compared to the focused intention of... whatever he is doing.... ]

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[help. watches him do this.

the vibes are amused. positive in general toward taair? though no matter what mizu is feeling at the moment, there's always something a little... off in the background. tired and muted.

without making any other sound to announce taair isn't alone:]

What are you doing?

[hi.]

week 4, friday

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[ gives you the later afternoon one which is that taair is at the hospital, sitting outside and just kind of rubbing his temples. his emotions are... stressed, at the moment, and grim, and also just generally tired and kind of sad as you are on a friday.

he glances up - despite all this, he still has a soft smile for mizu, tinged with immediate friendship and affection. ]

Mizu... good day.

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[nods at him... hello. mizu's mood isn't quite as bad as taair's, but it is still decidedly grim. a weary sort of anger over everything that's happened and everything that's yet to come.]

I wouldn't call it good.

[it is... a day.

glances at the hospital.]

Were you visiting someone?

week four saturday

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[ man.

taair's vibes are just kind of. they just kind of are. he's sad and worried but resigned, sitting outside somewhere with his sketchbook in his lap. ]

... Our instinct was dead on.

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[SIGHS... the vibes are pretty wrung out over here, tbh. the sketchbook gets a curious glance, just for a moment.]

I have never met a worse liar in my life.

week five, monday.

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[we're in the comic con cart! mizu is looking at the powerpoint presentation, which is currently stuck on the heavenly compatibility slide.

glances at taair.]

Congratulations to you and Anders.

[cheating on del already? tsk, tsk.]

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[ WHY!!!!! HE TURNS SO RED ]

If one more thing has some designations on my - my lack of love life, I am going to - I am going to be very cross...!

[


okay ]

week 5, friday

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[ cool this sucks!!!! this sucks a lot!!!

as is his usual on friday, taair is out in the gardens with his sketchbook, quietly working on drawing portraits for memorials. his brow is furrowed, focused, clearly sad. there's a white dove sitting on his shoulder, nesting in the fabric over his shoulder, which cooes upon the sound of footsteps.

he glances up - soft eyed and sad, but still manages a small smile. ]

... Such an escalation.

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Yes.

[a little flatly. composed, but at what fucking cost...]

We're two weeks away from the end of the program. Perhaps we should've expected it.

week 5, saturday

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[ brings him a towel


that's it that's the starter ]

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[HELPPP this can be before mizu washes up.

just wordlessly takes the towel and angrily wipes face.]

week 6, monday

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[ i decided i would not force mizu into school

so!! he can find taair out at the Bone Zone tm, having taken risha out to play. his chao is swinging on the swing, and taair himself is sitting with a giant magical tome on his lap, reading it studiously and occasionally looking up to make sure risha hasn't like thrown itself into a bone or something.

looking up, he spots mizu - his thoughts more or less go ! Oh, dear Mizu! and he smiles, waving. ]

Good day, my friend. An exciting one already, isn't it?

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[CUTE... mizu's still unnamed chao toddles up to play with risha. this is a chao playdate now.

except that instead of answering taair's question like a normal human being, mizu pauses. looks at him oddly, almost as if overcome by something...? and then terminator marches up to him, clamping both hands on his shoulders and looking at him straight in the eyes.]

Taair. [GRAVELY. INTENSELY.] You are very dear to me. If anything happened to you, I would kill whoever did it without a moment's hesitation. And I would make it hurt. Do not die.

[is this... a confession? a friendship confession?

anyway, mizu lets go of him immediately after this and then turns around to leave, abandoning the chao and all. goodbye.....]

week six, thursday.

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[ME PLUMBOBS.............. i guess at some point the boys stop clinging to mizu and get medical attention. sorry about your sudden baby acquisition and baby loss, sir.

anyway, we're at the hospital now.]

... What the hell happened to you?

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[ he will keep his hands in his lap to resist hugging mizu again even though the urge to hug him... is soooo strong...

but upon being addressed, he gives him a very soft, apologetic smile. ]

I did not die. [ ha ha... get it... ] I think...

... It as another situation of someone's life. [ he says, after a moment, quietly. ] There was a fortress... I felt that I was a mercenary.

w7 monday!!

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[ sometimes after their Magic Adventure, mizu might notice coming back to the mansion that things smell good? there's this nice, sweet smell wafting in through the open door. it's like cinnamon and something baked, a delicate, warm smell.

there's also a familiar voice, humming a mindless sort of tune. come investigate? :3 ]

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[hmm... sure, okay. following the sound and the smell to its source? what's up.]

week seven, friday.

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[sets us up for friday morning

taair can find mizu somewhere in the mansion, blearily drinking coffee, looking very much like someone who might have accidentally overslept, and squinting at chipper. but overall, there's some relief here, since—]

... No announcements. Good.

[no die day... wahoo... (our livers are the only victims this week.)]

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[ on the contrary, taair is in the Best Mood this morning. like. full on humming a song to himself, disney princess levels of best mood. he beams at mizu when he speaks up. ]

Isn't it wonderful? [ and trots on over to him... sunshine ] After everything, I'd almost forgotten - and that's just as wonderful, too.

week 7, sat

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[ yay! endgame!!!

taair is up at the lighthouse on this final day, sitting with his arms on the railing and staring out into the ocean. his emotions are kind of a mess even from a distance - there's this awful melancholy and resignation that floats over his shoulders like a cloud, but his expression is passive, thoughtful.

when he hears footsteps he glances over, though, and smiles, and all that vanishes. ]

Mizu. Would you tell me something of your time here you cherished?

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[endgame!! the way all of my starters have been on the beach and now here we are, beach adjacent... i guess mizu will be coming from that direction, barefooted, shoes held in one hand and a little wet around the ankles.

now that it's all said and done, the vibes are decidedly more calm compared to the anger and hurt from hours before. but there's something bittersweet to it all. a sense of anticipated loss. it doesn't fade when joining taair, walking over to the railing and leaning against it. hello.]

Hm... [well. there are only a scant few hours before the end. if there's a time to be honest, it's now.] Your company, I suppose. I will miss it tomorrow.