[Toki sits back down while Yuya tries to get out his feelings. He didn't expect Yuya to be so upset by Tsuyukusa's death; maybe he had been having long talks with the jellyfish too, when Toki wasn't there.]
You help take care of him, too, Yuya. I'm sure he enjoyed your company. K-kano, do have something to say?
[He's still crying a little and staring at the candle flames. This hurt more than it should have. He doesn't move at all for a time, but he can't see the candles anymore...
He's standing in the middle of the street; it's deserted, there's no cars or pedestrians. It's evening, the sky darkening and the street lamps bathing the pale stone of the buildings in soft yellow light. He doesn't recognize the one he's looking at; there's columns and carvings of medallions or circular flowers. Lots of windows. Closer, there are statues in robes with crowns and lion shields, above are the carved words 'DEPARTS'. Underneath one of the statues 'COMPEIGNE' is carved into the stone. Low echoey bells chime and he looks up to the clock in the center of the building, surrounded by giant glass windows. Before he can read the time, the clock had melted into a moon; huge and bright and full, the craters visible and clear. No longer deserted, people chatter and walk around him. Surrounding buildings boast assorted red and pink decorations and hearts, signs still advertising specials and holiday inventory. At the edges of the crowd is something dark and ominous, void of shape like a thick mist, tendrils almost finger-like emerge from it, touching people who don't take any notice. The colors mute into a palette of grays except for her. Minako. She's in the middle of the throng of people, shouting something he can't hear and holding a gun to her head. Shadows blanket everything as a gunshot rings out, followed by stark silence.
... jumping up quickly, and upsetting the shrine, he reaches out for Minako.]
NO! DON'T!
[She's gone. He's outside the dorm, doing... something... with Kano and Yuya. It doesn't matter what at this point.]
RNG mandated mood whiplash, cw: suicide imagery
You help take care of him, too, Yuya. I'm sure he enjoyed your company. K-kano, do have something to say?
[He's still crying a little and staring at the candle flames. This hurt more than it should have. He doesn't move at all for a time, but he can't see the candles anymore...
He's standing in the middle of the street; it's deserted, there's no cars or pedestrians. It's evening, the sky darkening and the street lamps bathing the pale stone of the buildings in soft yellow light. He doesn't recognize the one he's looking at; there's columns and carvings of medallions or circular flowers. Lots of windows. Closer, there are statues in robes with crowns and lion shields, above are the carved words 'DEPARTS'. Underneath one of the statues 'COMPEIGNE' is carved into the stone. Low echoey bells chime and he looks up to the clock in the center of the building, surrounded by giant glass windows. Before he can read the time, the clock had melted into a moon; huge and bright and full, the craters visible and clear. No longer deserted, people chatter and walk around him. Surrounding buildings boast assorted red and pink decorations and hearts, signs still advertising specials and holiday inventory. At the edges of the crowd is something dark and ominous, void of shape like a thick mist, tendrils almost finger-like emerge from it, touching people who don't take any notice. The colors mute into a palette of grays except for her. Minako. She's in the middle of the throng of people, shouting something he can't hear and holding a gun to her head. Shadows blanket everything as a gunshot rings out, followed by stark silence.
... jumping up quickly, and upsetting the shrine, he reaches out for Minako.]
NO! DON'T!
[She's gone. He's outside the dorm, doing... something... with Kano and Yuya. It doesn't matter what at this point.]