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[OPEN] You're not really sure what you're doing this for...
WHO: Sinistra & Anyone
WHAT: Mulling about, quests, Soap Search 2018
WHERE: Bluo and elsewhere
WHEN: All of October
WARNINGS: None yet
ONE.
[ The stressful ebb and flow of this village upheaved any chance of Sinistra having a normal sleeping pattern. That might be why he's sleeping beneath a few books in the library, strewn like a fallen bird in a chair. His sleep even looks clumsy, head drooped to one side so he's leaning partly off the chair and arms laying limp and open. He's snoring ever so softly. He's never been able to breathe well in his sleep.
He has a few fairy tale books open in his small lap. None of these books were factual or direct, but if he'd learned anything during his religious upbringing, it was that truth could be found between the words of fables. He's got a mission, now, to succeed in the seemingly impossible task his brother has given him. He is rife with the fear of dying again or being left all alone.
Luckily, despite all of this, he is still a light sleeper. It'll take little for an interested party to stir him back to the waking world. ]
TWO.
[ Like a hoverhand on prom night, Sinistra is lingering an odd distance from the Bluo group home his brother is currently living in. He's still afraid to go in, though the residents have started to approach him on occasion. He can't blame them for their hesitance. He can't seem to bring himself to enter it or even get close to the door.
Instead, he's sitting on the ground, digging a small hole with a stick. He's not sure what to do with himself while he waits for his brother on the occasion where he feels brave enough to stop by to see him during the day. Being with his brother is still awkward as it is. Waiting near the house where he betrayed him so terribly is... far, far worse.
He'd rather sit quietly. He'd rather be left alone. If someone comes to bother him, he'll look up, meet their gaze with deadly seriousness and ask: ]
Do you know where I can find soap?
WILDCARD.
[ Lemme know if you want a special starter. I'll be adding threads below as the month goes on. For plotting, you can dm or add me on plurk @ nautical ]
WHAT: Mulling about, quests, Soap Search 2018
WHERE: Bluo and elsewhere
WHEN: All of October
WARNINGS: None yet
ONE.
[ The stressful ebb and flow of this village upheaved any chance of Sinistra having a normal sleeping pattern. That might be why he's sleeping beneath a few books in the library, strewn like a fallen bird in a chair. His sleep even looks clumsy, head drooped to one side so he's leaning partly off the chair and arms laying limp and open. He's snoring ever so softly. He's never been able to breathe well in his sleep.
He has a few fairy tale books open in his small lap. None of these books were factual or direct, but if he'd learned anything during his religious upbringing, it was that truth could be found between the words of fables. He's got a mission, now, to succeed in the seemingly impossible task his brother has given him. He is rife with the fear of dying again or being left all alone.
Luckily, despite all of this, he is still a light sleeper. It'll take little for an interested party to stir him back to the waking world. ]
TWO.
[ Like a hoverhand on prom night, Sinistra is lingering an odd distance from the Bluo group home his brother is currently living in. He's still afraid to go in, though the residents have started to approach him on occasion. He can't blame them for their hesitance. He can't seem to bring himself to enter it or even get close to the door.
Instead, he's sitting on the ground, digging a small hole with a stick. He's not sure what to do with himself while he waits for his brother on the occasion where he feels brave enough to stop by to see him during the day. Being with his brother is still awkward as it is. Waiting near the house where he betrayed him so terribly is... far, far worse.
He'd rather sit quietly. He'd rather be left alone. If someone comes to bother him, he'll look up, meet their gaze with deadly seriousness and ask: ]
Do you know where I can find soap?
WILDCARD.
[ Lemme know if you want a special starter. I'll be adding threads below as the month goes on. For plotting, you can dm or add me on plurk @ nautical ]
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It would be a waste of daylight if I go back now... but, soon.
[ He furrows his brow and curls his fingers against the spine of one of the books. ]
Your ... compliments aside, that statement holds more weight than you realize. It really would have broken.
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—Sorry, sorry! Did Momo-chan accidentally step on a landmine...?!
[ Sometimes he forgets that so many of the people here have had lives and experiences that he can't even imagine. To people like that, he can appreciate how the things he says could be trite or insensitive. ]
I guess it's not just about you and your brother being really close... ah, you don't have to talk about this if you don't want to!
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He shakes his head. He has to learn to hold back a little. He has to learn to extend his patience out beyond his brother. ]
It-- It's alright. It doesn't bother me to talk about it and I'm not upset. But I don't think it would be pleasant to hear.
[ He puts a hand on the book in his lap. ]
From here on, if I can find some things out, I am hoping it will be better. For both of us. I'm trying to remind myself that that is the most important thing.
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Once he's done, he digests those simple but pressing words. They're earnest and heartbreaking and Momo can't leave it well enough alone. ]
—If you're doing your best and meeting him head-on, there's no way things won't get better. Especially since you seem to care so much about it, and especially since it's so important to you.
[ Shifting, Momo sits fully on the ground with his elbows on his knees. ]
You really don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, but if you want a backdrop while you talk out loud... I'm here! Don't worry about it being 'pleasant' or 'not pleasant'— sometimes saying the things you want to say in actual words helps a lot.
I won't say a thing! Promise.
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He knows he's being nice, though. He's trying and seems honest? Maybe. Not unlike Izuku and Minato, he's being kind to a total stranger with such ease. In a normal world, are people all like this? Do they have such an easy time talking and listening?
The longer he's here, the more he realizes he's the strange one. He can't trust this easily, but is he supposed to?
He looks down at his lap. ]
I can't keep laying these things on people. My world is in ruin and I'm only a ghost of that place. Your time is better spent on people who have a future. Not me. Being kind to me will be a waste because I have nothing to give in return. Understand?
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He won't ask, because it's not important. He's selfish like that. ]
There are a ton of things you can give me in return! For one, you can smile. [ Momo demonstrates, all canines and enamel. ] But it's not about that. I'm not being kind— just nosy.
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[ He touches his mouth, eyebrows pressing inward again as he keeps his eyes down at his lap. ]
What good is my smile?
[ How is that something with worth? He looks up at Momo, suspicious again. What is he really after? There has to be something behind this. But what is there to gain from a person like Sinistra? ]
Do you want to hear a dead man's troubles so much? I can tell you if you want to spend your time that way. It won't have any value for you later.
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The clincher is the wording 'dead man'. Ah.
It's rude of him to trample into someone's issues like a bull in a china shop, isn't it? He knows, but his smile stays. Albeit just a little less intensely. ]
...Sorry! I didn't mean to come on too strong, promise! I only wanted to listen if it's something that'd help you out. I'm really overbearing like that, sometimes...
...Plus, I didn't even ask you for your name first! How rude is that, right?
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[ He sighs lightly and opens one of the books again. He runs his fingers over the page he's opened to. This might be a waste of time, but he has no idea where else to start. ]
I'm-- I'm Sinistra. My name is Sinistra.
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[ First and foremost. Everything else, he'll address after setting his books aside and scooting just an inch closer on the floor. ]
And don't worry about being right or wrong! Think of it this way— it's not like you're threatening to take anything away from me. You're giving me a little piece of yourself for me to know, and that's something I'm gonna be thankful for! Heavy or not.
...Besides, we're not strangers anymore. [ He covers his mouth, mock-coy. ]
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[ He holds onto the book again. Another sigh, bigger this time and with a light cough following his breath. His shoulders fold. He is watching Momo carefully, guarded but wondering if speaking to someone totally removed would be helpful. Maybe he'll be able to think better.
He doesn't want this used against him, but maybe Momo really is this innocent and cheery. ]
Do you really want to hear?
[ One last escape route open. ]
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Mmhmm!
[ Open body language, shoulders turned towards his conversation partner. He already knows that what he's going to hear isn't going to be easy to digest or understand, but it's not about how he can react— it's the act of listening that matters, at the end of the day.
This is a strange purgatory that they've all found themselves in. They might as well make it count for something. ]
I'm all yours!
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My brother... my brother is not going back to our world. He's going home with the person he's with here. He wants me to come along. But... I don't know if I can exist outside of this place. I don't know how I'm alive nor why. If I try to leave, it might kill me.
But, if I don't leave, we'll be apart again. We haven't been together for... ten years... and I'd rather die than leave him, but...
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But he doesn't break eye contact, even as he leans sideways along the side of Sinistra's chair. ]
...There's a lot about this place that's still a complete mystery, huh?
[ The dead coming to life, the parallel dimensions, the people from different worlds. Momo can't imagine— it all still feels unreal, like he should be waiting for the other shoe to drop.
He can't even begin to contextualize how difficult this must be for someone running on borrowed time, even if he can vaguely relate to that situation. ]
—It's scary, being on both sides of that situation. Leaving someone behind, or being left behind. [ Implied: it's fine to be conflicted. ]
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Living without him is too unbearable.
He nods at Momo's response. ]
These books are all fairytales. Still, the lessons we learn about God or heaven are also truths wrapped in stories. So I'm hoping to find an answer about my own existence in here. Maybe there is a third option or a way to guarantee my survival for his sake.
I have found nothing that calls out to me as useful just yet.
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All he can do is look around at the rows of books around them. Tip his chin up to the ceiling and breathe. ]
Well, it's definitely a great place to start! Chroma is kind of like a real life fairytale— this place makes a lot of things that seem impossible possible.
[ He circles his own eyes with his hands, index and thumb curled into mock-glasses. ]
I'll keep my eyes peeled, too! If there's anything that looks promising, I'll zoom right on over to you.
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His head hurts. He isn't sure he can work on this any more today.
He touched his temple for a moment before giving Momo a puzzled glance. He doesn't understand the gesture but, somehow, the offer to share information seems honest. He's not sure if there's even anything to learn. It might be fruitless.
Still, despite this guy's alien nature, his efforts have somehow made him feel..
Calmer ? Or at least distracted from the complexities before him.
He reaches out and mimes patting his head three times. A gesture that had he's parroted from Kisa before. He doesn't look happy, per say, but his expression has evened out. ]
I... I appreciate it, even if it may be impossible to find anything.
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Doubly so when Sinistra mimes patting his head. He opens his own mouth for an exhale-turned laugh (too loud in the indifferent silence of the library), and sits up so he can nudge the side of his companion's knee with his head. ]
It's the least I can do after waking you up and bothering you right off the bat! Thanks, you're really sweet.
[ Look closely, and you'd be able to see an invisible tail wagging. ]
Even if you can't find your answers right away, I hope you and your brother get to spend as much time together as you guys can.
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He startles at the laugh, at the head pushing against his knee. Momo is an alien, he's absolutely sure. He can make so little sense of him. The type of kindness he's showing feels even more foreign than how Minato and Izuku and even Kisa have treated him. He averts his eyes a little. ]
I'm not. You would do yourself a favor to not think of me so. There's a lot of ugly things in me... you've only just met me, so you just cannot see yet.
[ His brother and why he can't spend all the time he wants with him is proof. Even that is complicated. It shows as his body language shifts, arms folding over his own chest protectively. His default grown deepens. ]
I do... too...
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Momo sets those realizations aside, as something to properly digest on his own time. Not in front of someone who would mistake empathy for grief; Momo doesn't want that on Sinistra's conscience.
(he can't imagine how many of Sinistra's prayers must've been left unanswered for so long.) ]
...There's no such thing as a really ugly person, you know. Everyone's gonna have things about themselves that they're disappointed about, but that's also just a part of you. It's not good or bad— it just is.
I hope that you can treat that part of you as kindly as you treat your brother. ♬
[ A low hum, and Momo stands up. He's always been famously terrible at maintaining respectable distances, at knowing when to back down.
Palm to hair, he reciprocates Sinistra's shadow-headpat from earlier. This time, with fingers ruffling long bangs, if Sinistra will let him. ] I hope I get to know you better, too!
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He puts a hand over his chest. ]
If only it were that easy.
[ he wishes he had even a little of that optimism in him. It's not there, though, not even an ounce.
Sinistra's head bows a little, but he doesn't fight it. Mutsu had done this before, but the contents of their conversation had been much different. Mutsu he understood just a little better.
His face feels warm while his hair moves over his forehead. He wonders if he's getting sick. ]
You won't like it.
[ it's a weaker protest than before, but a protest all the same. He thinks people waste their time on him when he has nothing good to share... but people are stubborn. Momo is clearly cut of the same cloth as all the stubborn people here that spend time on him.
He's warned them at least. ]
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pinch Sinistra's nose. Gently, because he can tell that Sinistra hasn't been around enough loudmouths like him to know when they're teasing. ]
—Man, Momo-chan's not that delicate! You're being way too nice to me.
[ His heart's big enough to get hurt once in a while, he promises. ]
Trouble me all you want! Look at how big I am, I can take it...!
[ He. Flexes. It's not impressive, but it's not meant to be— he garnishes the gesture with a wink. ]
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I am not being too nice. I just imagine most people would not want to hear about the world's end.
[ it's a lot to bare, even for the brothers who were born into the beginnings of it. ]
You're not big.
[ the joking is lost on him. To Sinistra, Mutsu is big, but not this guy. Maybe compared to himself as Sinistra appears to have the weight of a dove, but that would make many people big.
Sorry, Momo. He means well... ]
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He can't help it. That earnest response is too endearing to him. ]
Ahaha, I told you to trouble me, but you're going for the jugular right out of the gate?!
[ The end of the world sounds heavy; maybe a topic for another day. For now, he's content to chuckle at Sinistra's blunt honesty. ]
I'll definitely show you how big and manly and dependable I can be, one day! Just you wait!
[ god....... just kill him ]
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No, I just mean--
[ oh. He's not serious this time either? Huh.
His brow creases. ]
You don't need to do that. It isn't necessary to prove anything to me.
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