[Jin Ling looks like he's going somewhere. He's got a mission, a goal kind of going somewhere. But he slows down a little when he spots Ash wherever, comes to a stop.
At first, he looks like he's going to keep going again, but then changes his mind.]
Steal the books then. S'what I've been doing. I don't trust half the people here not to wreck the place beyond Monobun's fixing capabilities within the next week.
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Is this what we're all gonna do? Play musical rooms every time one of our roommates dies?
[There's a young boy standing on a pier where water laps beneath. Ash can feel it being him, can feel it being Jin Ling. The air smells like fresh water, like a garden full of peonies.
Two other young boys begin running away, one yelling, "Why did you hit me?!" while Jin Ling stands behind with fisted hands and angry tears. "Your mom was no good! You never had a mom to teach you any manners!" the boy screams as they leave. "Your dad didn't even like your mom!" Angrily, Jin Ling throws a stick of candy, and it splits apart when it hits the dock.
"Neither your dad nor your mom wanted you!" yells the other boy. "You didn't even have a mom to teach you any manners!"
Jin Ling wipes both eyes and turns away, but he can't stop the quiet sobs. So he runs down the length of the pier to the enclosure at the end, a gazebo of sorts. Inside is a large hanging scroll, drawn with the image of a man and a woman. Jin Ling sits in front of it with his knees pulled to his chin and cries quietly to himself.]
[ There's fear, and pain and confusion that lasts for a good few minutes as awareness slowly filters back into Ash's mind. There's panic too, slowly creeping up from his stomach, and it's overwhelming, making it hard to breathe.
There's a smell as well - smokey, and ashy. Like something's been burning. A lot of things have been burning. It's overwhelming, a mix of burnt wood and -- something else. Sweet, like decay and overwhelming like burnt... something else. Ash starts to scrabble to his feet, through broken wood and shattered pieces of what was once a home. From the first person point of view Jin Ling's seeing, Ash's hands look much smaller than they are normally. They're child's hands, not the older ones he has now.
Wherever Ash was had been beautiful ones. Surrounded by trees, and beautiful views of nature. Small and quaint stone buildings, in an equally small and quaint village. Or... it was, at some point.
[Both hands fist at his sides, but he at least doesn't try swinging them. Both shoulders are stiff, and he has too much pride to stand down. His golden eyes search Ash's face, annoyed, resentful, but stubbornly shoving against what he knows is going to be an en passe.]
I don't want to tell anyone about your stupid--whatever anyway.
[Wherever Ash is, Jin Ling hunts him down. He's stuck in that stupid-ass fancy, gold mask that's been chipped and cracked, with the gems pulsing on and off lowly.]
[ he just stares down at Jin Ling's hand, and then sloooowwwwllllly up at the Kid Himself ]
The last time we had a chat about manners, you had an epic tantrum and sulked. I can't be fucked to go through that again, so ask nicely or get out of my face.
[ he's smiling and somehow that probably makes this worse. ]
[If he had fur, it would all be stuck up on his back irritably. Taking his hands away, he puts them on either side of the book and slaps it closed between both their hands. And then he leeeeeaaaaans in at Ash's face.]
Come with me to the room that shows you what you want it to show, [through gritted teeth] please.
w1, sunday
At first, he looks like he's going to keep going again, but then changes his mind.]
What are you doing?
[Who all is fucking sad around here?]
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Debating if I want to sleep in there, or just crash in the library for a bit.
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[He turns to keep going, but slows to a stop again after a few steps. Finally, he glances over his shoulder.]
All the idiots go the library, so they're just annoying while you're in there. You can go in Room 15 if you want. No one is using it.
[Nevermind the bed before.]
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[ But, fair. Things keep ruining the library in their haste to murder someone so. Don't fall asleep in there and he'll be fine, got it. ]
Who's room was that?
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[He's quiet for a moment, looking away.]
My old room. Tenoh Haruka is dead, and Babo Kim won't stay in it either. So it's empty.
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Is this what we're all gonna do? Play musical rooms every time one of our roommates dies?
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w3, da memshare
Two other young boys begin running away, one yelling, "Why did you hit me?!" while Jin Ling stands behind with fisted hands and angry tears. "Your mom was no good! You never had a mom to teach you any manners!" the boy screams as they leave. "Your dad didn't even like your mom!" Angrily, Jin Ling throws a stick of candy, and it splits apart when it hits the dock.
"Neither your dad nor your mom wanted you!" yells the other boy. "You didn't even have a mom to teach you any manners!"
Jin Ling wipes both eyes and turns away, but he can't stop the quiet sobs. So he runs down the length of the pier to the enclosure at the end, a gazebo of sorts. Inside is a large hanging scroll, drawn with the image of a man and a woman. Jin Ling sits in front of it with his knees pulled to his chin and cries quietly to himself.]
w3, memshare
There's a smell as well - smokey, and ashy. Like something's been burning. A lot of things have been burning. It's overwhelming, a mix of burnt wood and -- something else. Sweet, like decay and overwhelming like burnt... something else. Ash starts to scrabble to his feet, through broken wood and shattered pieces of what was once a home. From the first person point of view Jin Ling's seeing, Ash's hands look much smaller than they are normally. They're child's hands, not the older ones he has now.
Wherever Ash was had been beautiful ones. Surrounded by trees, and beautiful views of nature. Small and quaint stone buildings, in an equally small and quaint village. Or... it was, at some point.
It doesn't look that way anymore. ]
[ no i'm not resizing this pic again ]
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Also, he really just takes a running start and tries to tackle Ash.]
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God.
Go away Jingles.
Ash is gonna SIDE STEP HIM. ]
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This time, he doesn't fall down on the ground, but goes whipping by Ash, only to flip around again.]
What was that?! Was that--you?! Answer me!
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None of your business. Here’s a plan, I won’t talk about yours if you don’t talk about anything you see when you’re near me. Sound fair? Good.
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I don't want to tell anyone about your stupid--whatever anyway.
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w4, monday
Carbide Ash!
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That's my name, don't wear it out.
[ he doesn't look up from whatever he's reading. RIP. ]
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Come with me to the room that shows you what you want it to show.
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The last time we had a chat about manners, you had an epic tantrum and sulked. I can't be fucked to go through that again, so ask nicely or get out of my face.
[ he's smiling and somehow that probably makes this worse. ]
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Come with me to the room that shows you what you want it to show, [through gritted teeth] please.
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bumps the spine on Jingle's forehead. ]
Was that so hard?
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w6, friday
Here is your final PC (probably). The cabin is small, so they’re all a tad more cramped. He sticks his head into different places, searching.]
Carbide Ash?
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Ash Carbide actually, but yeah?
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Stop that. I'm surprised you're not dead.
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What can I say, I'm good at avoiding it.
I'm amazed you didn't come back in a body bag too, I hear you fucked yourself up big time. [ ROLLED A 2??? ANNA??? ]
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I was--fine! For the majority of it! They're the ones who decided to stupidly try what we had! It just got in the way.
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So... you fucked yourself up real bad. [ like he SAID. ]
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