[ AUDIENCE: SAKYOU SAGIHARA ]

[dormheads]

Comments

[modissty]

[Is it? Is anything about Chad fine?]

We could leave them by the memorial, or in the box that you set up. Cranes are traditional, but I think Sieghart-dono wasn't a very traditional man, so...

[The "what" shouldn't matter much, at least.]

[inaccordant]

[yes? he's clearly doing great.]

You would know better than me.

[modissty]

I... didn't know him all that well myself, to be honest.

[He'd only just started trying to reach out more when sweet Sieghart was RUDELY SNATCHED AWAY.]

Perhaps cranes are best...

[inaccordant]

Well, I doubt he'd be offended by something conventional.

[modissty]

That's true.

[Glancing around this messy ass room...]

...Shall we sit on the floor?

[inaccordant]

You can sit on the bed or chair. I don't mind.

[modissty]

[Chad your mess....... Sakyou will carefully make his way over to the chair, in any case, and then hold some of the sheets out.]

I assume you've made these before...?

[inaccordant]

[he takes a few.]

Not really. I just figured it was something simple enough for the others to do.

[modissty]

I think some of them have found it enjoyable. The other craft items, as well - it's good to keep one's hands busy in such situations.

[Maya and her fuckin 5000 scarves...]

Would you like me to show you how to fold a crane?

[inaccordant]

... Might as well.

[modissty]

[Oh he's standing back up again... Giving the chair to Chad!!]

One needs a flat surface to fold the edges properly.

[So they get the table because the floor is a MESS.]

[inaccordant]

[actually, since sakyou is by the desk, he'll be able to see the photo inside the frame: it's of a young man, around chad's age when the photo was taken, and looking so much like him that they have to be related. (all the more so since he's wearing a pocket watch that looks suspiciously like chad's.) well, aside from the part where this boy is smiling cheerfully.

chad moves aside some of the things on the table... until a memory plays, and he freezes.

You are in the Demon Frontier: an ominous space, crawling with demons and devoid of any cheer. The moon hangs in the sky, amidst shadowy silhouettes.

Something constantly pulls on your consciousness, as if trying to catch your attention. (Vague whispers of join me, I will grant you what you wish for.) It threatens to overwhelm you, to fill your heart with anger and grief that are not your own—but you resist, putting up walls between you and the source. It leaves behind a dull ache in your head, but you do your best to focus on what's in front of you.

Your companion asks,

"... But why would you be able to hear the calls from the demon lord?"

"The power of corruption opens a door behind which dwells great power. The key to controlling it is to control the size of that door. If I lose control, then I will be no different from other corrupted warlocks."

You won't lose control, though. You refuse to. You are not defined by hatred or sorrow, and you won't be defeated by something this petty.

"The demon lords, however, are those who have crossed the door to the other side, embraced the power they found there, and transformed into demons."

"So the demon lord is calling you from behind that door?"

Tiredly, you say, "So to speak, yes."

"So, are you...?" she asks, hesitant.

"I'm not stupid enough to be convinced by a mere calling," you reply. "Also, I have no intentions of becoming a demon."]

[modissty]

[IT'S ALWAYS FUCKIN DEMONS!!

Anyway, Sakyou's probably (nickelback voice) looked at that photograph while lying a paper flat in preparation to start folding. He's about to make a remark - siblings are important, after all - but instead he gets that! Rude!

Funny enough, the emotions are familiar to him. They're ones he feels very often, after all. This person, then - the person whose memories he's viewing - is already much stronger in many ways. He's quiet for a second in the aftermath, blinking away the foreign perspective with a sort of grim expression.]

...So it really is going to be like this.

[MEMSHARE WEEK. And not even a catalyst to blame things on like they had with the biting...]

--My apologies.

[inaccordant]

[chad looks dazed, as if he's not quite sure what happened, before—]

... Don't apologize. I don't know whose that was, anyway.

[modissty]

[SWEET CHAD........ His brow furrows a little.]

...Do you think there's a possibility that it could be yours?

[inaccordant]

[?]

I don't have any memories like that.

[modissty]

[Tragically since this isn't Tuesday he doesn't know to start shoving vouchers at Chad yet, so for now, instead:]

Would you consider it a possibility, given what we know of what can happen to the memories of those here?

[inaccordant]

... It's a possibility, but in theory, anything is a possibility, so that doesn't mean much.

[modissty]

Mm... Well, I can't argue with that.

[A little sigh; he turns his attention back to the paper under his hands.]

[inaccordant]

... If more evidence presents itself, I'll consider it more seriously. But right now, I don't see a reason to tire myself out by doubting my memories.

[he also goes back to focusing on the paper.]

[modissty]

It's understandable. There's nothing pleasant about doubting one's memories...

[Which he thought was just an isekai thing but he's now realizing is also a thing from home! Wow. Sometimes demon swords.]

[inaccordant]

It's not about what's pleasant or unpleasant—it's about what'll be productive.

[modissty]

[EVERY TIME HE TALKS TO CHAD HE JUST WANTS TO RUN FURTHER AWAY truly this is a lad he cannot see eye to eye with, or so it feels.]

Productivity does keep one moving forward.

[He can't argue with it, though. He's just the sort of asshole that thinks with his heart and not his head.

Speaking of! Sometimes, demons! A return memory for a memory, even if Chad's is a half-remembered one. It's fine, this one's half-remembered too. mod accounts are added to the filters help]

[inaccordant]

[I'M SORRY SAKYOU unfortunately chad is very pragmatic but also it's just that sometimes you don't care if you have to face unpleasant things

but at the memory, he freezes. in the aftermath, he can only try to reorient himself.]

That was...

[modissty]

[Sometimes you're both dealing with demons but you are just very opposite personality types anyway.

That's fun, though. Sakyou still stumbles through these moments but is getting more used to them, to the point that he can at least pull himself out of his post-memshare stupor with greater ease.]

--A memory of mine. [At least he can recall that now, unlike the first time!] My apologies.