[VIDEO] ☠ Death is always adorable.

[nightprince]

[ The feed turns on, and a teenage boy with a long yellow scarf, suspenders, and black hair shows up. He seems pensive, and appears to be holding a plush of a certain Frost in his arms. ]

First things first. Ladies, it's your lucky day: Ryoji Mochizuki has arrived, and he has a totally free schedule. Nice to meet you. I'll be happy if you can all show me the ropes~

[ A wink and a grin; now a bit more serious, but still smiling, he presses onward. ]

Secondly! I'm curious about Vatheon. Like... how long I'll be here, and stuff... I know, I've heard there's no way out, but maybe that's being too pessimistic? It can't hurt to ask, right? And do you guys think you can tell me more about it... the ones who have been here longer, I mean. I've heard some stuff, and it's... definitely not an amusement park like I thought, haha! But I'd like to get to know everyone here, that aside. So, let's chat!

Or we can meet up in person! I'm in the Middle District, outside one of the cafés! Don't be a stranger.

[ A smile, and the feed cuts. He's not showing it, but he is actually extremely concerned. ]

(( For the curious, feel free to reply with ACTION to this and troll him and wonder why his mere presence invokes terror and feels like DEAAAATH let him chat you girls up talk to him~ ))

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[derparcana.livejournal.com]

... Minato-kun...

[ Just... he is so sad. ]

He didn't listen to me.

[messianic]

[...something that shook Ryoji up this much, huh...?

...]

Come on. Let's sit down.

[A gentle tug/nudge towards a bench against the wall of the cafe, where they will both be able to sit. C'mon, bro, we need to talk.]

[derparcana.livejournal.com]

[ Quietly following. He's... pretty hurt. ]

He... doesn't cherish life. Just like everyone else. It's so sad...

[messianic]

[They sit on the bench, and then Minato sighs, turning to look Ryoji over. The obvious question--'who'?--rests on he tip of his tongue, but...he supposes there are more important questions to be asked.

...It can't hurt to repeat himself.]

What happened?

[derparcana.livejournal.com]

[ Just... clinging now, bff. ;; ]

I... I can't change it.

[ S-sob. ]

I'm just a contradiction. I can't stop people from... being that way. Why... can't I help people, instead of hurt them?

[messianic]

[He still isn't sure what happened, but from what he's piecing together...he doesn't like it.

He doesn't move away, instead allowing Ryoji to cling.

Hm.]

...There isn't anything stopping you from helping people, Ryoji-kun. Just like there isn't anything forcing you to hurt people.

[...Death doesn't hurt people, bff. >: It's the end, not the lead-up.]

[derparcana.livejournal.com]

[ ... ]

I will kill you. I will kill everyone you care about, just like I...

[ His voice lowers to something of a quiet sob. ] Just like I killed Yukari's father, and everyone else in that lab.

[messianic]

[...He can't say it isn't true. It very well might be that Ryoji will kill them all.

And yet--]

Not by choice.

[...]

So what will you do with the time you have in which you can make choices for yourself?

[derparcana.livejournal.com]

... I... I want you to listen to me very carefully. I don't know what Haruka-chan has told you, but her timeline isn't ours.

[ Ryoji silently backs off, but keeps his hands on Minato's shoulders, expression serious. ]

I want you to decide. I don't know... if I'll change here or not, Minato. I don't know. But once that happens, I'll be unable to take human form, and unable to stop myself.

I will kill you. And anyone else.

Think about this carefully. Are you sure letting me live now, when you can stop this, is the best decision?

[messianic]

[He is silent in response for a long moment, silent and unflinching and his expression is solemn but strong.]

...I had already made my decision before meeting Haruka-san.

[...More or less, anyway. But now? ...Now he knows.]

I...am not going to kill you, Ryoji.

No matter what happens in the future, I know that is a choice I can make without regrets.

[derparcana.livejournal.com]

... I think we need to talk somewhere else.

[ C'mon, bro. You following? Back to the dorms. ]

[messianic]

[...That's concerning.

Still, what can he do but follow, hands in his pockets, expression solemn, set.

He's not changing his mind, no matter what Ryoji does.]

[derparcana.livejournal.com]

[ And once they are both in Minato's room... he shuts the door behind him. And sighs. ]

... You're so stubborn... are you sure this is your decision?

[messianic]

[...He simply stands there, nodding once.]

I'm not going to change my mind.

[1/2]

[derparcana.livejournal.com]

[ ... He just sighs. ]

You... you never change, do you?

[2/2]

[derparcana.livejournal.com]

You're not leaving me much choice here.

[ And suddenly he is reaching for Minato's collar, lifting him with ease, and backing him against a wall. ]

I don't think you fully understand the position you're in right now.

[1/2]

[messianic]

[...]

[2/2]

[messianic]

[...Quietly, he sighs. He doesn't resist, and, pressed against the wall, he simply shakes his head.

His expression, however, then becomes determined.]

...Nothing you could do would change my mind, Ryoji-kun.

[Honorifics, yes. Attempting a basic sense of calm, even if...the room is nothing of the sort, really. It is entirely tense, and he knows it, but--]

[derparcana.livejournal.com]

I don't think you understand my position here. Do you want to be responsible for the deaths of hundreds of people...?

[ ... Ryoji takes Minato's hand, leads it to his Evoker, then makes him hold it to his head. His other hand still pins him to the wall effortlessly. ]

... Is it really that hard? If it was easier for you to view me as what I really am? If you got a gun, all you would have to do is just what you do already. All you would need to do would be to point it at someone else. You wouldn't be to blame. It could be an accident.

[messianic]

[He closes his eyes and slackens his grip on the evoker--were Ryoji not holding it there, it would clatter to the ground, for he is not holding it.

And quietly, but unusually emotive for him; his voice shakes, and not from fear.]

I will not be responsible for taking away the choices of hundreds of people.

[derparcana.livejournal.com]

... Then you would rather be responsible for dooming them to annihilation? [ He sighs again. ]

You know, this doesn't have to be so difficult, Minato.

[ And he lets go of Minato's arm, the Evoker clattering to the floor. He holds out his free hand, and his sword appears in it. He then holds it to Minato's chest, serious. ]

... Maybe persuasion will change your mind.

[messianic]

[...He was about to say something along the lines of how, by giving them choices, they would have a chance--That they wouldn't be doomed.

But then the evoker falls to the floor and there is a sword pressed far-too-close to his chest, and he pauses for a long moment, utterly silent.

...

A sigh.]

Ryoji. I already told you--nothing you do will change my mind.

I refuse to take away peoples' last chances, their last choices. Those are theirs to decide what to do with, not mine.

[...He really is utterly at Ryoji's mercy at this point, having no means with which to defend himself at all. ...But he is calm, if serious and, perhaps, a little saddened. ...Because he trusts Ryoji.]

[derparcana.livejournal.com]

... You still don't understand it, do you?

[ He sighs, backing off, grip on the sword tight enough to turn his knuckles white. He's frustrated. ]

Nyx is their choice.

[messianic]

[He breathes in when he is finally able to move away from against the wall again...though he doesn't. He remains there, not quite leaning on the wall, and simply looks at his friend.]

...Don't you believe in second chances, Ryoji-kun?

[...]

I think people deserve a second chance, so that they can...make a better choice.

[derparcana.livejournal.com]

... Of course. But there's not going to BE that chance. You don't... understand.

[ ... He is simply dumbfounded, and is silent, eyes shut. ]

Every waking moment, humanity's entirety calls out to her in pain. They ask her to end it. Why do you think I'm here...?