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blood festival.

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[for a while, she had been hopeful that Dito had just...disappeared. fallen into the void, and not come back. of course, life isn't that simple, nor is it that kind to her, and she barely manages to not respond to him on the network with your help isn't needed. ugh. this means that when she goes to get her blood drawn he's going to be there, isn't he.

whatever. it means she chooses Add to perform the procedure, because then she can borrow one of the Dynamos - who still have that secret combination that she doesn't know the meaning of. it means she's minding her own business as she has been, pretending that if she completely ignores him, he'll vanish like she wants. like how she's been doing for the past month. he gets no attention, and no respect. not even if somehow he's standing right next to her.

just...pretend you aren't hyperaware of it.]

girl i forgot to delete the subject line

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[ unfortunately, he's all too aware.

especially when it's someone he knows, which causes the crooks of his mouth to turn upward. she hates him. he already knows this. but she's standing right there, right by him, and he's far too excited to ruin her life even more.

he could just stab her right through the throat, watch her blood spill all over the floor beautifully, maybe even getting onto or soaking into his shoes... it makes him grin, and he tilts his head as he immediately recognizes the girl before him.

the blind one. the one that should be dead, but still isn't. it kind of pisses him off, knowing she's still here and isn't even paying him any attention. why is she still here, of all people.

he waves his hand in front of her face, teasingly and purposefully despite knowing she can't see a thing, leaning in closer to her face before muttering in a lower and more purposefully malicious voice: ]

Remember me?

[ -- honestly, he'd be so pressed if she didn't. but he knows she can't possibly forget him. or at least, he wants to think as much. ]

Found you.

[ weren't they playing a litle hide-and-seek to begin with, after all. ]

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[it's a reflex, to reply, and she hates herself for doing it. she should have said nothing, and pushed him further for it.]

...I haven't exactly been hiding.

[she's as quiet as he is, but as frosty as the snow - still, she can't really conceal the instinctive tension that rises in her when he's near, the way her expression twists a little. there's not even the guarantee that he'll be rational and not kill her here - no, he lacks that quality of a hunter. he's just an insane murderer, and her one defense is if she can give an instruction faster than he can swing a blade.]

Or is this your way of asking for a rematch?

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I mean, you don't have much of a shot right now.

[ blatantly ignoring her ability and all of that, but he has a feeling she wouldn't use it lightly. not unless he purposefully attacked her, which he really, really wants to do.

but he's composing himself right now.

barely.

he scoffs, shrugging his arms as he takes a step away from her, digging in the back of his own pocket for something. ]

You always have a lot of neat tricks up your sleeves. Wonder if you can tell me what this is, though.

[ dito pulls out a complete obsidian dagger from his rear belt, tossing it on the floor with an intrusive clank.

-- or at least it's obsidian to the average eye, considering there's a plethora of dried blood on it that dito hasn't given a damn about washing off. hell, he probably likes it. especially since he's smirking as the toe of his boot steps on it briefly, right before kicking the knife toward helena's direction.

if she picks it up, it will be unnaturally cool to the touch. ]

You're blind, right? What kind of shit do you hear around here.

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[she uses her cane to stop the object from going past her, wondering what sort of weird test this is. there has to be some purpose to this inquiry, but now that she's engaged, she has to see it through.]

As much as you see, I'd imagine. You take in the world with your eyes, and I listen to it and gain an impression that way. It's very simple.

[if he's not going to make sudden movements, she'll pick up the object - a dagger, she can tell by feeling the shape. not her favorite thing to hold, and there's a film on it that tells her it's been used - a twitch in her features when she places that. vile.]

It's a knife, and one you killed with.

[her tone says it was a question so simple a child could have answered it.]

What, pray tell, is your point?

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You're tired of being prey, yeah?

[ he lets her pick up the knife. he doesn't particularly care -- it's not like he needs it, although he has something of a fondness for it given where it came from. but weapons are weapons, and they come and go.

just like bodies.

dito moves an arm to finger at the shaft at his waist. it's probably not fair to bring a spear to a knife fight, but isn't he a good samaritan for bringing a knife to offer in the first place? mostly, he's just interested in what she's going to do. he's caught her attention since day one, albeit in the worst way possible.

she's interesting.

he wants to kill her, but not if it's going to be boring.

he doesn't grab toward his own weapon himself, instead splaying his hands out with a short laugh. ]

Wanna try being a predator? Come on, it's fun!

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And you're offering yourself as prey? My, how considerate.

[she should reject him out of hand. hand the knife off to someone else, laugh in his face, start ignoring him again. but...maybe it's the circumstances. maybe it's that for the past week she's really been sick of all of this, and it really hasn't been so long since she lost her temper at someone. if she wanted, she could do something very easily - she could strike for his location, and while he was off kilter, stab him in the shoulder. she could scream out that strange code for Dynamo. she could do a dozen things, and many of them would be more sensible than what she does do.]

But, this is a bad spot for it, you know? There's enough people here who'd want to stop that the second they see it start...we should go elsewhere, if you're serious.

[that will also give her more time to come up with a plan that won't compromise her morals too much.]

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Ha. For me?

[ he raises a brow, tilting his head slightly with a pause as if he's thinking about it.

although it's followed by a nonchalant shrug. ]

I don't give a shit. But sure, if you wanna make this go a little longer than it should... [ a scoff, ] Well, who am I to say "no"?

[ there's something...uncanny here. dito can't quite put too much of a deeper meaning to it or anything -- not because he's stupid, but because he doesn't care. as long as it benefits him and satifies him, he really doesn't give a shit. it's always going to be like that.

but again, because he isn't stupid, he likes the idea of dragging others in this godforsaken environment that he's interested in into something nasty. he doesn't like to be bored, after all.

unfortunately, his idea of interesting is the most violent and uncouth actions fathomable.

not something he expects from helena, since he's essentially pegged her as "prey", but he still thinks there's something there. and he wants to fuck with her. why not. she does a good job of not paying attention to him, but then she also does, which keeps him interested. ]

I'll let you pick the place.

02/14

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[hope he goes to his locker today because someone put bees in it.

no sender. just bees.]

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[ you know what. he goes to his locker semi-occasionally, usually because he stores shit in there. shit he shouldn't, but it's not like it matters -- nobody's going to confront him or say anything.

it's why he doesn't exactly expect anyone to break into his damn locker, though. wasn't even sure if that was possible, and certainly didn't bother enough to check. it's not like it looked tampered with, after all.

and so, he opens it as normally as he always does. scowl on his face, although he's not particularly unhappy. in fact, things are starting to look up for him finally, he thinks.

-- at least, until he notes the buzzing noise. his brows furrow, and he's only cautious for a second before impatiently yanking open his locker door to see what's going on there.

it's a mistake. ]

Shit.

[ he practically spits, hands moving to cover his own head as he sidles up against the other lockers and tries to dodge the trajectory of The Bees™. he's quite literally incapable of gauging what's going on right now, except for the fact that he wants to avoid them as much as possible.

he even wonders if he should make a dash for the bathroom or something, in case they're weirdly antagonistic. ]

midmonth you know what time it is

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[it's getting later, but that's never bothered her at all. she knows her way in certain wooded paths, and keeping moving means keeping those voices off her. so instead, a trip to the shrine, to smile and talk and avoid the chill, avoid anything whispering what she doesn't want to hear. coming back, she knows, will take some time - but Helena's in no grand rush. making her way through trees, back along that path...she knows that when she's back in the dorms, back in the warmth and comfort there, they can't reach her. whatever it is that wants to drape itself over the school, it's not inside.

besides, since the debacle a few days ago, there was something she figured out how to conceal in her clothing. she doesn't love having a knife there - it feels like it could just as easily hurt her as someone else, but at this point, until the tensions die down, one of the dinner knives from the kitchen won't be missed. her roommates will never see it. and this time...this time maybe, it'll be easier, should she be prodded into using it. nothing fatal, she knows, but enough to distract, to give her a way out. a quick strike, a stab, and running as fast as she can. no hesitation.

self murder and time travel and other worlds and all the rest. in how many of those worlds, she thinks, are there dead Helenas, ones that didn't come back from this or that? probably more than there are alive ones.

but, because she's distracted doesn't mean she's entirely oblivious. there's footsteps - someone else is in the surroundings too, and she stops for a second, trying to figure out who it could be. as far as she knows, not many people go out like this. with the sun soon to set, who'd want to be out so far? someone trying to get away from their thoughts, like her?

it's not like she has a reason to hide herself, though. plenty of people go to the shrine. and plenty of people go outside to think. it's the voices - they're just hissing things she doesn't want to hear.]

lets go gamers

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[ helena's queries about why anyone, generally speaking, would be out and about at night and walking around in the woods are warranted. but it's not like dito's ever been nomral. it's how he even got into his last predicament, back with add and komaeda. he just...walked into that. but even that experience doesn't deter him. komaeda's in a coma, and he doesn't consider the other a threat outside of how annoyingly difficult he is to kill and how his luck kicks in at the most inopportune times. add isn't even here anymore, sans for his dust — which is a shame, because he really thought add was entertaining.

but the woods are more familiar for dito than most, and it's not like he's accustomed to sleeping in them. or residing in the great outdoors, in general. the only thing he can say with assurance that he doesn't take kindly to is the seaside. everything else...he can cope. he prefers it to the stuffy interior of the school, and he definitely needs a breather from his own damn dorm room sometimes. even if that situation is something he's adjusting to easier than he thought he would. especially when he gets to cut loose at times without judgment or people getting on his ass.

so really, it's more of a matter of needing a breather from the atmosphere of the school and its annoying ass students itself.

—not that it works out as he was planning tonight, since he suddenly hears someone else walking out here. ah, yes. of course. of fucking course. he's almost annoyed here simply because of what happened last time. he'd think people would be smart enough to fuck off out of the woods by now with the accidents and the monsters, so if they're out here he can only guess they're either up to some shit or stupid.

he sighs, not hiding his presence. ]

Oh, brother... Look, if you're gonna do something freaky, I'll just close my eyes and walk by this time, okay? ...Well, I won't close my eyes. But I won't give a shit if you're lugging a body out here or something at this time of night, haha...

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[her mood instantly sours to hear that voice. she'd just wanted to get back without incident, and now, here they are. to know he was there, if he sees her and she ignores him, he's going to keep trying for attention. if she gives him attention, he'll try and be tiresome again. the sigh that escapes her is involuntary, since she really doesn't like either option. to be badgered or to try to stand her ground.]

There are no bodies. There's nothing of interest to you right now.

[as if she could do that. but if she stays cold, maybe he'll get annoyed and leave, and she continues stepping in the way that'll take her back to the dorms. there's a while still to go.]

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[ ... out of all the voices dito expected to speak up (if any, who the fuck knows if it's even a person), it wasn't that one. no fucking way...

he wouldn't mistake that voice anywhere. his brows rise slightly as his expression lights up, because this is really amusing to him for a plethora of reasons. one of them being that helena is walking out around here in spite of being blind, but it's not like that's ever stopped her before. she's so much more physically inferior to dito it makes him want to laugh right now — does she know how easily she could die?

okay, yeah, he ends up laughing for a second. ]

You're kidding, right?

[ now he's starting to walk toward her with a little more pep in his step, unfortunately. ]

You're the most interesting thing I could find in the middle of the night like this.

[ bro the phrasing ]

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And why should I go and entertain you tonight?

[she can hear him getting closer, but she keeps on her steady path. alone like this, even someone less observant could still track how her composure wavers, the spider thin cracks he makes on it by existing in her vicinity. a lesser person would tell him to go away, bite the words off like the snapping of cut glass.

daylight or night, the forest is the same to her. it has its hazards, its boundaries - but she's walked this path so much, her mind can map it well.

there's a metaphor to be made here, about girls and meeting monsters in the woods at night, and fear and warnings, but she's not clever enough to make it right now.]

Because I'm not really in the mood to play games with you.

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What, so you're usually in the mood, otherwise? Wow.

[ there's sarcasm dripping off his tone, but he's obviously just trying to get on her nerves here. which doesn't seem hard to do tonight, even though she's consistently the one able to keep her composure the most around him out of mose people.

he throws his hands behind his head, still following her. ]

Are you up to something bad, Hel?

[ welcome to the nickname zone. ]

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Don't call me that.

[automatic, as reflexive as someone brushing hair out of their eyes. he doesn't have the right to shorten her name - only her friends do, and he's never tried to be her friend. many things - bully, unwilling helper, goader of her worse impulses - but not friendly.]

If I was up to anything, I would have taken far more pains to not be discovered on a common path.

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[ oh, that bothers her. dito doesn't care; he'll acquit it to memory though. he likes knowing how to get underneath people's skin, both figuratively and literally. especially literally. although neither have ever been too difficult for him. ]

You say that, but it's not like any path around here is "common". Hell, you could be attacked by some freak of nature at any second...

[ he is talking about this so casually. ]

late june.

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[so this comes as a comment on an old post. as far back as she can manage, so that no one will simply wander across it. she'd thought about this for quite some time, and she'll never have the answer unless she asks.]

Do you want the collar removed?

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is this a trick question

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I have never asked you a question I do not wish to know the answer to.

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ok but like
how
and why

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Given that it can hurt you of its own accord, it's either magic or an electronic device. If it's the former, then it's a matter of breaking the spell. If it's the latter, then it needs to be disabled, which I would have more confidence in.

You haven't removed it yourself, which means either there's a reason you cannot, or you want it there. The second seems far fetched, but I can hardly claim to know all your peculiarities.

[does she have to say why.]

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[ he's not going to clarify which one of those it is because he's a little more preoccupied with the why than the how, truth be told. ]

it's more like why do you care
last i checked i'm the LAST person you should be doing any favors for
what's the catch

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Do you disbelieve someone doing something out of their own free will so completely?

[says the girl who very nearly asked how's your eye.]