the one where makima pops bocchi the rock

[overlies]

Who: makima & co! that could be you!
What: a few closed prompts for housemates and random open prompts for any wanted run-ins! also open to plotting and wildcards!
When: post mob's explosion, throughout the rest of march + april
Where: the dog house (you can't tell me that's not what house makima is called), the entertainment feed, other locations to be determined!

Content Warnings: psychological & emotional manipulation, devil contracts, gaslighting, victim blaming, body swapping, zombie dogs, violence, more tba if/as they come.

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[ the more he speaks, the more she sees through him. oh, was it this? was this not her little mob? it's not their fault, of course . . . but she doesn't like being the one to be fooled, and played like one. mob's abilities receive an immediate pushback; what hovers inches off their designated surfaces falls back to where they once were, all with a flick of her wrist in a swift command without lifting her eerie gaze from him. something is gradually suffocating. chains slink around him on another plain— it is unseen, not physically felt— but there is a spiritual coil around him like a snake's inching wrap around prey.

she feels something beginning to bubble from her smile that feels more like a knife's blade than a gentle greeting. a dog's baring teeth when territory has been breached. she's possessive of her things. and this one . . . is not hers. ]

Why would you be, Shigeo? [ and she tilts her head. ] That is your name, isn't it?

[icanhearscreams]

[That's... creepy. There's something very wrong about her, and instinctively his (Shigeo's?) power pushes against hers. Panic starts rising in his chest even though he's outwardly calm, staring into those eyes. He lets out a slightly miffed sigh and tilts his head slightly.]

Why would you think it isn't?

[He hasn't lied... technically. Just asking a question.]

[overlies]

[ oh . . . well, if makima were one to allow herself the luxury and intimacy to laugh more than she did, she would right now. she doesn't guffaw— but she does chuckle, low and dangerous. the back of her hand brushes the side of "mob's" cheek, and just like that . . .

she flicks a switch, somewhere. just like a lightbulb, a candle's burning fire— in a snap, mob's telekinesis is completely muted. jun cannot move things, cannot feel anything to push back against under all that pressure— because it has already consumed him. her chains have locked his abilities up behind a fortress that could seem impenetrable to a child. to many adults with weak minds, it already was as overwhelming as presented.

she takes that part of his agency away, and she does it with a smile that any human might just see as condescending. ]

You're clever. [ and haven't answered a single question of her's since she started asking. she was being truthful, then. he was clever. it's what makes humans complicated, but she can't help the extra flash of white from her teeth. it was like watching a dog trying to outsmart her. it was cavity-inducing. so, so cute. precious, really. ] It's as simple as that.

[icanhearscreams]

[The complete and total shutdown is... distressing. He tries to reach out for his blood magic, instinctively - but of course it's not there. He feels that pressure, but he's very strong-willed. He feels her barrier and he shoves against it. He doesn't care that it's a fortress. He cares that she's done something to Mob.]

[It's his power, and his choice to use it. What right does she have to turn it off? None, that's what.]

... Fine. You win this round.

[He's dropped the pretense of Mob's voice, leaving it cold and deadly. His expression turns equally cold, his head tilting up slightly so he can look at her slightly sideways.]

This wasn't my choice. And you? You're full of shit. I can see right through that smile of yours.

[Is he going to tell her who he really is? Hell no. He's not nearly that stupid. No, instead he takes a step back, trying to circle around her so he can get closer to what he assumes is the exit.]

I don't trust you nearly as far as I can throw you without powers.

[And Mob hasn't been training all that long.]

[overlies]

[ the worst of it is that she keeps smiling. nothing changes. not a tick or a twitch. she just keeps smiling, with unblinking eyes that seer straight into him. she doesn't react like humans should. no bite, no bark (after all, she's just seeing some yipping). his threat means nothing. his anger means nothing. this mystery person even reminds her of a very scruffy old man that smells like wet dog. she had no interest or energy to waste trying to control kishibe. he was absolutely useless to her. and for now, so is this little runt.

he could go. she won't follow. physically. alas, mob's body will always be linked to makima. jun might still even get the feeling that he can't get away from her no matter how far he treks. the feeling will always hang around. those full of shit eyes and that full of shit smile. ]