ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪᴛ, ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪᴛ [ᴄʟᴏᴘᴇɴ]

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Who: Yoshizawa Sumire & OPEN! One closed prompt.
What: Catch-all for March!
When: Anytime in March. :>
Where: Trench! Closed prompt specifically in the Catacombs.

Content Warnings: We see dead people. Will add content warnings as necessary!



ᴊᴜᴍᴀɴᴊɪ ᴄʜᴀʟʟᴇɴɢᴇ: ʀᴜsʜɪɴɢ ʀɪᴠᴇʀs; [ᴀ] ᴏᴘᴇɴ


[Trench had taught Sumire time and time again that she really didn't like the water, here.]

[She was sharp enough to have heard the water coming, but hadn't had nearly enough time to do much of anything about it. If you happened to be near her when it crashed around the corner, she may have grabbed hold of you. Athletic as she is, swimming isn't her strong suit, but she may stand a better chance than some of having the stamina to swim to a space where drowning is less immediate of a concern. Or maybe she's grabbed onto you, and now she's the one struggling? She's pretty small, after all, anyone much bigger she might have a hard time pulling to safety.]


[ʙ] ᴏᴘᴇɴ


[She's marooned herself on the somewhat flat expanse of a very large rock, and frequently moves toward the edge of it if she sees anything even remotely alive or person-shaped. Are you struggling to get out of the rapids? She's reaching out to you.] Here-- grab my hand!


ᴘᴇʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ; ᴏᴘᴇɴ


[This game has done a lot of weird and kind of unpleasant things, so rolling her dice had Sumire flinching as she dropped them. She opens her eyes to the roll and tilts her head slowly, only to pull a face. She waves a hand in front of her nose a minute, stops, sticks her tongue out, and does it again. She does this a few times before she finally sneezes approximately like a kitten, and... promptly somewhat becomes one. The ears and tail are that of a Cougar's, and her pupils shrink into narrow slits, all at once her instincts becoming sharper. She settles into a crouch at first as fur slowly grows in on her extremities, thickest at the ends of her fingers (and toes, though she's still wearing her shoes for now), and her tail lashes against the earth.] ...this isn't the first time I've had cat ears here, but this definitely feels different.


ᴄᴀᴛᴀᴄᴏᴍʙs; ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ


[She didn't drink coffee like the other two members of the household, though she'd sometimes let Akira pour her a short cup if he was making something specific. Too much caffeine wasn't good for an athlete's body, she'd say, but it really never took much convincing because she liked the flavor, and she liked watching him make it, and it was a good communal activity for the three of them. Simple, comforting, didn't require discussion of anything, be it home or the laundry list of things that happened in Trench.]

[She tried not to think about those things too much, despite wondering when that was inevitably going to have to change.]

[Regardless, she could hear their voices as she moved into the kitchen to refill the water bottle she carried just about everywhere with her.] Morning, [She was about two steps from the sink, reaching out with the water bottle, and the ground gave way under her. She sank forward just a bit at first, enough to lean back on her steadier foot and look down, but the moment she saw the kitchen floor crumbling inward it pulled, and if she managed to grab Akechi or Akira's sleeve in reaching back toward them, well, rest in pieces, boys.]


ᴄᴀᴛᴀᴄᴏᴍʙs; ᴏᴘᴇɴ


[It wasn't difficult to get lost, down here. She'd come down with her housemates, but through some series of events she's gotten separated from them. Despite this, and despite the girl who looks uncannily like her, save for the birth mark, brown hair as opposed to crimson, and the heavily bleeding headwound, she seems relatively unbothered. In fact, she (and the corpse of her dead twin sister) will move toward anyone she sees within the Catacombs nearly immediately, sliding the rucksack off her shoulders to open it.] Oh! Hi, are you okay? I've got some extra water in here, if you need any.

ᴡɪʟᴅᴄᴀʀᴅ; ᴏᴘᴇɴ


[This post is kinda limited! If you have ideas or want Sumire anywhere, feel free to holler, you can bug me on discord at ghosthotel#0287, or PM this journal! I have company this week and work really bizarre hours so I might be slow, but I promise I'll get to you! That said-- I'm open to just about anything, so also don't be afraid to just throw me something random! Here is Sumire's permissions post, for anyone worried about what is and isn't okay to tag with! :> I'm also open to anything outside the scope of the event if that works better for you!]

Comments

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[ Akechi is closest to Sumire, and he's the one she grabs hold of before she goes plummeting through the earth. Not that it makes a ton of difference; he was going to get yanked along for the ride either way.

The point is that when it all ends he's sprawled on the stone floor, staring up at a huge torch-eyed goat statue, and furious enough that he doesn't stop himself from blurting out the very first words to come to mind. ]

I hate this fucking city.

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[She's a little proud of herself for not screaming.]

[She lands a bit in between the coffee-roll of Akira and the sprawl of Akechi, hand still in a vice-grip on Akechi's sleeve even after she's realized the ache of landing squarely on her ass. She doesn't say anything for a long moment, looking over each of them and then the area, pulling her legs closer to her body one at a time to get them under her in a crouch.]

I'd say I hope I didn't drag you both down here, but something tells me we'd have all ended up here anyway.

[stealhearted]

It's cool. At least it waited until I had coffee.

You think we'll have to fix the floor? [ If Akira gazes up, he can't see the kitchen at all anymore... he's pretty sure there's actually just a cave ceiling now. It probably reformed the same way the floor deformed to begin with, but he can't prove it, technically.

More pressing: it's pretty dark, actually. ]

... think there'll be some conveniently placed torches for us to steal?

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[ God, Akechi wants coffee - or at least, he wants Akira to not have coffee if he can't. He wants to stand up and storm over and slap the stupid cup right out of his stupid hand and look at the stupid expression that crosses his stupid face.

Akechi realizes he's seething. He draws in a slow breath and pushes himself upright. The question of torches prompts him to glance around. He doesn't see anything so convenient, but... ]

Check the alcoves. They're too conveniently placed to not be relevant.

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I can’t even see it anymore…, [In response to fixing the floor, that is. She hopes that means no, they don’t have to fix their kitchen floor, but they’ll figure that out as it happens. A beat later and she stands, wordlessly offering Akechi a hand and squinting at Akira’s coffee.] …senpai your priorities are a little skewed, I think. [She’s going to check on that hand, mister, don’t think she won’t.]

[In the meantime, though, she’s looking toward the alcoves, tilting her head and squinting.] …it looks like lockers. Are we under Trench?

[stealhearted]

I'm less functional without coffee. [ This is a lie: Akira is a morning person, because Akira goes to bed on time every night and wakes up fully rested, because Akira is an infuriating person who is used to having an enforced bedtime from a cat. ]

I can probably climb that. [ Maybe. There's a beat, and then: ]

...was anyone armed for morning coffee? [ Akira's contemplating the merits of just installing weapon racks within reach of everywhere in the house at this point. ]

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[ Akechi accepts the hand up, and even murmurs a thank you to Yoshizawa as he does. The question about their location gets a thoughtful hum from him, and then: ]

There's supposedly catacombs under Trench. Perhaps we were deposited there.

[ As for being armed, Akechi simply pats his jacket, over his ribs. ]

I have my gun and my Persona, but I don't think my sword made it through.

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[She knows better, but allows Akira to maintain the coffee thing as part of his personality, seeing as it harms literally no one. She nods to Akechi's thanks and turns a sharp grimace back to Akira at the suggestion he climb the vegetation leading to the ceiling, shaking her head slowly. Please Do Not, Senpai.]

[She mouths the word catacombs with a frown while she places the meaning of the word, and then promptly does a startled 360° spin, nearly smacking Akechi with her ponytail.] Catacombs? Why are there catacombs under our kitchen...?

[She really, really wishes she could be surprised that Akechi wore a gun to the kitchen for coffee, but in this case his bizarrely constant state of "prepared to murder" comes in handy. She stoops into a crouch and pulls on what looks like an anklet-- except it's a whole length of ribbon longer than she is tall.] Not really a weapon, but I always wear ribbons to work..., [She pulls it taut, testing its strength.] It could probably hold someone if they weren't super strong.

[stealhearted]

Catacombs means... zombies, probably? No good tying those up. [ But Akira does have his knife, which he shuffles out of -- god only knows where, honestly. He usually has it on him even at the best of times, these days, so it's not really surprising as he sets the coffee cup down and uses the knife as a very sharp fidget spinner instead. ]

... wish I'd been wearing shoes, though.

[ Akira makes a snap decision and just pulls his socks off. He'll have a better grip on things barefoot, at this point.

He is clearly still considering climbing as he wanders over to gauge the distance of the alcoves. ]

attempts to resuscitate this thread

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Zombies..., [She's grimacing about zombies, and then looking a little stunned by the fact that both of them had actual sincere weaponry on them in the kitchen to get coffee. Preparation is key, but this seems excessive...]

[She looks down to her own bare feet when Akira mentions shoes, and tilts her head.] Well, depending on the terrain, barefoot may be better, anyway.

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If there are catacombs they likely cover a significant portion of the city - and our home isn't far from the canals.

[ Of course their could be Trench's magic bullshit at play again, as well - nothing would surprise him, at this point. But there's not much sense in addressing that. What he will address is: ]

You wouldn't be in this position if you got dressed before breakfast.

[ He's mostly addressing Akira when he says this, though Sumire does earn herself a more mildly reproaching look. ]

... I'll lead the way. Don't climb on anything.

[stealhearted]

Why would I get dressed before breakfast? [ Akira looks genuinely bewildered by the concept. Like, he's got on pants AND a shirt, which is more than he's had on for entire conversations before.

But the debate about whether you should get dressed before or after breakfast isn't as important as Akira offering Akechi a grin. ]

Lead the way, navigator. [ It's actually reassuring to have Akechi's exasperated voice helping them through things. ]

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[She should be glad Akechi is less disappointed in her than he is in Akira, but they're both in similar states of barefoot, and she just wiggles her toes while frowning at them idly and decides to not try and decipher any underlying meaning in it.]

[She can't help the slight smile that pulls her expression, though she tries to not look actively excited-- the situation isn't exciting in the least, but... She takes two steps closer to Akira, grinning very briefly up at him.] It's almost like Maruki-sensei's Palace again. [Listen, she likes spending time with them, and Akira has killed God? So she isn't particularly worried. At least she's not calling Akechi ruthless this time.]

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[ Akira's question doesn't get a response from Akechi, just an aloof and borderline contemptuous expression. He knows the answer to his question.

In any case, Sumire is right that this whole situation is kind of nostalgic. Just the three of them, wading into the unknown with only themselves and each other to count on. Hopefully, it goes more pleasantly than it did the last time.

Though it probably won't. ]

If that's the case you had better hope you can still call on your Persona. We'll be in trouble without them.

hey guess who never got a notif for this because her paid expired?

[stealhearted]

I still have Arsene, at least. [ He hasn't tried to call on him overly much, but he's still there -- but 'just Arsene' is still strange for Akira when he's so used to being able to call on a dozen different persona at any given moment. He hasn't seen the Velvet Room at all since he arrived, but that's not really that weird (though he's still a little worried about Lavenza). ]

Huh. I should probably start carrying a gun. [ His knife is great and all, but it's not like Akira's persona specializes in knife skills. ]