15strangers | sorry for your loss

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*round 6

sorry for your loss

[When people are returned to the main floor, they will find a trail of cupcakes from the elevator to the dining room. There is a table of drinks, pills, and cupcakes and cakes from the automat.

And on the table, in the center, is this asshole, with a party horn in its mouth. Despite that, it talks into everyone's mind.]

As you strangers tend to have a tradition of parties after an execution, I took the liberty. The plates and cups are over there.

[. . .

be merry I guess]

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[ For what it's worth, it isn't anything personal. He didn't look at him not because he's mad at him, but his mind is just in a really bad place and he is trying to hold himself together at the moment.

Eventually he does look over his shoulder and what might come off as a shocker is that Karma's eyes don't hold as much of a spark to them as they might normally. Everything has kind of gotten to him and he is trying to deal with it the best he can.

It's so incredibly obvious in his age showing as he's just a sixteen year old who's lost his best friend and good friend in the span of the last two weeks. Dealing with emotions were not his strong suit here and it hurt like hell on the inside. ]

...If we do that... I'm concerned I might lose myself if I have a weapon in my hands.

[ He sounds so lost here, hands falling to his sides. This is a rare honesty he wouldn't share with most people. ]

[Osomatsu gets it. he lost his best friend, as well. that is why he wanted to check on him]

I understand.

[bad idea, then. maybe he'll think of something else]

We could just... go for a walk. Unless you wanna be alone.

[ A second lingers after the other's words and he briefly debates whether he should just go off his own. His chest feels like something's wrapped around it tightly and clutching it painfully, and maybe just because of who's here talking to him and their significance in his life? That's enough to influence him. ]

A walk is fine. I... don't mind that.

[ Karma's voice is quiet and he finally turns to him, trying to hold himself up but it's the equivalence of someone trying to keep something that's already breaking, from falling apart. Internally, he wants to scream until his voice goes hoarse, hit something and just make all this pain go away. ]

I... need a distraction.

I get it.

[he starts walking, keeping close. he wants to reach out and comfort Karma, pat him on the shoulder, or something. but he's also being careful]

You wanna talk about it? It's okay if you don't.

[ Keeping alongside Osomatsu as they started walking, his gaze was initially set in front of him for a moment or two before looking over at his friend almost wearily. He was so used to being tough, holding himself so strong as he usually did, laughing things off or making some offhand comment.

Experiencing real death via losing two people close to him could put a damper on how one held themselves, after all. He feels almost like if someone were to touch him, give him some kind of contact that he was going to just fall apart. ]

What's there to say? You saw what happened...

[ Maybe it's because it happens to be Osomatsu and nobody else, that he adds something on shortly after. Spoken more softly compared to his previous words. ]

I'm sick of losing the people close to me. It keeps happening and I can't stop it.

[Karma was preaching to the choir, here. Osomatsu was in a similar boat. he'd watched a lot of people he was close to put to death because of these "games." even if Cartesio wasn't part of these other ones, it was still the same, just longer, equally as tiring.

and yet, for some reason, Osomatsu had managed to survive that, and the "game" at the Mansion, too. it wasn't impossible. but that meant that he had to watch everyone he loved get hurt, or murdered. all while keeping positive and wearing a smile.

he wanted to tell Karma that it was okay, that they would get everyone back. but he didn't know if that was true. after all, the souls were being destroyed, weren't they? at least, that was what it looked like]

I don't... know if we'll be able to stop it. Stop these "games." But, if we were gonna try, we'd have to do it standing together. If we close off from each other, I dunno if we'd have a chance.

[ Images from the execution replayed through his mind over and over, as did the sound of Kurama crying out in such a way that it would be etched into his memory. He still remembers staring at Akira's unmoving, dead body and how it felt like he had been drenched in ice cold water.

He had been able to handle death in his original game because it wasn't people he had entirely strong attachments to, who had been dying. It was so much easier than looking at the bodies of people he'd grown closer to since that time, or rather... seeing one dead and one die before him a second time. ]

I... I know. We need to take IT down... and put a stop to these stupid games.

[ Karma inhaled a breath and this time, there was a very faint spark back to his eyes but it was barely there; like he was clinging to it. Trying to put himself together in some way. ]

I'm done with their shit... seeing people I get close to, get killed.

[Osomatsu's lips quirk upward, almost like he is trying to smile. but he doesn't. he's glad to see that spark in Karma's eyes]

Yeah. IT's gonna pay.

[whatever IT is]

Damn right it is. I don't care what IT is... or what form it takes.

[ Oh good so he can still feel something besides pain. Which would explain why there's definitely an edge of almost seething anger that seeps into his voice as he continued speaking. ]

If IT appeared before me now and I was able to? I would gladly drive my knife into it's heart, if it even has one. Several times, if possible. Maybe sever off a couple of it's limbs.

[ ~~Sorry Osomatsu.~~

There's a lot worse things he could say but at least this means it seems as if he isn't nearly dwelling on the pain that wants to suffocate him from the inside. This counts as something of a distraction, right? ]

[i mean. whatever Karma wants to say is fine. it's not like Osomatsu cares. he's just as angry, deep down. if IT is the one responsible for all their pain, then...]

I'd bash IT until it couldn't move anymore.

[yikes]

[ This was certainly a thing they were bonding over, surprisingly. In a way it just strangely endeared Osomatsu to him even more as a person. He even laughed a little, smile a little twisted without entirely realizing it. ]

We could always work together. You in your scythe form... I'm sure we could easily slice IT up nicely. Do a LOT of damage. How does that sound?

[ Somehow this was working to let him feel a lot less sad and more pissed off, so... a win? ]

[oh. that's right]

Yeah, we could do that, too! Our resonance is pretty strong. Plus, you're a fighter! It feels good to work with you. I know I'm in trained hands.

[this is no reason to get excited, Osomatsu]

[ He exhaled a soft breath and closed his eyes, remembering what he promised Kurama. No, he wouldn't be able to achieve that if he was still allowing himself to wallow in the hurt that wanted to suffocate him. If Akira had still been alive, he too would have probably gotten him to smarten up and stop acting this way.

They always had each other's backs. Just like it appeared Osomatsu had his in this moment, talking with him when everyone else had left him be. ]

You sure are. Any amateur can swing a weapon around and claim how to use it and only use it to half of it's potential, but in the right hands can make any person completely and utterly devastating. Which I intend to be if I have to face off against IT in the future.

[ A soft laugh sounded from him and he looked to the other with nothing twisted or upset on his face. Even if it was for just a moment. Holding out one hand towards Osomatsu. ]

...I guess you could say I trust you to have my back and be there when I need you to be.

[ To hell with that stupid part of his mind saying he couldn't 'trust anyone'. After what happened, he was done listening to that. ]

[Osomatsu looks surprised for a moment, but then... he takes Karma's hand, gripping it in a firm shake. it was pointless to run away from each other, he thinks. pointless, and lonely. Osomatsu doesn't want to be alone. he's not strong, but he can be useful! that's very important to him.

when he grins back at him, it's with determination]

You can definitely trust me. I'll do what I can to help you out.

[ The assured, confident way Osomatsu took his hand said much more than words ever would and only reinforced his choice to trust him. It felt almost like the time him and Akira had bonded as closely as they were today, and to him that was important.

Seeing that grin helped just as well and he nodded, giving the other's hand a firm squeeze while meeting his gaze. ]

Glad to hear it.

[ Then, after the barest of pauses: ]

Thanks, Osomatsu. Not just for coming after me now, but... proving you were the right person to put my trust in. You're a pretty good guy, you know that?

[a pretty good guy, he says. Osomatsu wants to argue with him. he won't, though. not right now. this was Karma's time. Osomatsu was trying to cheer him up!]

I just want us to get outta here. All of us. If doing that means I gotta chase you down and build you back up, then I'll do it.

[another firm squeeze, then Osomatsu's dropping his hand]

It's important we... try to keep our heads cool. Maybe we'll be better in the end, if we do that.

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