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TEST DRIVE # 17
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Courtly Cadavers
Several dead bodies have very suddenly returned to life. Not only that, but they seem to be possessed by very courteous and polite spirits. So there are reports of half-rotten beings bowing down to young ladies and kissing their hands or holding open doors for other passersby. It's really nice, sure, but also really disturbing.
In the middle of the night, there is a spirit that keeps turning off all of the street lamps. Fortunately, there aren't many cars on the roads at this time. Unfortunately, the spirit is also putting out all of the cars' headlights as well. And no cell phone lights or flashlights work during that time either and it's starting to cause a lot of accidents.
There are eight blocks in downtown Tokyo that have taken to repeating endlessly. As you reach the end of the eight block, you find yourself stepping onto the first block again. No amount of turning or redirecting yourself will allow you to leave the eight blocks - until you stop by a cafe with a couple of bunny girls out front and make a purchase, that is.
Many in Tokyo want nothing more than to be on the cutting edge of technology! And there are some wealthy people who want to be even further ahead than everyone else. That's why they've sent out a general call for new types of technology to be brought to them. And if what you bring is impressive enough, you might get yourself a nice reward~
Several farms on the outskirts of the city have reported a very sudden and tremendous growth in their goats. That's right, there are two-story tall goats hanging out with the other farm animals. Other than being very large, they seem mostly the same. But since goats will eat anything, well... Let's just say a couple of farmers are going to need new barns soon.
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Nagito Komaeda | Dangan Ronpa | God
[Komaeda supposes he'd find this a little weirder, people coming back from the dead and all, if that wasn't essentially something that's already happened to him just for him to be here. After all, if he died and is now alive (in a sense) here, as with all the other gods and shinki, it seems kind of silly to be arbitrarily afraid of zombies.
He's not even sure what the big difference is between them and the zombies, really, though clearly there is one. He hasn't met any obvious rotting corpses as gods or shinki. He supposes the decomposition and clearly different nature of the zombies might at least have the potential to be intimidating, though, if they weren't acting so polite. It's hard to be scared of a monster that's courteously holding doors for you, or lifting a dilapidated hat as you pass.
If Komaeda is anything, he's curious and confused.]
I'm really not sure if this qualifies as good or bad luck...is it both at once...?
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[The biggest problem with being a god of fortune, while having such polarized luck himself, is that the luck Komaeda creates can come into conflict with the luck that he causes, good or bad. He has influence over the fortunes of others, but his own remains not just outside his reach, but as potent as anything his godly abilities can conjure. Which means that around him, any good fortune he tries to create, his own inherent bad luck promptly attempts to crush. The end result is that wherever he is, with anything that immediately or will eventually affect him...he can't create anything but a perpetual draw. Good luck and bad, constantly at war, never winning.
The upshot is that for every crash he tries to prevent, another one happens. And Komaeda knows that. So he's borderline panicking as he tries to distance himself from the wicked spirit and its street of influence, because god though he may be, he can't counter the effect it's having up close. He has to be far enough away that his bad luck won't kick in.]
Out of my way, please! I have to get out of here before I cause any more accidents!
Giant Goats
[Honestly...Komaeda doesn't really know what to make of this one. He's simply staring at one of the massive goats, head cocked, a thoughtful look on his face.]
It's bad luck for whoever owned that barn, I suppose... [He's talking to himself, hardly paying attention to whether anyone is near enough to hear him.] I wonder how it happened, though? I've heard of my luck making fantastically improbable things happen, but this just seems impossible.
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[Any prompt of your own devising is fine!]
Dark Deeds
And no doubt he would see it as a sign that they were together. And she's not so sure he's wrong this time.
Just as he tries to run away, she hooks her red-painted claws in the fabric of his hoodie and yanks. She's not surprised when his slight weight even comes her way. Nope, not at all.]
But you're going to miss all of the fun. I'm sure there are a few vending machines still standing.
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Komaeda doesn't really remember Junko's voice. He may be a god, but his memories of Junko Enoshima were erased prior to his death. He knows of her, thanks to the file Monokuma gave him, but it's not like the Future Foundation had included a voice clip in the file.
But when he's grabbed, and he hears that voice...his body reacts. It's like lightning down his spine, a feeling that doesn't seem to be either disgust or ecstasy but something weirdly both. And when he turns to look at her - well, he recognizes her face from the file, at least, and that explains the reaction he's having.
The Ultimate Despair. She's standing right in front of him. It occurs to him, briefly, that she's supposed to be dead...but he realizes quite quickly that, then again, so is he.
He smiles at her. He's honestly not sure how he feels - if he wants to stab her, or if he's outright breathless to be in her presence. Eventually, he decides it's both; they needn't be mutually exclusive feelings.
There's a quiet, viciously pleased feeling looking at her, however. With his death, he'd sown the seeds of destruction for the remnants of Ultimate Despair. It's true, he doesn't know how it all went off...and he has enough lingering respect for Chiaki and Hajime to think that they might actually pull his friends through. (Does he want that or not? Ultimate Despair as a whole is a source of conflicting feelings.) But there's every chance that he succeeded...and that he brought an end to Ultimate Despair. That he is, in fact, the Ultimate Hope, confronting his counterpart.
That's a giddy little thought. Not one he can take complete confidence in, but enough to not feel at a complete disadvantage.
His concern for the people around him has been completely overwhelmed by this new development. There's way too much to deal with here for him to split his attention that much.]
I didn't expect to see you here, Junko. To think that someone like me could end up in the same afterlife as someone like you... [He readjusts the neck of his hoodie where she'd tugged on it.] Vending machines don't interest me that much, though...I always wind up with too many snacks or drinks.
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A small, satisfied smile crosses her lips. Of course he thinks he's won. But she's smarter than him. Smarter than Hinata/Kamakura. Smarter than Munakata. Smarter than Naegi, dammit. The Despair-filled wasteland they called home was proof of that. Nothing would change her rise to the top, not even her death at her own hands.
She takes her left hand, the one not holding onto his hoodie, and places it on his arm in an intimate, purposeful gesture. To anyone else, it might seem that they're lovers that've been reunited. And, in a way, it's true. She loves and hates him as much as he does her, but not to the same extent.]
Where else would we both wind up, Komaeda-senpai? After everything we've done, there's no way we'd be parted, now is there?
And I despair at the thought of all the waste that would come with you getting seven coffees again. Perhaps if Souda-senpai were here, we could share some of your bounty with him too.
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Is he trying to raise the stakes in whatever back-and-forth game they've immediately launched into, or is he just showing off his devotion to her, fawning over her without the need for words? Komaeda himself has no idea. Again, it might be both.
Whatever he feels about Junko, there's no denying he's excited - whether it's from ultimate love, ultimate hate, or even just ultimate anticipation. Hope has beaten despair at least once, his (her) hand is proof of that, so Junko's not as complete in her Ultimate status as she'd like to think...but in one area she remains absolutely unsurpassed. Junko is the Ultimate Catalyst. She's almost similar to Komaeda, if people such as them could possibly be compared; when Junko is around, whether it's good or bad, something dramatic is guaranteed to happen.]
We were parted once, though...I just hadn't expected it to be temporary. I might have saved myself some painful surgery if I'd known I'd see you in the flesh again someday! [His laugh is entirely too cheerful for the subject matter, but that's Komaeda all over.]
And who knows, maybe Souda and the others will show up. [This smile is rather more unhinged. As far as Komaeda knows, Junko has no idea about the events on Jabberwock Island - not the actual Junko, anyway. It's enough to give even him a touch of an air even when faced with such an overwhelming Ultimate student.
Of course, Komaeda having that kind of hope and confidence just gives Junko something shiny to crush.]
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He's never boring. Never predictable. Well, under certain circumstances he is. Every move he makes in the game between them are incredibly obvious, but that doesn't mean she doesn't enjoy them. In fact, he's the only one outside of Matsuda and Muruko and that bitch Chiaki that's gotten the same sort of mixture of love and hatred that she's capable of having. Her classmates, well, she loved them too, but on a much smaller level than those four.
And Kamakura, well... for Izuru, it was amazement, but never love and he never could inspire hate either.
She twines their left hands, her left hands, together and leans over to put her head on his shoulder.]
Your devotion to me is so wonderful to see again, Komaeda-senpai. [She doesn't even mind his creepy laugh. She has her own.] It's nice to know that I was missed this much.
I wonder if the others will show as much as you have.
[Komaeda doesn't know that she and Kamakura had contingencies for the contingencies for the contingencies. She's planned everything out to the last molecule, and she knows about Jabberwock. In fact, she wants it. Because that means she'll be with her senpai forever. They'll always carry a part of her with them. Always and forever.
She drags the nails of her right hand down his face, leaving red tracks down the soft skin.]
But you, Nagito, you're my favorite.
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[Although thinking of Mikan right now...he kind of wishes he hadn't. Knowing what he knows about himself, about Ultimate Despair, about what Mikan was when she'd said the words, puts it all in context and lays bare the motives...but the words still echo in his head, even if he knows their agenda. You don't understand? Is it because you don't have anyone to love? Is it because you're also someone who isn't accepted by anyone?
Mikan knew. She had her memories - of Junko, of their all being Ultimate Despair together, of Komaeda's psychological weaknesses and his distance from their classmates. She knew that he'd been Ultimate Despair once, and could become so again. Maybe she hadn't had Junko's crushing, persuasive despair to back her words, but she'd still been trying to remind him of his own despair - and play off of his desire to be accepted and valued the way Mikan apparently was by her beloved.
Knowing all that, though...it's perfectly obvious to Komaeda, now, who Mikan's beloved was. And what Junko is doing now - it's far more sophisticated and persuasive than Mikan's tactics, but it's to the exact same end. You're my favorite. Junko accepts him, likes him, actually favors trash such as himself. If she doesn't know about Jabberwock Island, then she accepts him even though he's never done anything worthwhile, even though he's a walking disaster in every possible sense. If she does know - because already the doubt is creeping in, the doubt that he could possibly have any position of superiority over her - then she accepts him even though he's attempted to undo her work and kill her followers.
Oh, yes, Mikan's obsession makes so much sense when one mentally slots Junko into the picture.
Still, Komaeda knows what he's dealing with right now. He remembers his disgust, his hatred for the very idea of Ultimate Despair, for everyone who'd call themselves that. That feeling hasn't actually gone anywhere, even if it's having a hard time reconciling himself with his excitement at such a magnificent Ultimate skill, combined with being acknowledged favorably by them. But that doesn't mean he wants to be Ultimate Despair again. He doesn't want to be part of them. He doesn't remember precisely what turned him into Ultimate Despair the first time - he'd read the details, certainly, but reading isn't the same as experiencing, and his real memories haven't returned. So he's not Ultimate Despair as he stands now, and he wants to keep it that way.
He can imagine some of his logic for it, however. He is, after all, still himself. He knows that nothing but the Ultimate Despair could create the Ultimate Hope, and being able to see that hope would be enough to justify his entire worthless existence. If he could help create it, that would be even more incredible; he'd happily give his life for that. Helping Ultimate Despair could be interpreted as contributing to the rise of Ultimate Hope...which is a decently compelling argument, even now. But Komaeda's still not sure why he'd joined - so long as Ultimate Despair exists, they'd bring about Ultimate Hope on their own. He doesn't need to contribute - in fact, he's not even sure why his contributions would be valued or necessary.
All he can assume is that he'd just been...that full of despair himself. That he'd been that achingly, hopelessly desperate to give meaning to his existence by helping to bring about the Ultimate Hope that would rise to destroy them all. Chiaki's death had apparently been the push he'd needed to give in to that. And it's not too hard to imagine that for himself. How much different is it, really, from his suicide in the name of trying to eliminate the members of Ultimate Despair? Had that been hope, or had it been despair? Especially considering he's still not sure if he wants his plan to have succeeded, or for his friends to have foiled it?
It's beginning to dawn on Komaeda, dimly, just how little persuasion he'd need to give into despair, even if it was in the name of pursuing hope. He's honestly not sure where the line between aiding despair and chasing hope is anymore, or what side of it he's standing on.
What an overwhelming talent Ultimate Despair is. Junko's ripping his mind apart from the inside out and he's fully aware that she's barely even trying. There's a feverish quality to Komaeda's smile as he looks down at her.]
I don't remember anything, either. The things I know, I only know because of the Future Foundation file Monokuma gave me. I don't actually have the memories, though.
[Komaeda toys with the possibility of killing Junko. It would be nice to imagine that killing her would resolve the conflict in him. But he's not quite that delusional. And, besides that, she's obviously a god like he is. Even if they were both human, he's weak and sickly and worthless, hardly someone who could successfully kill an Ultimate whose skills are as all-encompassing as Junko's. An Ultimate who's also a goddess...he couldn't even if he wanted to. And it wouldn't help anything.
Honestly, if someone like him could kill someone like Junko...that couldn't even be called Ultimate Hope. He'd just catch her Ultimate Despair from her, at having destroyed something so incredible as someone so unworthy.
He idly wonders just how much of the chaos inside his head Junko can see, and how much she's enjoying the view. His (her? It's confusing) hand squeezes hers back, and he's not sure if he consciously dictated that or if her hand attached to his arm is just happy to be reunited with its proper owner.]
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[As if being brought into the fold of Ultimate Despair needed to be fixed. She stole the technology from Matsuda and Mitarai worked beautifully for how she planned and needed them. It was a work of art. Despairingly so. The fact that it was used against her beloved senpai was something she saw coming from ten steps ahead.
It's why she had her virus in place. It's why she turned Yukizome-sensei. It's why she had Monoka and her little discarded Warriors. It's why she had all these plans. And if Nagito is here telling her that they worked, to a point, her despair is complete.
And it feels her with more Despair.
She laughs, high and menacing, squeezing her joined hands and placing her hand around his slender throat. She doesn't need to know that he thinks that his Hope will win. Everything is Despair. Despair is everything. She will always win. He's just too damn stupid to get it.
Even in death, even in defeat, even if Naegi and his cronies and Munakata and his cronies... even if it all goes how she thinks it will, how she's sure it will, she still wins.
Her laugh turns into a familiar, high pitched voice that she knows he'll recognize.]
You don't need them, Komaeda. You've got me.
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[But this is interesting, because now Komaeda has a fixed point in his understanding of what Junko knows and doesn't know. She's correctly predicted what Naegi did, according to the file - but it's no more than that. A prediction. A guess. However accurate a guess it is, however clear it is that she saw ten moves ahead of even her own death...the fact is that she doesn't know. She doesn't know, and Komaeda does.
There's a certain arch satisfaction to be taken in that.
Before he can take too much breathless pleasure in feeling superior to such an Ultimate, of course, her slim hand is on his throat, nails scratching his skin. The word for the gesture that should come to mind first is 'threatening', so why do Komaeda's thoughts first supply the word 'intimate'? No; perhaps 'divine'. Divine in the sense of something so awe-inspiring, so breathtakingly beyond human comprehension, that it could strike a man dead. Not all that is divine is necessarily good.
And Junko's a goddess. It doesn't even occur to Komaeda to bother wondering what of. What else would she be a goddess of?
That sweet promise, that offer for the acceptance he craves from someone so incredible, is far too tempting given everything he knows on an intellectual level. But any amount of weight, they say, can be shifted if a lever is inserted in the right place. He's beginning to realize, in his feeble attempts at resistance, just how vulnerable he actually is to despair, that he can know so much and hate so much and still, somehow, want to fall to his knees before her.
But an attempt is made. A rather desperate and clumsy attempt, he feels it as such before he even gets the words out, but anything to jam her gears and stop her momentum before she rolls right over him.]
They're dead. I killed all the ones left alive.
[He doesn't know this for sure, and he doubts he was able to hide all his tells to that effect - well enough to pass for a normal person, but to fool someone like Junko? Borderline impossible. But it could be true, and he tries to hold onto that. He's still not sure whether or not he wants all his friends to be dead, Ultimate Despair notwithstanding...but believing he could have ended them, that he may very well have, is important. An act of open resistance against Ultimate Despair, his choosing - his having the strength - to turn his back on Junko, on his friends, on anything and everything wearing the aspect of despair. It's a battle cry against Junko, and a reminder to him of his resolve. Hope is much more important than trash like him, or any selfish desires for affirmation that trash might have.]
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Who do you think gave Naegi the idea to erase memories in the first place? [Her eyes take on a maniac shine and her hand on his throat tightens as her smile turns to almost orgasmic levels of pleasure tinged with the darkest, deepest vestiges of despair.] He hasn't had an original idea since the day he decided to leave his mother's womb.
[As her pleasure rises at the thought of her plans coming together on her world, her powers leak and spill over onto anyone sick enough to still be around the little spectacle that she and Komaeda make. So, anyone angry already? Ten times, a hundred times so. Anyone excited? Nearly manically so. Anyone happy? Laughing uncontrollably.]
Thank you, Nagito. Thank you. [She leans up and kisses him full on the lips as she strangles him.
They're dead and now they're hers forever. Forever.
They are her.]
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He doesn't know what it means. He's not sure anyone but Junko could possibly tell. She might be delighted because something's gone right for her, or she might be delighted because something's gone horrifically wrong with her and she loves the despair that brings. They're both equally likely possibilities, he feels; he knows all about greeting horrific events with cheer, if not outright excitement and anticipation.
That said, while he doesn't know which it is...a shudder runs through his entire body. It's a feeling so overwhelming that it can't even be defined as something as one-faceted as pleasure or fear. It's raw sensation itself, running along his spine, similar to what he'd felt when he'd first heard Junko's voice.
But whatever his spine is doing, his gut is having a reaction of its own. A sinking feeling. A bad feeling. Something's wrong. He doesn't know what it is yet, but...he has a sense for his luck, the tides of fate that have dictated his whole life. And right now, that intuition is telling him that even if he doesn't know how yet...his luck has backfired hideously on him, and the consequences are hurtling toward him.
Compared to that, Junko's grip on his throat barely even registers. Sure, it's getting hard to breathe and even harder to speak, but why would he care about that?
He almost asks if she wanted them to kill each other, but then pauses. Of course she did. She arranged the original killing game, and the source of Monokuma in the Neo World Program was easy to trace through the blatant similarities to it, so she was responsible for that, too. But only now, being thanked by her, does it occur to him to think beyond his kneejerk revulsion and self-loathing of their roles as Ultimate Despair.
That Junko wouldn't want them dead because they were Ultimate Despair isn't even a complication, nor does Komaeda consider it one for any length of time. Everything he's read about Ultimate Despair had told him not to expect any kind of coherent logic, compassion, or even any sense of self-preservation from them. But in the original killing incident, she'd gone to such lengths because the murders were meant to serve a greater purpose. She was broadcasting them to the world, to spread her despair more completely. Every death...had been for the purposes of creating further despair for the world to be drowned in.
His eyes widen slightly as he stares past her, over her.
Even if the people he'd tried to kill had been Ultimate Despair...if Junko served some despair-filled agenda with their deaths, would the destruction of despair still be synonymous with the creation of hope?]
...what was your goal for the killing game on the island? [His voice is hoarse for more reasons than just his throat being compressed. Junko will see that he's already starting to put the clues together. Komaeda's actually exceedingly intelligent, and quick to put together complex scenarios from relatively few clues - but he has a number of blind spots. Primary among them are self-esteem, hope, and despair. Junko's ensured that he fell victim to all three at once, catastrophically.
Komaeda's smart, but he's not on Junko's level. But then, few people are, and no amount of aspirations on Komaeda's part can take him that far. Especially when his weaknesses lie so easily within reach inside Junko's wheelhouse.]
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[It's something short of a miracle- or maybe Komaeda's influence on luck- that keeps nearby glass from shattering at how high Garry's voice goes. Despite that he's taller, a grown man, and some sort of holy vessel designed to kill monsters (or something?? He might still be in the adjustment period), he's still cowering behind his god, clinging to his hoodie. If things were more outright dangerous- not just very gross and horrifying- maybe he'd be able to summon up some of his buried bravery...]
[...but for right now, he's just quaking in his boots. Oh god oh god oh god no don't look this way- UGH ITS FACE IS ROTTING, UGH UGH UGH- ]
What are we going to do about these!?
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[Back home, Komaeda might have kept his guesses within the realm of possibility. In the Far Shore, though...well, technically he still is. It's just that the realm of possibility has expanded quite a lot.]
If it's good luck, though...then something even worse might be coming. But in either case, it'd be silly to get worked up over this, wouldn't it?
[He turns his head to smile at Garry.] But anyway, do we actually need to do something about them? They're not really hurting anyone. [A pause.] Although I'll admit, they're not very pretty look at. And the smell...
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[For a second, Garry can't say anything. In fact, he almost seems to outright lose his voice, mouth open but no sound coming out as he gestures jerkily to the nearest corpse. A couple of stiff arm gestures later, and he presses his fist to his mouth.]
[Sometimes, being Komaeda's shinki is very stressful. You wouldn't think it, because he looks so often relaxed or at least normal, but no. It's very stressful.]
[Finally, after a second, Garry nudges his fist down more to his chin than mouth so that he can speak.]
Komaeda. They're corpses.
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[A thought seems to occur to him, and he brightens.] Ah - are you just scared of zombies? I guess if you've watched enough horror movies, that's understandable. But they don't seem to be dangerous, so you don't have to worry. [He laughs.] Besides, if they did try to attack us, it'd hardly take any luck at all to make all their limbs fall off.
[Garry deserves a wage, just so he can be given a raise.]
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That'd be even more disgusting- they're already rotting and falling apart as it is! [Wait, no- he shakes his head.] But I mean- we're not rotting like they are, are we?
[Trust him, he did a check on himself and everything. He'd know if he was rotting.]
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In any case, are you saying that you're more bothered by them being disgusting than anything? That's not quite the same thing as being afraid...but it might be harder to do something about.
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[But he keeps getting sidetracked here.... Slumping and looking as tired as the shadows under his eyes would suggest- apparently he's burned through his reserves of horror- Garry presses a hand against his head.]
But if they're rotting, isn't that- That can't be healthy to keep around, can it?
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I don't suppose they can be reasoned with? All the ways I can think of to force them to go away would be pretty messy.
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[But that's for later as he follows Komaeda's gaze again, still shuddering at the sight of the corpses.]
Well, if they're being so polite.... Maybe it might actually work?
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I'm not sure they're going to actually understand us. But I suppose there's only one way to find out, right?
[And with that, Komaeda is striding away from Garry, straight toward the nearest zombie. Garry would land a god who's suicidally unconcerned for his own safety. And no matter how often luck bears out Komaeda's confidence, well...it's still probably no easier on Garry's blood pressure. If shinki even have that.]
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[Being near a rotting corpse is the last place Garry wants to be, and yet he doesn't hesitate even slightly as he hurries after Komaeda. Sure, he's digging his fingers into his shirt and practically merging into Komaeda's back, but he's still coming along.]
[Really, his god doesn't seem like a bad person, just.... out of touch with reality. It feels like he needs to watch over him to make sure he's alright, and Garry isn't sure if that's some sort of shinki thing or just him as a person.]
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So he's not trying to give him a heart attack a shinki can't possibly have. Komaeda's just practical enough to know that Garry is too easily frightened to let that hold either of them back. He needs the occasional push to do what needs to be done, and is usually the better for receiving such nudges.
Besides, how will he ever stop being scared if they don't at least attempt to deal with these zombies?
He stops directly in front of one of the zombies, giving it a smile and a friendly wave of greeting.] Hello! I'm sure it must be disorienting to suddenly be out of the grave and all, so I'm sure it's unintentional, but the fact that you're decomposing zombies is alarming people even with how courteous you all have been. Could I ask you and your friends to leave town for now? If you're trying to get accepted into society, I think you might need to go about it some other way.
[This is your god, Garry. For better or worse.
The zombie's response to Komaeda is to shuffle-turn to face him, and then, somewhat stiffly, take his hand. At which point the zombie bows, and - ]
...ah...kissing someone's hand works a little better when you actually have lips, you know. [Now even Komaeda looks faintly repulsed, but the feel of dead teeth being pressed against the back of his hand isn't pleasant at all.]
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[And.... His god is very much not scared, but instead of that being a reassurance, it makes Garry want to fuss more. Luck is a usually thought of as a good thing, but he's pretty sure it's more fickle- just like Komaeda is always talking about good and bad luck. His god seems so very confident in that luck of his.... Overconfident, Garry wants to say, although he knows that a god surely must be that way for a good reason. Or maybe even apathetic? He couldn't say for sure, only that he has to wonder how much value Komaeda places in his own life...]
[It makes him worry. Perhaps it's because he's dead that he values Komaeda's life more than he himself seems to. All Garry knows is that he wants to protect his god, keep him alive and well, and, in a way, their complete opposite approach to things like fear almost feels as if that's one of the ways of doing that. Maybe, together, they can find some sort of equal balance. Is that what it means to be a shinki and god partnership?]
[Who knows. All the Garry knows is that watching that lipless mouth kiss his god's hand is GROSS GROSS GROSS, and the horrified squeaky sound that comes out of him would be hilarious if not for the situation. Or maybe it's still hilarious. What might be a little more surprising is how his hand suddenly shoots out, firmly shoving the corpse's head away.]
[There is a disturbing cracking noise, and Garry makes a choked sound in the back of his throat.]
Why did it have to be corpses!?
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You know, I'm lucky to have such a thoughtful shinki. But are you sure you want to stay here, Garry? I don't believe they can be reasoned with after all, and that limits our options. If I'm going to intervene, I'm afraid it's only going to get uglier than it already is.
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