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 Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2014 7:04 pm
Wasn't she?
You and I have been through a lot, in the past. Riley began, her voice remaining very even, but also very cold. And it is for that reason alone that I accept your stubbornness when it comes to seeing me. But what you do not understand is that sometimes, it is for the best that the past is left there, where it can do no harm. Now, I have allowed you to come here, to sate whatever curiosity drives you. Ask your questions, but I promise no answers. And most importantly, you will leave, and tell no one I am here. And that is all that I ask of you, as favor for our past. Silence.
She turned to look at her wall. It was littered with markings, as if a sword had been taken to it and stabbed against it over and over. You ask me what happened while you were gone. I, too, have been gone, Junko. For almost as long as you have. And now we've both returned. Time changes things.
Time, and desire.
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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2014 7:12 pm
Junko frowned, her head shaking slowly. "Why are you acting like this? Why are you pushing me away? Why..." She looked around. What happened? "Where's Malodore? Those clothes. I know those clothes. But I can't remember whose...why? Whose clothes are those? Why are you wearing them? You lived in such luxury I made so many dresses for you what happened to them? What happened to you?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2014 10:16 pm
It almost made her laugh to see Junko more worried about her change in wardrobe, than her attitude. The ghoul had her priorities, and that had never changed. Her questions lightened the mood, but only just.
Malodore is in Amity. It never left. As for my attire, that's not really important, is it? Clothing is an element of expression. I am simply expressing something.
Tears, rips, feathers, blood, animal skins - it wasn't really a subtle expression.
I don't need to explain to you what happened. All that really matters is how divine your blood smells. It would probably smell more satisfying if I spilled it on the floor with this..
A very long, very pointy sword was gleaming, quite suddenly, right in front of Junko's face. The tip of it touched her nose playfully, and Riley winced with amusement. And it would look lovely against your pretty little dress.
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2014 9:11 am
What? Why was Riley talking like that? This wasn't her at all. It couldn't be. What happened to her?! "R-Riley, please." The sword struck terror in her, the blade gleaming right in her face. All of her hair move away from it even as Junko tried to back away from it. Riley knew she didn't like blades. Riley knew. Why was she doing this? "Please just talk to me. I'm your friend!" Someone had done something to her. Who?! Why?!
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2015 6:24 pm
I know you are, Junko. The blade remained pointed directly at her, but it lowered, brushing down the curve of her neck, and pausing at the hollow of it. I have not forgotten. You are sweet. You've helped me so many times. All I ask is that you help me again.
Her eyes couldn't pull away from the hollow of Junko's neck, where the tip of the sword turned, begging to be thrust.
You see, I have new needs. And they are not being met, here in this hovel. I need to cause pain. I need to feel blood gushing. I need to kill, Junko, and I don't want to kill just anyone. That would be so cold. So superficial. It would mean nothing. I'm asking you a favor, you see.
She lowered the sword another inch, and pricked at the collar of Junko's pretty dress. It's just death. It's not forever.
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2015 4:46 am
Junko still backed away from the blade, eyes wide and breath short and panicked. This wasn't Riley. This couldn't be Riley. Riley would never do this to her. She gazed warily up at the mindflayer's face, trying desperately to find something there to give her some kind of tell of...she wasn't sure. Distress? Pleading for help? That this wasn't really happening? The blade twitched and Junko's heart skipped as glowing green eyes turned down toward the blade. Blades. Blades are bad. Blades are very bad. "A-a favor?" She squeaked out. What. "What is wrong with you?!" Junko backed away, her hand searching blindly behind her for something. Anything. An object she could throw, or hit with, a door. "Did someone do this to you? Why are you doing this? This isn't you, Riley. Please stop."
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2015 5:06 pm
Why does it always have to be about someone else doing something to me? Riley's voice had risen, her temper getting the best of her. She stood off of the bed, and the blade followed, returning to point dead at Junko's neck even as she backed away. Couldn't it just be possible that this is the person I was always meant to be? Isn't it possible that I am in control of my own destiny, for once? Is it so hard to believe that you might, just might, have been friends with a monster?
She pulled the blade away from Junko's neck, but only so she could raise it up into the air. Her eyes widened, maddening with excitement and impatient need. Because that is exactly what you did.
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2015 4:29 pm
She didn't stop. Junko was in search of a door, an object, anything to either run away or defend herself with. "But it's not! You're a good person, Riley. Wonderful! Looked up to! Loved! What about Malodore? Does it know about this?" Her eyes widened as the blade raised in the air. "N-no, Riley. You're not a monster. I'm a monster. You're not--" Screw it. Junko quickly reached down to pull one of her heeled shoes off her feet, chucking it without warning aimed toward Riley's face and taking off to try and run away. There had to be a way out. There had to be..!
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2015 11:28 pm
Mentioning Malodore gave Junko exactly the time she needed to find her way to the door. Riley had stopped, and turned her head quizzically at the question. It knows. Of course it knows. Malodore and I are one. She found such fault in the mere question, that Junko's shoe smacked her right in the chest, and it was ignored. With her sword still held in the air, Riley watched Junko run out the door of her apartment, and away from her fate. She lowered the sword in disappointment, and then tilted it up to press the flat of the blade against her cheek, rubbing it fondly against her skin.
I'll see you soon, Junko. She murmured into thin air, a promise for another day.
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