tenminutes: (Broken and a little psycho.)
Yuri "Yurippe" Nakamura ([personal profile] tenminutes) wrote in [community profile] afterlogs2014-06-20 12:00 am

Just a little breakdown...

WHO: Accelerator, Kohaku, anyone else who wants to show up?
WHAT: After everything just keeps piling up, Yuri is finally at her breaking point.
WHEN: June 20th, ~7am.
WHERE: Various, due to the Boogie Wonderland event, but starting in the living room of House A.
WARNINGS: Violence against NPCs, psychological breakdown, lack of sleep, shadows, cursing, potentially violence against human-y people too, screaming, potentially crying.

[ Yuri had found her way back to one of the rooms in the safe zone. It wasn't even hers, it was just the living room space of their house. She knew it was theirs because that was the couch that Hinata had slept on, it had a stupid knick in the fabric from when she'd been playing with her knife and accidentally got it. A bullet hole in the back from one of the times that the residents of their house had gotten a little too rough and loud. (One of the many times.) Things in the room were arranged just as they'd left them before things got.. strange.

It'd been days since Yuri'd found any place in the safe zone, and she didn't even know if it still worked because of the glitch. She hadn't actually eaten in days after the first time something went wrong with drinking something on the first day. Yuri sat down on the couch, her knees up to her chest and her gun in front of her. She'd been injured from coming out above some of the trees before, there was crusted blood on her leg where her thigh highs were torn but the injury had healed a while ago. She'd wasted a good number of her bullets fighting an oversized cat that decided she was lunch on her way back to the school area. Then the shadows.. She only had a couple of bullets left, at least until she got the spare box from under the couch cushions.

Somehow she'd even managed to not be able to find anyone real these past few days. Nothing felt real anymore. As she settled in on the couch she let her eyes fall half-shut. She wanted to sleep, even if she couldn't be sure that this 'safe area' was still safe. It felt safe, because it used to be Hinata's, but.. A pang hit her heart again. Honestly, she'd lost a lot of people, but she'd never lost them after they'd found out that she had feelings for them. She hadn't said it out loud, but it was impossible not to know, and after that he'd disappeared..

She wasn't sure if it was her fault, and she was sure that Hinata wouldn't want her to blame herself, but.. if this kept going on, she was going to lose everyone. She didn't even know if she had anyone left. She hadn't seen any, she was probably already alone.

This wasn't her fault, this was his fault. The Programmer's. Everything wrong here was his fault right now, except why she was here. Maybe he had something to do with the people who disappeared in weird circumstances too.

If he was hiding amongst the NPCs, then..

Yuri couldn't remember why she wasn't supposed to kill them. They weren't human. The Programmer was even less human than the NPCs. The NPCs were just shadows with masks on, really. The Programmer was just a human wearing the same mask as an NPC so he didn't get found amongst his monsters. They weren't human. They didn't have emotions, they couldn't hurt like this!

Yuri suddenly started laughing, gripping her gun tighter. If she went out feeling like this, she had no doubt that even the NPCs that hadn't turned yet would start showing their true faces. Her laughter grew, her voice cracking a little. ]


The Programmer can't turn into a shadow!

[ He'll be the only one to drop if she manages to kill him. Then she can make him feel what it's like to lose everything until he fixes it. Yuri wasn't sure she'd stop hurting him then, not after everything, but there was one thing she knew for sure.

That pesky speck of guilt she'd always felt about thinking of the possibility of burying him alive was gone.

Yuri stood up, trying to stop herself from laughing again. She didn't know how close the others were. Maybe they weren't close at all, or maybe they were in their rooms and could hear her and just couldn't get to her. It didn't matter anymore.

Another deep breath and her face went blank. She'd choke the breath out of every last one of them until she found him if she had to. When she reached the door, her hand hesitated, hovering over the doorknob. She didn't know where it'd take her, but she couldn't do this anymore. She'd watch the world burn before that. ]
onewayroad: (stuck between the do or die)

[personal profile] onewayroad 2014-06-23 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[He changes his footing slightly so he can react faster if need be.]

...Don't be stupid, Yuri. Do you have any idea how poorly thought out and logistically problematic that plan is? And aren't you the one who told me not to fuck with the NPCs? You sure did bitch about me tossing one into a tree once.

[One that landed up there without a scratch, he might add.]
onewayroad: (the light defining)

[personal profile] onewayroad 2014-06-23 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Maybe you should before you fuck yourself over.

[reaches out to grab her arm somewhere - upper arm, forearm, wrist, somewhere he can keep a firm grip so she doesn't go running off.]
onewayroad: (every cloud is grey)

[personal profile] onewayroad 2014-06-24 07:56 am (UTC)(link)
[he grips her arm firmly and tries to pull her away from the door, scowling as he spots her going for her gun. that just prompts him into pulling his out and holding it up. he doesn't directly aim for anywhere in particular, but he could shoot if he wanted to. he practically growls out his response in a rough tone.]

Since when? Who the fuck knows. But it's always been dangerous for anyone to get involved with me. They wind up injured, dead, kidnapped, targeted... and 99% of the time they're only there to use me. What makes you think I'd make it easy for anyone? If you're gonna bitch about this now, blame yourself for not being smart and giving up a long time ago.

[There's more to it, much more, but he's not particularly in the mood to bring those details up, or to ever reveal them.]

Now come back in here.
onewayroad: (your twentieth century boy)

[personal profile] onewayroad 2014-06-24 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[The sigh he lets out is heavy and ragged with irritation. Dragging her away from the door, he glances back toward the room they're in. Maybe if he gets her over by the couch and makes her sit down...]

Shut up, you're still being stupid about this. Whether you stop giving a damn or not won't change the fact that shadows exist and pose a fucking danger! It won't make them disappear, it won't fucking help, all it'll do is strip you of whatever humanity you still have!

[His words start out relatively even, but then he just snaps and at the end he punctuates his retort with trying to bonk her on the head with the gun - just a mild, blunt conk that he'd normally execute with the knife-edge of a flattened hand, much like the time the brat stupidly ran off and got herself lost in the underground shopping mall without a care in the world. It's a risk since she might try to grab the gun itself, but it's a risk he's willing to take.]
onewayroad: (we gamble to be born again)

[personal profile] onewayroad 2014-06-25 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
It's not worth it!

[He tugs harder at her arm, nails digging in as well. He tries to shake her hand off of his, and if that fails, there's always twisting it out. For this, for some reason he doesn't want to try using his powers if he can avoid it, if only to prove a point.

He gives another sharp tug.]


It's not worth it because it doesn't fucking work! It'll backfire and make things worse! There's no reason- no fucking reason- a good person like you should have to make that kind of sacrifice! So stop being a dumbass about it.
onewayroad: (a friend with weed is better)

[personal profile] onewayroad 2014-06-26 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
[Twisting his hand free of hers, he shoves his gun back in his pants and proceeds to drag her over to the couch, keeping his eyes focused on her face as he takes slow steps backward. Several seconds pass before he says anything.]

Who says you can't destroy the system and get rid of that insufferable piece of shit? I never fucking said you can't. That's not the problem. The problem is planning out how to.

[He threads his now free hand around her arm so that both have a hold on her and keeps pulling her along.]

And the first step toward that is you calming the hell down. When humans are cornered, their thinking becomes simplistic and predictable.

[It's hard to tell since he's never been that expressive, always wearing veneers of neutrality, boredom, apathy, or annoyance for most of his life, but something in his eyes gives off the feeling of heaviness and burden, and painful remembrance. There have been times when he's flipped his shit, when he's completely cracked and gone off the deep end. During those times, he'd usually been alone. But one of those in particular, the small girl who'd accepted him from the moment she met him had come running and embraced him once more, telling him it'd all be okay, and that had been all he'd needed at the time. It hurts to think of the brat right now, it makes his throat tighten and his shoulders tense up; but as awkward as the idea is, he just doesn't feel like shoving it aside and stabbing it to death will do any good.]
onewayroad: (it takes its smile from every children)

[personal profile] onewayroad 2014-06-26 08:37 am (UTC)(link)
[He slowly keeps a hand firmly around her arm and drapes the other one awkwardly around her shoulders in a loose hug of some sort. The brat's the only person he's hugged in over a decade. He doesn't know how to do this kind of thing. It starts to show on his face, the stiffness and discomfort, until he finally just frowns and shuts his eyes, listening to her words. Once she finishes, he mutters a handful of words himself.]

...I'm no good at this shit. That bastard left a really annoying position empty.

[An annoyed sigh follows.]

You're asking the wrong guy on these kind of matters. I don't know shit about support and whatever. All I can do is sit here and wait till you're in the right headspace for brainstorming.

[And for all he knows, she might very well try to leave. But as long as she stays in the room, he will too.]
onewayroad: (lonely at the top)

[personal profile] onewayroad 2014-06-27 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
[When he does open his eyes, he keeps them focused away from her, avoiding the possibility of eye contact. He gives her shoulder a squeeze, though.]

No need.

...I know I can't fill his spot, nor do I want to. I just... [trails off, then starts abruptly, thoughts in a scrambled mess, slowly sounding less and less composed until his tone just drops to something low and dull yet harsh.] —there's no reason— I'm not going to sit back and watch you make horrible mistakes I've already made.
onewayroad: (a friend with weed is better)

[personal profile] onewayroad 2014-07-03 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
[As silence followed his admission, Accelerator found himself becoming wrapped up in thoughts of the past. Years of isolation that he and others had convinced himself was necessary, because he was a monster who could do nothing but destroy and letting anyone get close would only inevitably create conflict and tragedies. He had to be alone, he had to give no one any reason to want to come close. And then when that had failed to stop them or the conflict, he'd taken it one step further. If words of warning had failed, if ignoring them had failed, if his power could only cause conflict, then he had to become so powerful and dangerous and sadistic that no one would ever dare to step close. That line of thinking had made him destroy everyone who so much as touched him, letting those sacrifices serve as a warning. That line of thinking had also been what tempted him when scientists first approached him regarding the level six shift project. They assured that the clones weren't real people but merely living dolls made of proteins and with no real will of their own. And it'd been easy to believe after what happened during his fight with the first one. But because he had allowed himself to believe their sacrifices were worth making if it made him so strong that no one else would ever try to fight him again... because of that, he'd become a greater monster.

The sins he'd committed were in a completely different league, but he still can't stomach seeing someone who even remotely belongs in the world of light go and try to follow down such a bloody and self-destructive path like his. Yuri was far from perfect. It seemed like she'd been here far too long and this place had taken its toll on her. No wonder she was starting to crack. Still, to him she was a shining example of what humanity's goodness was capable of.

At some point while lost in his thoughts, he'd let his arms go slack, so the one around her shoulder sort of fell back limply and the other hand released its grip on her. And then Yuri's words disrupt that lostness, and he glances toward her, expression just on the edge between neutral and scowl.]


Wearing us out mentally is sure to be one of that bastard's aims.

[Topic change because haha that's enough sentimental crap for the time being.]
onewayroad: (problems with the booze)

[personal profile] onewayroad 2014-07-06 04:36 pm (UTC)(link)
He was probably already a little fucked up before he did that to himself. [A small pause before he responds to the other thing she said:] I'll kick your ass into gear if it looks like you're headed that way.

[Barring oddities like his unexplained 'disappearance' the other year, Accelerator fully expects to be stuck here for a very long time. Nothing in this place could ever satisfy him. Not when the only thing that keeps him from accepting his fate is the fact that the entire Misaka Network's fate still resides in the hands of the bastard who runs Academy City. Aleister had already tried to get rid of Last Order and replace all the original clones with newer ones, something Accelerator has thwarted for the time being.

Until he can confirm that no one will continue to use the clones as human chess pieces and the clones are free to live their own lives, he won't give up. Seeing their original here had only pissed him off; that meant one less person of actual strength who could fight for the clones in his place. If Kamijou Touma found his way here, Accelerator thought he might crack. (Doubly so if Last Order did. As much as he missed her, he knew he'd break down like a crazy thing.)]
onewayroad: (lonely at the top)

[personal profile] onewayroad 2014-07-08 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
[Accelerator's quiet while she rambles on about herself. Paying attention to what others thought and giving a single damn about their life story is an ultra-rare occurrence for him. He's conditioned himself against such practices, which were largely detrimental to his continual rejection of others. He's always been so ruthless, and yet hearing Yuri go on about things that felt very familiar to some of his own experiences is something he can't help but not bother trying to ignore right now. Last Order had been his beacon of hope, and the person to show him another way out from the downward spiral of broken bodies and blood he'd always surrounded himself with. He'd be a much different person had he never decided to save her and the clones in spite of his horrible, self-loathing view of himself at the time. His view that he wasn't redeemable... she'd challenged that and given him hope, and shown him love and affection and forgiveness while in full knowledge of his sins against the 10031 Misaka clones he had murdered and whose memories she had access to. And while his path from that point had been rocky and still bloody at times, he had still progressed a lot because he had her and several others to protect. He had a goal he was willing to put himself through hell and agony to achieve, if it meant they'd stay safe.

He's quiet, then shifts the arm behind her to poke sharply at the back of Yuri's head with a couple fingers.]


There's only one thing I can tell you: don't let that dumbass's hard work go to waste by giving up now.

[he turns his gaze away from Yuri to try and hide some of his expression, as what he's about to reveal is a little embarrassing to admit aloud in front of someone else.]

A horrible little brat who looks an awful lot like the Number Three is the reason I'm the person you met by that tree stump. She knew what I did to her sisters, yet she decided I was worth saving. She saw through me the same way you did.

[He had deliberately told Yuri about having mass murdered over 10,000 people in order to make himself look like an unredeemable bastard. Just like Last Order in the restaurant he took her to, Yuri had believed he hadn't done it voluntarily.]

For me to give up would be the same as pissing all over her good will and efforts. That's why I can't, ever.
onewayroad: (I was alone)

[personal profile] onewayroad 2014-07-08 03:18 pm (UTC)(link)
She'd damn well better not.

[There's a threatening edge to his words as he mutters that out. As one would expect, that's the last he speaks of it. He's already revealed more about her and himself than he usually prefers, especially when it comes to painting himself in a remotely positive light.]

Now... it's time to start planning.

[There's only so much they can discuss and brainstorm, but having things laid out more clearly so they could see the direction to take was better than stumbling through these glitched rooms aimlessly and without any plans.]
onewayroad: (what happened as I let it slip)

[personal profile] onewayroad 2014-07-08 04:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[He turns to look at her at that. Not entirely unexpected, and he had already said something about "waiting till you're in the right headspace for brainstorming" and how "when humans are cornered, their thinking becomes simplistic and predictable." He lets out an annoyed sigh.]

When'd you last sleep and for how long?

[He's tired as well, he's just used to working on the spot and with short time limits, where you couldn't take time to rest. Not everyone can do that.]

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