Phone Stuff - Snekgame

[thefaultinthestars]

[This post for Kim Dokja's inbox, text messages, voice and video calls and all other IC phone related threads.]

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[thefaultinthestars]

[From here]

[with Suyeong]

[thefaultinthestars]

[From Here]

[He chuckles, though the sound is a little watery, and blushes from the embarrassment of all of this feelings. But he isn't really ashamed, because Suyeong already know every worst part of him anyway. And it's not like he feels bad over being upset by this anyway.]

I wonder if we can fix that? There has to be a way to get sugar around here somewhere.

Re: [with Suyeong]

[copyrewriter]

[ curls her hand against the back of his neck, smiling but also carefully watching his face. ]

Yeah? That'd be nice. Something besides plain meat for once.

Re: [with Suyeong]

[thefaultinthestars]

[girl ur so close, what do I do with this]

Unfortunately, I don't know anything about food... Maybe Jamil would have an idea.

Re: [with Suyeong]

[copyrewriter]

Maybe.

[ a beat ]

What did you see?

[with Zwei]

[thefaultinthestars]

[from here]

[Small Dokja takes several deep breaths, clearly steading his nerves. But at the sound of tables being slammed and yelling rises in the kitchen, he forces himself to move.

He locks the closet door from the inside as he leaves. His father would not check it later and find it unlocked.

He moves quietly toward the front door, pausing as he crosses in front of the kitchen to make sure his father isn't facing him, though his mother-- a relatively young woman with short hair and reddening cheek sees him. She moves deliberately to catch the man's attention, distracting him.

Dokja finishes his way to the front door, opens it and closes it, unnecessarily loudly.

Then, as if he had just returned from school, begins to set down his items, remove his shoes, but he can't quite hide the hunched shoulders that say he knows what is coming next.

As he bends to remove his shoes and fabric shifts, it's obvious he has numerous bruises, hidden carefully by the length of his sleeves and height of his collar. Some of them are fading and yellow, and others can't be more than a couple of days old.

At the sound of the slammed door, the boy's father, redfaced and clearly drunk, erupts from the kitchen with heavy strides. He careens briefly off the wall and grabs his son by the front of his shirt while he's still removing one shoe. In the memory, his face isn't quite right, it overlaps in some ways with something monstrous, something demonic.

But Dokja doesn't look at him, his eyes stay low, locked at the point just before flinching shut. He's yelled at for various things, jostled around a bit while the woman who is mother tries redirect the man's anger. He's a failure for various reasons: if he spends so much time at school why are his grades so fucking poor, why hasn't he learned respect yet, and do you have any idea how much those extra classes cost. Kim Dokja doesn't respond to any of these, or seem to really hear them. He limply accepts the abuse until his father lets him go with the final insult that on top of everything, he was spineless, before finally allowing the mother to take Dokja away and usher him into his room. She doesn't fail to toss his bookbag in with him.

It's not a bad room, there is a book shelf full of books, a comfortable chair. A small average bed for a small average boy.

The door in here doesn't lock, the jamb is torn from where that was tried before.

For a few minutes Dokja stands there, apparently not thinking much, and then abruptly he shakes himself out of it, opens up his bookbag, and retrieves the book he had been reading a few minutes before. He sits down with his back to the door and finds where he had left off.]

Re: [with Zwei]

[tweedledumber]

[throughout the scene, particularly as the father acts out, her face contorts to something middling between disgust and anger

by the end of it, she's standing, having followed after bb Dokja to watch as he begins reading again

looking downcast, literally AND emotionally]

Re: [with Zwei]

[thefaultinthestars]

[and then the words collapse, and the hologram disappears, she is once again just standing in the field. the words rush back into Dokja, still spindly and sad, but maybe with a tiny bit of glow they didn't have before.

Dokja comes up behind her and puts a hand on her head.]

Re: [with Zwei]

[tweedledumber]

[siiiighs]

What a pain. You should hate that bastard for sure.

[With Kennedy]

[thefaultinthestars]

[From here]

...which part? Being unremarkable or wanting to be unremarkable?

Re: [With Kennedy]

[inhibiting]

. . . I.

Um.

It would be weird. . . if I . . . didn't. . .

Re: [With Kennedy]

[thefaultinthestars]

[just gonna wait for you to finish that thought]

[With Nanami]

[thefaultinthestars]

[from here]

Han Suyeong is.... a comrade from home. She's not the most personable, but she's strong and reliable.

Re: [With Nanami]

[slicedbread]

That's fine, you're not personable either.

Re: [With Nanami]

[thefaultinthestars]

[sticks tongue out at him briefly]

The last is Starfish. She just arrived, and her mind has been broken by torture. If you have any problems with her, just direct her to talk to me. She takes orders well but they have to be extremely specific.

[With Natsuno]

[thefaultinthestars]

[here]

...did it happen more than once?

[otherwise there wouldn't be a question, would there]

[thricebitten]

[ Ah, busted. Natsuno scratches the back of his neck. ]

... Yes and no? Technically, unlike a vampire, a werewolf doesn't fully die - their blood transforms on the brink of death. But that last night Tohru-chan visited me, it felt like I was dying. You could call it the death of my humanity. So I thought it might be that.

[thefaultinthestars]

I see.

Yes, it was with 'Tohru-chan'.

So... were they trying to turn you into a vampire?

[with Getiny]

[thefaultinthestars]

[from here]

[I know you said you wanted to drop these so it's fine if you do I figured I would still do this just in case. also 'well fuck' if so]

It's some kind of effect that let's you peep at people's stories.

[With Jamil]

[thefaultinthestars]

[from here]

...fair enough.

Well.

Why don't you test it in that case?

Re: [With Jamil]

[snakewhispers]

Ah.

Test it how?

Re: [With Jamil]

[thefaultinthestars]

You just need a scenario in which someone other than you would have to help out Kalim Al-Asim, right?

And it seems like the easiest way to do that would be for you to just take a vacation. You're still technically here, but you don't do anything.

[with Kaz]

[thefaultinthestars]

[from here]

...do you remember your brother?

[mishandthrope]

[ Kaz’s jaw goes taut; he forces his expression to go utterly blank. ]

Yes.

[thefaultinthestars]

...you don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to.