overjoyed_logs | (open) my, my, my

[ The first thing noticeable in the dream is that it's cold. Cold, white, and bright - to someone who didn't know any better, it could just be a hospital room- that is, if not for the current state it's in.

Across the floor, there's an array of medical supplies that have been dashed against the floor; needles, stands, anything within reach has been haphazardly strewn around. There are experiment attendants on the floor, presumably knocked unconscious and with some of their limbs twisted out of shape, smears of blood painting the white tile. All you can feel is an insatiable anger, an endless mantra of get away get away get away.

But these feelings aren't your own - they're the feelings of the cause of the room looking like this. A small child, no older than 6, hunched over like a feral animal with drool and blood dribbling out the side of his mouth. A voice says over the intercom in a slightly agitated, but not surprised tone: Get that thing under control in there. If it keeps responding to the treatments like this -

The next thing you hear is a loud crash, something big and metal having been hurled at the source of the noise, accompanied by a curdling scream. The door opens from in front of where you'd been observing, making it appear as though you're being sent to subdue him. With eyes wide, his hands are quick to grab at things on the floor to throw towards you, yelling all the while. Despite the visibly bad mental and physical state he's in, it appears that he'll stop at nothing to rebel against the experiments, even if it means harming other people - that includes you.

There's a reason he's a failed experiment, afterall. ]

Oh, Ryner knew those feelings, that anger at everything that wanted to make him a specimen. That was all he'd ever been, after all, the seeing this boy in an eerily similar state was enough to make his skin crawl with gooseflesh at all how very familiar it all was. Even the room itself might have been one he'd woken in so many times he'd lost count by now.

The thrown objects were familiar, too, but not from this side. Ryner had done that too, for all the good it had done. Which had of course been none at all. Still, he'd been trained to fight, and easily dodged or blocked them, holding up a hand he hoped would be seen as friendly.

"Look, I'm not going to do anything to you, okay? We can figure this out if you just calm down for a minute. Tearing me apart isn't going to make it better."

[ Hollow.

That's the only way to describe the feeling that through him you're experiencing - like a fragile glass vase with nothing inside, threatening to break. The scene in front of you is painted with mountains of scrap metal as far as the eye can see, the sky a definitely unnatural teal color. You can feel your throat cloasing up, tears spilling over - ]

Go home already!! I'm a monster!!

[ Your subconscious drifts to seeing through your own eyes, the image of this young man, crying and lashing out in front of you. As soon as you blink, there's a blinding blue light that washes over the entire landscape, unmistakably like fire. It'd be customary to brace in fear of the scorching burns that would accompany being engulfed in flames like that, but contrary to your expectation, the licks of fire present nothing more than a pleasant warmth; a comforting one, even. Despite this, Rin continues to cry, the blue flames flickering on his shoulders, his hands, his hair. ]

It's dangerous, just get out of here...

[Pain comes in many forms, and though not all of it is necessarily bad, some of it can be quite excruciating.

Maybe not physically, like now, but... she can feel the ache of it bone deep, all the same, and so she reacts without thought or care for those flames, body already moving before she can register the gentle warmth enveloping them.

Instead, she move forward swiftly, slim arms deceptively strong as he reaches forward without hesitation, one hand catching the boy by the back of his neck and drawing him to her chest, arms as if steel bands to hold him close.]

Foolish brat. Who says you're a monster?

[ Despite the strong arms around him, he still tries to pry himself away, of course with little to no success. He's strong too, but not in this state - not when he's so distracted by his emotions. So he just turns his face away from her as best he can, his body shaking from adrenaline and despair he felt. ]

Everyone does... [ Sniffling, he continues to try to push himself away, a distinct heat radiating from his skin. ] Aren't you afraid, too? It's what I am. It'd be better if I just...

[ Died in here. The flickering lights of the flames on him seem to dim, some fading away entirely as his emotional outburst comes down from it's high into something more subtle and dull. ]

Are you stupid? You'll get burned, so just let me go, old hag...

[ School doesn't always have to be a drag - actually, there's a sense of pride and excitement that bubbles up in the aura of the dream, a feeling that tugs at the corners of lips. The dream opens with a paper being waved a little bit too excitedly in the other person's face, obnoxious but endearing laughter ringing along with the sound of paper crinkling. ]

Oh?! This is amazing?! Damn, I'm too amazing!!!

[ Upon closer inspection, it would be clear that the paper in his hands has a bright red 68 written across the top, obviously meaning the score that he'd earned for it. ]

Look, look! Fear meee, I'm too awesomeee!!

[Badou can't help but laugh, reaching up to ruffle Rin's hair-- the triumph is palpable even if it hadn't been so contagious]

You know you passed by the skin of your ass, right? But that's what matters, probably.

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Like I care!! I'm so improved it's really like a miracle!!

[ Normally he'd be embarrassed by a show of affection like that but he's in such a good mood that the feeling of praise overrides that. He's very proud of his barely passing score okay. ]

Maybe one day you'll catch up to me, if yer lucky.

[snorting, he flicks at Rin's forehead]

Yeah, yeah, maybe you'll even get some fries for your victory today. You're forgettin' I'm waaaayyy better at this than you.

Hah? Better at what? Passing by the skin of your ass?

[ He'll flick the others forehead right back!! ]

[he flicks right back-- two can play at that game

their faces are gonna be bruised by the end aren't they]

Nah-- you're the expert of that. I'm more hard boiled.

Hard boiled?

[ His retaliation flick is delayed by momentary confusion. ]

Like....an egg?

Not like an egg, like a badass who bounces back!

Eggs don't bounce though. If ya threw it on the ground it'd just break everywhere.

Hard boiled eggs do!

Nu-uh, it'd still like, [ Vague gesture. ] crumble and stuff. I mean, I guess it depends on how hard ya throw it...

THEY DO NOT CRUMBLE! What the fuck kinda eggs are you eating-- dragon eggs? Reptile eggs?

Regular eggs!!

Ya know when ya boil an egg and the yolk gets all like, crumbly!! That's what I'm talking about!!

It gets crumbly....how hard or soft are you boiling this thing? Over medium? Sunny side?

[Jill just sort of stares and...

Wow.]

I'm afraid, yeah.

But not for the reasons you'd want me to be.

Eh? What's that supposed to mean?

Afraid of something else other than my awesome academics?

Afraid that you're so easily satisfied.

You know that's not really a grade to be proud of. Right?

No? This is amazing! A miracle!

At least...compared to before...

Wait, are you serious?

What were your scores like before?

That - That doesn't matter!!

All that matters is I've improved!!

Fair enough. Improving your grades is still a big deal.

You gonna celebrate or anything?

Well - I guess it is a special occasion worthy of celebration...

[ Now that he thinks about it, he's never gotten the chance to have a celebration over academics before. Not for himself, at least. ]

What about you? Your score celebratory too?

Oh, you know.

[Jill casually, but still obviously, moves her hand across her test score.]

The usual.

[She scored well.

Really well.]

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I am so very late, sorry! and feel no need to match me, i can't smalltext with my screen reader xD

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