[Monika still seems a little embarrassed, fussing with her hair, but she shifts her position a little to accommodate the group of four.]
... Ahaha, yeah. They kind of remind me of a place I've heard about before, though I haven't personally been there. It's called Venice.
[Would he know what that is? A mystery. Though, truly hope San Lang likes water. Because, after honking twice, Pygmalion will decide grooming time is over — and react accordingly. He stretches his neck as far up as it goes, spreading his wings in order to flap the excess water off. As he does this, though, a shard gets knocked out of the water and hits Monika on the leg, causing a memory to bubble up to the surface. Before they both know it, they're—
—in a mostly empty classroom, smiling at a blank faced boy while herfriendsall shuffle off into separate corners to indulge in their favorite book, read manga, or simply... exist. Despite everything you now know, it's an incredibly ordinary moment in your life.
And then
you're instantly
put to sleep.
Or, at least, that's what it feels like. You can't move. You can't talk. You can't scream. You're left with nothing but your own, panicked thoughts for a handful of seconds — before your mind begins to fill with incoherent, jumbled patterns.
Static and rapid flashes of color dance across your vision. Closely, in the distance, everywhere yet nowhere at all, something is screaming. A singular something. A plural something. You can't even tell anymore, and maybe it's because you're completely unable to form your own thoughts at this point.
You're endlessly hammered by the flashing and the screaming, with no end in sight. It feels like it goes on forever. And maybe it does. Maybe this is all there is now.
Maybe, you will be stuck in this empty space forever and ever and ever and ever an̶d̶ ̷e̷v̸e̸r̶ ̸a̴n̵͙̖̚ ̴͔̿d̵̤̀e̴̘̮̅̋v̷̺̗̈̓e̵̯͑͂ȑ̵̻͙ä̴̘͔̲̹͇́̽̽̾͠ ̸̣͇̘͙͎͐̓̊n̸̘̪͗̒ḋ̵̮̣̗̽e̶͔͎̘̱͎̋͝r̵̝̞̼͔̀͋̈́̈́̽v̶̛͍̖̟͎̓̀̐̈́̓ẽ̵̠̱̘̘̻̉̾͜r̶̡̥̜͒͂̒̑́̇̇̾ ̴̛̺̤͍̉̽͋̾̀ȧ̷̧̱̜ṅ̶͓̰̼͙̰̮̟͛̀̽̽͐͘͠ͅd̴͔̻̺̪̋͛͘e̸͙͔̅̌͘͝͝ ̴̛͍̹͔͕͖̖̳̠̈́̅̐̉͆v̵̢͇͉́̄́̋̈́͠ĕ̴̢̮͉͙͍͈̉̄͝͝ ̶̡̨̨̤̝̺̤͔̹̮̭́͑̆̔͌͊̉̾̂͂͝r̴͚͕̙̿̈́̓̌̽̎̃̅̈̽͋̈́ ̷̧̻͎̯̆̂̂̌͐͠ä̸̳̝̻̬͚͔́͆͗̓̇̒̍̄̽ñ̶̫̭̓̊̈́̒̀͐̕͜͝d̸̲͛͆̈́͛d̸̯̣̙́d̵̼̙̹͔͉̊̔͆͆̿̐̀͐̄̉̓d̶͍̻̖̝̠̭̅d̵̝̬͐̋̂̐̅̈́͒̐́̀̕ ̶̣̖̲͈̒v̶̨̨̨̛̠̳̳̖̺͇̻̝͉̲̰̮͇͈͊̓̓̈́́̀̏͘̚̚e̸̗̽̐̌̑̔́̈́͊̐͌̚͝͝͠ ̷̺̠͈̮͐̓̃͘ŗ̷̖̬̥̺̮͖̦̮̰̟̽̄̿̏͘͘͘͜ ̶̢͈̩̙̣̭̝̊̌̆͆̐͝͝ā̴̜̱̥̥͛̿̄̎̎̏̾̾̾́̑̾̅̕n̶̡̧̛͉͉͕̻̖̫̰͚̰̿̇̆͌̈́̊̇̿̈́̽̈́̐͂͠d̶̨̙̘̦̘̣̰͇̏ͅd̸̛̯͆̔͋̐͊́̔̀̇́̐̌́̓̕̕d̶̨̝̮͍͂ḓ̶̉͊̂̓̓͘d̸̢̛͈̦̤̘̀̃̐̌̀͒̓͊̾̐̓̕
You're back in your own body, and despite the hammering of your heart against your ribcage, the script continues like nothing ever happened.
monika's memory is - wildly confusing, for xie lian, unfamiliar with so many things, both big and small. while san lang squeaked a little from being soaked, he too has now held perfectly in place as xie lian has, both of them sort of stunned.
it's the flashing. the screaming. the emptiness, the lack of control - he takes a sharp, startled breath, and whips his head to the side, reaching out like he can just hold monika in place. ] --Miss Monika!
She seems to be totally locked in place for a moment, eyes wide with her lips parted as she stares at absolutely nothing. Pygmalion is breathes harshly, squawking and trashing around in distressed as if under attack — but there's clearly nothing there. Luckily, it seems that hearing her name does the trick, and Monika snaps out of whatever trauma spell she was in. She sucks in a breath, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment, before she starts to laugh.]
... Ah... Ahahaha... [This is. A very terrible, wobbly sound.] Oh, jeez. I was hoping that would stop now that I'm here, but I guess not! I'm really sorry you had to see that.
No - no, you have positively nothing to apologize for. I'm sorry you've had to experience - what was that? That you've been through it before...? Is it a demon, or something of the like?
[ please what kind of terrible demonic monster does he have to cut down to keep you from being harassed like that ]
[Ah... She offers him a small smile, a little grateful for the fussing even if she thinks its unnecessary.]
No, not exactly. [Shaking her head.] It's, like... for a split second, the world ceases to exist. Technically, so do I. But for some reason, I can remember anyway. And every time it happens, it feels like I've been killed or something.
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... Ahaha, yeah. They kind of remind me of a place I've heard about before, though I haven't personally been there. It's called Venice.
[Would he know what that is? A mystery. Though, truly hope San Lang likes water. Because, after honking twice, Pygmalion will decide grooming time is over — and react accordingly. He stretches his neck as far up as it goes, spreading his wings in order to flap the excess water off. As he does this, though, a shard gets knocked out of the water and hits Monika on the leg, causing a memory to bubble up to the surface. Before they both know it, they're—
And then
you're instantly
put to sleep.
Or, at least, that's what it feels like. You can't move. You can't talk. You can't scream. You're left with nothing but your own, panicked thoughts for a handful of seconds — before your mind begins to fill with incoherent, jumbled patterns.
Static and rapid flashes of color dance across your vision. Closely, in the distance, everywhere yet nowhere at all, something is screaming. A singular something. A plural something. You can't even tell anymore, and maybe it's because you're completely unable to form your own thoughts at this point.
You're endlessly hammered by the flashing and the screaming, with no end in sight. It feels like it goes on forever. And maybe it does. Maybe this is all there is now.
Maybe, you will be stuck in this empty space forever and ever and ever and ever an̶d̶ ̷e̷v̸e̸r̶ ̸a̴n̵͙̖̚ ̴͔̿d̵̤̀e̴̘̮̅̋v̷̺̗̈̓e̵̯͑͂ȑ̵̻͙ä̴̘͔̲̹͇́̽̽̾͠ ̸̣͇̘͙͎͐̓̊n̸̘̪͗̒ḋ̵̮̣̗̽e̶͔͎̘̱͎̋͝r̵̝̞̼͔̀͋̈́̈́̽v̶̛͍̖̟͎̓̀̐̈́̓ẽ̵̠̱̘̘̻̉̾͜r̶̡̥̜͒͂̒̑́̇̇̾ ̴̛̺̤͍̉̽͋̾̀ȧ̷̧̱̜ṅ̶͓̰̼͙̰̮̟͛̀̽̽͐͘͠ͅd̴͔̻̺̪̋͛͘e̸͙͔̅̌͘͝͝ ̴̛͍̹͔͕͖̖̳̠̈́̅̐̉͆v̵̢͇͉́̄́̋̈́͠ĕ̴̢̮͉͙͍͈̉̄͝͝ ̶̡̨̨̤̝̺̤͔̹̮̭́͑̆̔͌͊̉̾̂͂͝r̴͚͕̙̿̈́̓̌̽̎̃̅̈̽͋̈́ ̷̧̻͎̯̆̂̂̌͐͠ä̸̳̝̻̬͚͔́͆͗̓̇̒̍̄̽ñ̶̫̭̓̊̈́̒̀͐̕͜͝d̸̲͛͆̈́͛d̸̯̣̙́d̵̼̙̹͔͉̊̔͆͆̿̐̀͐̄̉̓d̶͍̻̖̝̠̭̅d̵̝̬͐̋̂̐̅̈́͒̐́̀̕ ̶̣̖̲͈̒v̶̨̨̨̛̠̳̳̖̺͇̻̝͉̲̰̮͇͈͊̓̓̈́́̀̏͘̚̚e̸̗̽̐̌̑̔́̈́͊̐͌̚͝͝͠ ̷̺̠͈̮͐̓̃͘ŗ̷̖̬̥̺̮͖̦̮̰̟̽̄̿̏͘͘͘͜ ̶̢͈̩̙̣̭̝̊̌̆͆̐͝͝ā̴̜̱̥̥͛̿̄̎̎̏̾̾̾́̑̾̅̕n̶̡̧̛͉͉͕̻̖̫̰͚̰̿̇̆͌̈́̊̇̿̈́̽̈́̐͂͠d̶̨̙̘̦̘̣̰͇̏ͅd̸̛̯͆̔͋̐͊́̔̀̇́̐̌́̓̕̕d̶̨̝̮͍͂ḓ̶̉͊̂̓̓͘d̸̢̛͈̦̤̘̀̃̐̌̀͒̓͊̾̐̓̕
You're back in your own body, and despite the hammering of your heart against your ribcage, the script continues like nothing ever happened.
Enjoy the [sisi voice] monika lore.]
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monika's memory is - wildly confusing, for xie lian, unfamiliar with so many things, both big and small. while san lang squeaked a little from being soaked, he too has now held perfectly in place as xie lian has, both of them sort of stunned.
it's the flashing. the screaming. the emptiness, the lack of control - he takes a sharp, startled breath, and whips his head to the side, reaching out like he can just hold monika in place. ] --Miss Monika!
[ ARE YOU ALRIGHT?! AAAAA ]
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But, is she alright? Haha!
She seems to be totally locked in place for a moment, eyes wide with her lips parted as she stares at absolutely nothing. Pygmalion is breathes harshly, squawking and trashing around in distressed as if under attack — but there's clearly nothing there. Luckily, it seems that hearing her name does the trick, and Monika snaps out of whatever trauma spell she was in. She sucks in a breath, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment, before she starts to laugh.]
... Ah... Ahahaha... [This is. A very terrible, wobbly sound.] Oh, jeez. I was hoping that would stop now that I'm here, but I guess not! I'm really sorry you had to see that.
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No - no, you have positively nothing to apologize for. I'm sorry you've had to experience - what was that? That you've been through it before...? Is it a demon, or something of the like?
[ please what kind of terrible demonic monster does he have to cut down to keep you from being harassed like that ]
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No, not exactly. [Shaking her head.] It's, like... for a split second, the world ceases to exist. Technically, so do I. But for some reason, I can remember anyway. And every time it happens, it feels like I've been killed or something.