[WOW??? LADY??? ITS JUST A ROSE??? Anyways, lifting their gun and wrench hands instantly to their ears, cowering. They're probably staining one of their ears red with blood. It's fine! It's fine.]
[what if the rose just was glued to the floor and i didn't let douman pick it up like an asshole
no, it's fine, they sweep it up into their sleeve, where they get that sense that it's important to someone again. it does not answer douman's taunting, because it is a rose.
[402 is now a room! it's in surprisingly good shape.
and douman comes face to face with - well. douman? douman is just there. two of them. except this douman scrunches down, and makes an annoyed face at seeing the one that walks in.]
[he says, shakily. and his hand shoots up to his face and plunges into his left eye socket, ripping it out. as he does, douman will find that their own hand does the same - a burning flash of pain as they rip out their left eye and throw it to the floor.]
[Douman is used to pain. Douman is very used to pain. And yet this...the insult that comes with this is a blow that hits harder than any weapon. Blood streaming from Douman's empty eye socket, they snarl like a feral animal, face distorting into something quite monstrous.]
Nnnnnnngrk-! Curse you!! CURSE YOU!! Tearing out your own eye to spite ME?! Spite YOURSELF?!! Are you mad?! You think this will stop you from the weight of your own sins?!
[Even under the other's command, Douman, in all their rage, will attempt to try to move forward to brandish the wrench, aiming for a blow.]
[they move forward, brandishing the wrench, but the other douman doesn't move. he stands, watching, waiting, not saying a word - standing up to this, to the thing they both are.
the blow connects. every time douman hits the other, they feel the blow, but - the other douman will not stop them from doing it. won't make a sound.]
Pathetic! [A hit - they recoil, too, but their rage is mightier.] Wretched! [Another hit across the face, and Douman jerks in place.] Coward!! You could never live up to Seimei!! Why do you think I exist, huh?!
[But the blows are too much for the moment - Douman's lips drawn back, they stop, chest heaving, body shaking.]
[Just hatred. There's nothing but hatred. Everything they are is made to be hated.]
[a hit, another, another - the other douman bleeds, sluggish and staggering. he stares up at douman with one eye, choking on blood, before - spitting a glob of it into douman's face.]
[Douman hisses, recoiling back - their free hand reaches up to wipe off the blood from their remaining eye, grin gleaming with teeth.]
...You have some nerve. Where did that come from, huh? Decided to grow a spine, all of a sudden? I think not. You're too faint-hearted to really go through with any of this. Give up while you still can. What's done is done!
[They step forward to grab Douman by the collar roughly, before slamming him down against the floor. They wince in pain, their voice hoarse as they draw back.]
Lay down and go to sleep and dream your dreams. I have work to do.
[that'll do it - they're stronger, after all. they always have been. the other douman hits the floor and gurgles, just for a moment, before his eyes shut. the lights above both doumans shiver and then crack as the light goes out, and the room is plunged into darkness.
after a moment, the light turns back on. the room is back to normal, clean and free of blood.
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If you mean to curse me to make me feel things such as these, then do not care to throw your valuables at my feet. Haha!
[But they will just stare at it for a moment like the idiot cat they are, just seeing if anything else will happen.]
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also, there's just the sound of a woman screaming in pain in their ears. enjoy that, i'm sure they will, and not in a sarcastic way.]
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[WOW??? LADY??? ITS JUST A ROSE??? Anyways, lifting their gun and wrench hands instantly to their ears, cowering. They're probably staining one of their ears red with blood. It's fine! It's fine.]
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they're just standing here at the end of this hallway with a smushed rose.]
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[They look down at the rose.]
[Someone's valued object, huh.]
Tch.
[An ugly scowl crosses their face.]
What a laugh. To put your deep feelings into something so very ephemeral-! Choose something lasting, why don't you!
[Their chest heaves, as if they're going to laugh...but it just comes out as a sigh. With a shake of their head, they turn away from the rose.]
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anyway, they turn around. the rose remains there. are they leaving?]
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[They turn back to the rose. Ergh. If they went all the way down this hallway and then this thing is part of some curse they need to break...]
Maybe I'll find your master and rip you apart in front of them, how does that sound? Ahahaha.
[And just sweeping up the rose into the depths of their sleeve? Why not! DAMN THIS EMOTIONS FLOWER!!!]
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no, it's fine, they sweep it up into their sleeve, where they get that sense that it's important to someone again. it does not answer douman's taunting, because it is a rose.
where we going, clown?]
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[sometimes you are just a clown speaking like the villain you are to a literal flower]
[Anyways...back down the hallway! And if there's nothing else around, Douman will leave this room and try 402.]
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and douman comes face to face with - well. douman? douman is just there. two of them. except this douman scrunches down, and makes an annoyed face at seeing the one that walks in.]
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[Now...this actually makes Douman do a double take. Well, of course it would be strange to see one's double out of the blue, but...]
[No, that expression...]
[Douman stares, gaze as cold as ice.]
And just how did you get out, hm?
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[his fists clench at his sides.] This is the end. I won't see you do this any longer.
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[But for all their evil clown laughing, Douman keeps their distance from the other Douman, as if wary.]
Come, now. What could you do to me? You already lost.
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Get rid of y-you. Make sure you don't do more damage.
[and suddenly, douman themselves will lose control of their limbs. their hand comes up, slowly, to rest on their own face.]
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[And...okay, this is happening. Douman's smile instantly freezes, eyes glancing to the limb no longer under control. Hm.]
[They heft the wrench in their other hand, the gun having been slipped in their sleeve minutes before.]
Fool you are. Would you really lay a hand against yourself like this?
cw: eye gore (heis don't interact)
[he says, shakily. and his hand shoots up to his face and plunges into his left eye socket, ripping it out. as he does, douman will find that their own hand does the same - a burning flash of pain as they rip out their left eye and throw it to the floor.]
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[Douman is used to pain. Douman is very used to pain. And yet this...the insult that comes with this is a blow that hits harder than any weapon. Blood streaming from Douman's empty eye socket, they snarl like a feral animal, face distorting into something quite monstrous.]
Nnnnnnngrk-! Curse you!! CURSE YOU!! Tearing out your own eye to spite ME?! Spite YOURSELF?!! Are you mad?! You think this will stop you from the weight of your own sins?!
[Even under the other's command, Douman, in all their rage, will attempt to try to move forward to brandish the wrench, aiming for a blow.]
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the blow connects. every time douman hits the other, they feel the blow, but - the other douman will not stop them from doing it. won't make a sound.]
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[But the blows are too much for the moment - Douman's lips drawn back, they stop, chest heaving, body shaking.]
[Just hatred. There's nothing but hatred. Everything they are is made to be hated.]
[And it's the easiest thing, to hate yourself.]
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...You have some nerve. Where did that come from, huh? Decided to grow a spine, all of a sudden? I think not. You're too faint-hearted to really go through with any of this. Give up while you still can. What's done is done!
[They step forward to grab Douman by the collar roughly, before slamming him down against the floor. They wince in pain, their voice hoarse as they draw back.]
Lay down and go to sleep and dream your dreams. I have work to do.
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after a moment, the light turns back on. the room is back to normal, clean and free of blood.
douman, however, is still missing an eye.]
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[And there it is.]
[Douman just stands there for a moment, the pain still there, everywhere, in their hand, in their missing eye.]
[How nice. Somehow, they feel more alive than ever.]
[With a huff, they turn around and exit the room. Time to see the elevator!]
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there's footsteps behind them, though.]
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And what do you want?
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