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Post by Willow Fey on Feb 5, 2016 12:37:59 GMT -5
Pain was a natural consequence of life. His mother had instilled that in him and his sister when they were young. She had known enough of pain that she knew fantasies of "happily ever after" didn't really help anyone. Hope was good, but not false hopes of utopia. Even in a much better world, the kind that Hope's Peak promised, there would be pain.
"I understand perfectly well. I would preach the gospel of non-monogamy but in this case...it seems wrong. You and her will make a great couple. When we get out of this maybe you and her and me and maybe Adrianna if she wants to, can all see a movie together. After all this...something as simple as that would be nice." Willow said.
"He made similar claims when I talked with him. I don't know whether he is simply a liability or an actual threat. Whatever the case we should continue to observe him, he is dangerous either way." Willow said. The fact that neither of them understand Taro's motives was concerning.
"I am a person whose title is synonymous with deceit. I spend my life manipulating people to teach them lessons and for laughs. If anything I have no idea why you would trust me. You're just a scientist with a chip on your shoulder. I say I have got you beat in the, "Better not talk to that guy" category. It's no problem. I really would do this for anybody. Your not the only one who thinks this way Root. Far from it." Willow said, in an effort to cheer Root up. He completely missed the memory comment, exhausted as he was he thought nothing of it.
"My mother is proud of me and I am sure yours is too. I got into the best school in the world for the thing that makes me happy and so far I have not sullied my hands with blood or hurt anyone with lies. I think she would like you. At the very least you would make a better first impression on her then Riley did. Th-that is a very funny story for later but it involved the most awkward dinner the Fey family had ever had which is saying something." Willow said, laughing a bit.
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Post by Alexander Root on Feb 6, 2016 16:50:15 GMT -5
[googlefont="Berkshire Swash"]  Science is the Poetry of Reality Adrianna, huh? That was an interesting tidbit of information. Root liked Adrianna. From their discussion in the ? ? ? room, he felt like she was smart, and hoped that perhaps in the future they could work on a project together, even if it weren't exactly Root's current projects. He knew that flowers were important to her and well, flowers were quite an interesting thing to study. However, there were still so many mysteries about the girl he had yet to uncover. She seemed intelligent, and thoughtful, but he still didn't know why a field of flowers was more important than her family, than anyone she knew. Her reactions were scattered. When they first arrived she was a little more… well, it was alright to act a little weird given the circumstances. Then she was quite logical in the ? ? ? room, and then… when Joaquin died, Adrianna seemed fairly normal, and even chuckled at his suggestion to Taro. However, throughout it, he found out very little about the woman herself. All he knew was that he liked her, and wanted to work with her. And of course find out the significance of the field of flowers.
"I would like that," Root said simply, his exhausted mind not coming up with a better response. He could almost picture it in his mind, the four of them laughing and having fun and then sitting next to each other during a movie, his arm around Mariko, Willow's arm around Adrianna. Maybe that was possible if they all got out of this. He had to remain hopeful that something like that would be possible. It was just a matter of finding a way out of here.
"Hmph. If anyone were to die, it'd make the trial a lot easier if the victim were Taro. I'd hate to say it that I hope someone dies, but someone is going to die, I think, and I'd prefer if it were Taro." Just not Mariko. Being realistic here, someone was going to die any day now. And out of everyone here, he might dislike some, but Taro was the most annoying to him. Of course, with his luck, Taro was going to survive everyone he cared about, and leave just him and Taro, and he'd go insane. Even more insane than his mind felt right now due to the lack of sleep.
"No offense," Root began, "But I don't… trust you. There's some people running around who are behind this whole thing, and it could be you. Just like it could be me too. But… my mom," He pointed to the hallucination next to him, "Said you were right. Reminded me of a few things… I like to forget. She might just be in my head, but really, in a way, she's myself trying to convince me that you're right. And I'm rarely wrong."
"Hahah, it does sound like a funny story. You'll have to tell it sometime. I don't know how badly it could've gone if I'd make a better impression." Root laughed and closed his eyes for a moment before nodding. "If I were to bring you home to my family? Dad would probably disown me." Mostly because he was a religious nut at times. "My mom? Well, she already is convinced you're my boyfriend, and said she's happy for me even though it's not true." Root shot a look at his mom before laughing.
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Post by Willow Fey on Feb 6, 2016 18:15:59 GMT -5
"No question about it. I would rather we all made it out of here before another body drops, however if I had to choose, Taro would be the one that would die." Willow said, normally he would be much more careful about saying a thing like that. He hardly cared at this point.
"None taken. It's not like I particularly trust you either. This could all be some twisted experiment of yours. Of course you could easily say the same for me. Odd that. In fact...it is an interesting thing to consider. Why did the Mastermind and whatever organization he's working with or for choose us? Where we just the Hope's Peak students they could get their hands on or...where we selected?" Willow considered. He mostly did it in vain...he could not do much more then speculate and with his mind so exhausted he could hardly do that.
"Disown you huh? Whatever for? As for your mother...Mrs.Root, we are not currently lovers. If we were we would currently be engaged in sexual activity to ward off sleep. Sadly as neither of us are currently doing that we are both single. " The trickster said to the air. He turnedto look to where Root had pointed. Right now he honestly had no idea why Root's father would disown him.
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Post by Alexander Root on Feb 8, 2016 0:12:41 GMT -5
[googlefont="Berkshire Swash"] Science is the Poetry of Reality Root wasn't one to hide his disdain for people, especially specific people such as Taro Yamada. His hands were his badges from that encounter. He still didn't understand what was going through his head. One minute he was insulting his family, the next he was apologizing and saying he never meant any offense. Then why even say any of it?!? It would've saved him a lot of hurt. And the whole strategy. It wasted time, time that they obviously didn't have.
"I don't know if the bear will give up at all. He has all the control. I mean… if someone doesn't die soon, we're all gonna die without sleep. I feel like I'm gonna die real soon too. Haha, I hope I don't. Is it bad to hope someone kills someone else before I die of lack of sleep? Because I really hope someone does. I don't want to die."
An experiment of his? Oh that was a really good explanation, and it seemed like something he would do. His methods were not always the most humane, but they yielded results. Though… he never would kill anyone for what he wanted. Hurt them, yes. Borderline torture? Well, if it really was required. As long as he could get away with it of course. "That's an interesting query. I don't know. If you look at us, we're all different ages, our talents don't really line up. None of us know each other from before." Well, hopefully he didn't forget anyone here, but he was pretty sure he didn't remember anyone that was currently stuck in Monoworld other than the hallucination of his mom. "We all should, conceivably, have something in common. If one of us is truly behind all of this… then… they are also a Hope's Peak student or pretending that they are one. Maybe they were jealous of us and our talent, I don't know. I doubt it." Root shook his head. "Maybe we all pissed them off somehow and we just don't remember."
Root laughed when Willow questioned why his dad would disown him. "Not just you, any guy. I'm from the United States, and well, there are a lot of Christians, and my dad is one of them. He's all for the whole 'gay rights' thing but he believes that gay people are going to hell and blah blah blah bible stuff, and one should love everyone, but hate those who are gay. Stuff like that. I don't really understand it, but he'd hate if I were to bring home any guy and say I was dating them." Root rubbed his eyes and shook his head slightly as his mom talked to him. "Mom says that she knows its gonna happen at some point, but she rather not hear about my sexual activity."
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Post by Willow Fey on Feb 8, 2016 8:49:46 GMT -5
Willow blinked and took a few moments to gather his thoughts.
"I don't want to die either. However we have to think about this rationally. If Monokuma is willing to just let us die, then this game is either just a passing fancy for him, he could easily replace us, or whoever is behind him is stubborn enough to push their luck. If it is just a passing fancy....then this organization is even more absurdly powerful then I had previously thought. Finding people to use for these sort of sadistic games is easy, however that means we must be important somehow. Our status as Hope's Peak students if not us individually, and people like us don't grow on trees. Ha. Trees. If they are that stubborn then...we could use it but...more likely it will burn us. In any case it is only human to wish for your survival." Willow said.
"My point exactly. The only thing that connects us is our status as Hope's Peak students. The mastermind could be a member of some group of bored sadists or a cult, how they are able to effectively hide among us can only be speculated about." Willow concluded. Too weary to go much deeper down that particular rabbit hole.
Oh right. This whole...they were dating thing. That's why his father would disown Root. Willow felt sympathetic. As it was he had never known what it was like to have a father. From what his Mother told him, his father would certainly not have been opposed to Willow's sexual orientation. It was a shame he would never know him.
"I am from the United States as well. I am very familer with this brand of bigotry. As with all ideologies, Christianity is made to mean whatever someone wants it to mean. I have met Christians who are loving tolerant folk who use their faith as a source of strength, and hateful mean spirited people who use it as a cudgel and every variation in between. Same with all ideologies. Even so I still consider myself a person of faith, just as I still consider myself an optimist after all the horror and cruelty I have seen. There is more good than bad in the world, I truly believe that." Willow said. His expression was sad but his eyes were hopeful.
"My sister was a tomboy since she was very young. She is tall, has short hair, and generally gives off the impression that she could probably break someone in half if she wanted to. I have been a scrawny, effeminate looking boy, who has spent most of his life surrounded by girls. Even in progressive, gay friendly Minnesota we have had homophobic epithets whispered behind our backs since we were very young. It's been a while since I have been "out" as a bisexual, but people are even more uncomfortable with ambiguity. I suppose I was popular at my old schools, but it has always been a very peculiar form of popular. A kind that is filled with distrust and confusion. These people would never call themselves homophobes and would agree with the general concept of LGBT rights yet still...the whispers about myself and my sister." Willow said, pausing for several minutes to catch his breath and think.
"The uncomfortable truth that people don't want to confront is that hatred has never been about religion, nor about politics, nor even truly ignorance though that plays it's part. No, the true source of bigotry is fear. I do not know your father, but I can guess he is a man who feels anxious and fearful on a regular basis. Most of his fears are irrational but he probably has some source of real terror that these other windmill giants are built on top of. He probably views himself as a good man trying to do what's right in a harsh world. If he disowned you, or sent you to the laughable nightmare that are "Gay conversion camps" he would think it was all for your own good. " Willow said, and stopped there. He didn't know if he had gone too far or not...but once he started he couldn't stop.
"Sorry, sorry. I have been raised with a close knit family that has never had such issues. Our mother never sheltered us from the world. She saw no point in it. My Mother found out about me losing my virginity and grilled me about it after. Since I was 14 she would ask me if I had sex with any given person I went out with who was not a previously established friend. Boxes of condoms were always just out in the open for my sister and later my use. Boundaries were never really set in this way. And I am a bit delirious so...I kinda just blurted it out. Probably could have just stuck with that answer actually. " Willow said, laughing a bit. This whole conversation seemed to be propelled almost entirely by the force of their exhaustion.
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Post by Alexander Root on Feb 10, 2016 1:09:08 GMT -5
[googlefont="Berkshire Swash"] Science is the Poetry of Reality "I can't say I'm an expert, but seeing how everyone is in this game, I would be willing to bet that whoever is behind this is the stubborn sort. We're all stubborn, it seems. That's why no one has died yet and we're still forced to be awake right now." He sure as hell didn't want to kill anyone, because he was sure, especially in this state, he would be caught. There were enough smart people he couldn't kill all of them and get away with it, and either way, Mariko would be left behind, and he couldn't allow that, no matter what happened. If there was a way to give her his ticket out, he might consider it, but only if things got much worse and he got some sleep. "Hahahahaha," Root laughed slightly mechanically, though not sarcastically, "Well, I'm sure you'd be able to figure out who is behind all of it if we had the time and the sleep to do it."
Root and Willow had such different upbringings, yet they grew up to be somewhat similar. Root talked about his dad badly most of the time, but really, his dad wasn't a bad guy, other that the religious nut part of him. And the whole 'you don't belong' thing that he beat into him while he was younger. That was why he had wanted to be an actor when he was younger, so his dad would be proud of him. That's why he kept a journal hidden in his room where he attempted to write stories, draw pictures and the similar. He still mostly focused on his science, but there were occasional nights where he would go into his drawer, pull out his notebook and just try, residual of the fact he wanted to make his dad happy no matter how much he claimed to hate him.
"It was… very different with my family. I don't know what the 'real terror' you're referring to is for him, if there really is an underlying fear… Dad and I never really got… to know each other well. Especially after my mom died, I was too busy with my studies and he was too busy blaming me for her death. My sister and I were raised to not care about that sort of stuff by our mom, but Dad would be damned if anyone of us turned into… 'an unforgivable sinner'. I don't even know why I'm telling you any of this. I mean, you told me about your family and how you were raised and treated and stuff, but I rather not say any more on it. No one needs to hear my daddy issues, and I rather not anyone really know about them, and with my current state of mind, I’ll blurt out things I’ll regret. I’ve already said too much," Root said with a chuckle, his hand rubbing the back of his neck with a half-smile.
"I'm sure you probably want to find out why you're here. I'll, uh leave you be. I didn't find what I was looking for anyways, probably won't ever find it." Root looked away from Willow, slightly towards the ground off to the side. Root looked back up at his mom, then back to Willow, then towards the door. "See you around." With that, Root made his way towards the door, his mother following, though silent for the moment.
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Post by Willow Fey on Feb 10, 2016 21:45:13 GMT -5
"Yes..I suppose to possess an Ultimate Talent you have to be stubborn. Once we get some sleep I might be able to better judge these things. Maybe I can find some clever way to expose the Mastermind. Regardless that is probably the key to our victory." Willow said.
"Honestly...I don't know why I told you half the things I've been telling you. I suppose they are things I needed to say and right now...for want of sleep, telling you is the only thing I can do. We all have demons to exercise. I doubt very much that any of us had much of a normal childhood. I think I'd like to meet your father anyway. " Willow said. He didn't really know if he was quite making sense.
"Thank you Root....you and I are more alike than I had ever expected. The sad, strange part is that if it wasn't for this motive I don't think you and I would have been able to spill our guts like this. In a way, Monokuma and whoever is behind him, helped strengthen our bonds. Til next we meet, farewell." Willow concluded.
He had known why he had come here for a little while now. A movie theatre was the place where Willow's mother and father first met. A story he had heard countless times in his childhood. Without even knowing why at the time he had made a pilgrimage here. In this dire situation he went to somewhere that was reminiscent of the very beginning of his life.
Willow couldn't die here. His family, including he himself, had struggled for far too long to let that happen. As soon as Root left, he began praying. Offering up words to the ancestors who had lead him down this path and the gods who he worshipped, because he had nothing else to give. He even said a simple protection spell for Alexia, who reminded him so much of his sister. His sister Rose who would want him to keep moving forward. What would she say? "Don't you die on me motherfucker. You still-" something like that.
What the hell was he doing in this theatre alone? He should be watching over them: Karen, Riley, and Rose. No...they weren't here. He had to watch over: Adrianna, Saoirse and Alexia. That was it. That was his purpose. He couldn't leave another friend behind. Never again.
So it was that the trickster left the theatre, the symbol of his past here in Monoworld, forgetting to offer up his spells and prayers to Adrianna and Saoirse. Forgetting that was his intention at all.
But he would never forget the conversation he had with a scientist in the lonely theatre. An unexpected connection and a small pleasant kiss.
(OOC: Hope shard get! This has been a great FTE M and it has been a pleasure working with you. See ya at the trial!)
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