soulping | opal

[The cake]

[The candles on the model of the cake flicker, very much alive and active. As soon as you touch the model, you receive a memory. As the memory progresses, you keep waiting for the other shoe to drop… But when it does, that doesn’t stop it from hurting. You’re so ashamed and embarrassed and angry that it’s hard to speak.]

[WHAT IS THIS MOTHER!!!!!!]

[lets go of the cake abruptly]

[I want to make a cake in the rain joke but I've got nothing.]

[he's not sure he wants to touch the other stuff, man]

[Unfortunately, the item at the back of the closet (which gives off the aura of a Very Important Thing) is blocked by the other items. He'll have to move them to get there.]

[maddie is out to get him]

[but fine, he'll gently move them as quickly as he can]

[Doll next]

[As you pick up the doll, you may notice that it’s face bears no recognizable features. The clothing it’s wearing, too, is completely blank without anything to distinguish it. (Or you would notice if you weren't blind, stop ruining my prewriting.) You receive a memory that spans years.]

[clenching his fists]

[then touching the other stuff in quick succession and moving it out]

[God dammit Sipp.

As you pick up the razor, you see that it’s slick - because it’s covered in blood. Touching it gives you a memory.

Upon inspection, the gun looks like Kaito’s card gun, if you’ve ever had the chance to see it. As you pick it up, you see a memory, one filled with anger. He cares about someone who murdered your friends, enough that he’s fine with continuing to give him power - at least, that’s what you’re thinking the entire time you’re speaking to him. Caretaker might be his patron, but shouldn’t the fact that he killed people matter more than that?

The pillow is perfectly embroidered; regardless, when you pick it up, you feel a surge of anger before being treated to a memory. It’s filled with anger and sadness - you feel betrayed and abandoned. She told you she would be your family, and then she left for months. How can you trust her again after this?

As you pick up the bottle, you see that it doesn’t contain any liquid before you experience two memories, one right after the other. Perhaps more than any other memory, these fill you with a deep, aching rage. He took advantage of the fact that you were weakened, he lied to you, then he had the nerve to act as though it was in your best interest… Just the thought of it makes you want to scream.]

[He resonates with so many of these feelings it's ridiculous. He feels the anger pulsing in his head, at this, at all of this.]

[Even just being here makes him sick. What else does he need to do?]

[As you make your way to the back of the closet, you see a hand mirror laying on the ground. It gives off a slight gleam.

Just standing it near it makes you feel hopeful. There’s a place where everyone can see if you choose to let yourself be seen, a place where people care about you and value you. Even the people who you feel have disappointed you or betrayed you are doing their best, and you know this. They’ve helped show you that not everyone will leave you behind.]

[Good. He's picking up the mirror, after feeling around to try to locate it.]

[As you take hold of the mirror, its light shines towards the wall. Gradually, you can make out what looks to be a door. You feel very strongly that you should take the mirror with you should you choose to enter.

Will you go through, or will you explore the room more?]

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[ … ! ]

Ah, are you okay?

[ She had been examining the writing on the walls, but at the sound of FALLING CAKE SPLATTER, she immediately heads back over to … … whoever this dude is. ]

Was it a memory?

Yes. A personal one.

[he's not sure he wants to touch the others]

This is invasive.

Just like a heart game …

[ There's distaste when she says the words, and some honest reluctance. ]

We might need to keep touching things to find her.

How? By going through all of her memories and feelings?

Unfortunately.

[ Ugh!! Scrubs her face. ]

To get this far in the first place, I had to take the needle off the record, right? So … there's something here that we need to find, or do, to move forward.

Then I suppose we have no choice.

[...]

Are you a friend of hers?

[ Aoko's response is immediate: ]

Mm! I am. We haven't known each other for long, but … she means a lot to me. [ Bonding by trauma game does that to ya. ]

You're her teammate, right?

[he's not very keen on people traipsing through his teammate's memories, but this girl seems to really care for her, so.]

That's right. My name is Jasper.

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Jasper-san? I'm Aoko.

[ She's … not sure you can see, but she bows anyway. ]

And I promise that I'm gonna do my very best to help her!

It's a pleasure to meet you, Aoko. [it doesn't seem like he can see it.. but he smiles at her regardless]

I will as well. If you can, I'd like you to be my eyes.

It's nice to meet you, too.

[ You seem like a nice, legit guy. ]

Mm, that's fine—I can do that! Would you like me to describe this room for you?