[Being the one who was forcing his way into Date's consciousness, Saito could see and practically taste everything. Date's confusion, as he tried to piece together the disconnected fragments of memories; Date's growing desperation, as he struggled to grab onto anything to keep himself him sinking in the pool of blood he caused with his own hands. So why let the thief's torment end just past the six-minute mark, when they can linger in the somnium a little longer? Saito waited 6 years for the moment he'd have Date helplessly trapped, at his mercy. Might as well live these few minutes to its fullest before they both wake up from this dream (or nightmare).
When Date comes to, he might find himself unable to move. Not because he drowned in all that blood, but rather because his body remains strapped to the psync chair, where the subject sits. With what he considers his own face looking down at him. The depraved smirk tugging at the lips and the lack of missing eye are the only irrefutable proofs that it's not actually his own reflection staring back at him from above.]
Oh, you're awake. But it's too late. Six minutes are up. You know what that means, don't you?
[Date is no stranger to the strange, sometimes-unpleasant feelings that come with Psyncing, but this is different. He has pushed the envelope before, but it has never been quite like this, all groggy-weak and stuck where he is.
This is probably not the time for a smarmy quip, even though he utilizes far more brain power than he likely ought to in thinking of one. Maybe that time would be better spent trying to free himself, but he knows, in his current state, it is pretty much a lost cause. At least for the moment; if he waits it out, then... ]
Six minutes, is it? Would you care to refresh my memory?
[ Like he hasn't been told often enough that he can recite it in his sleep. ]
[Whether it's a rhetorical question or an empty quip doesn't matter. Saito responds with a singsong hum of acknowledgement before proceeding to explain.]
[His body — or most specifically, his brain. Saito leans in, invading the body thief's personal space further by placing a hand on his head, letting gloved fingers slide into the pale strands at the top of Date's head.]
Then, once we're back in the real world, I'll show you the most beautiful fireworks spectacle you've ever seen: you'll watch as I blow Iris' and Hitomi's brains out. I hope you're looking forward to it as much as I am.
[When the adrenaline and the high from saving the world died down, Mizuki remembered that she'd taken quite a beating at the stadium. She was incredibly durable, but she certainly felt the bruises that seemed to reach down to her very bones.
And, of course, there was the bullet that was still lodged in her shoulder. Yet another scar from a gun. Though she didn't want to go to the hospital, Bibi and all of her other friends insisted, practically forced her to. So, there she went to get the bullet removed.
It was a quick one, much less complicated than Ryuki's. Mizuki was already ready to go after just a few hours, though the doctors and nurses were certain that the anesthesia shouldn't have worn off yet and insisted she stay for observation. No one else was allowed in the room at the moment, so it was just her and them. Though they spoke to her, Mizuki's gaze went slightly far away as she poked the mental channel in her head.]
Hey, old man. You still here? You better not be back at Atami again.
[And she kind of hated the fact that a part of her was nervous to hear back, or not hear anything at all. That there'd just be nothing in response, just like all the times she tried to call his phone in the past six years.]
[ This is awkward, to say the least -- not that any other word could be used to describe Date as a whole more accurately. Well, terrible, maybe. For a good moment, he seriously considers just ignoring the voice, pretending Something had happened to their shared communication, whoops! But while he doesn't remember those six years, they still exist, and he is sure Mizuki remembers them sharply.
Better not add on to all the horrible karma he's accrued over the years. ]
Ah, Mizuki. You just caught me as I was about to head to the beach.
[ Ha, no. He's still here in the city. Maybe when he retires, he'll head back to Atami. He's been gone long enough, has all these things to sort out (or not sort out, he's avoiding them).
And maybe he is a little worried. Not enough to let Mizuki at him just yet, even though he's sure pulling some strings would get him visitation before technically permitted. ]
[Of course she wouldn't, and she couldn't help the relief that lets her breathe out a sigh that has the nurses raising an eyebrow. Banter was just how they worked, and god, she missed it.]
Anyway, I'm leaving when these doctors are done lecturing at me. Meet me at home?
[Yes, Mizuki is planning on escaping. They can claim all they want that the anesthesia hasn't worn off, but she feels fine. Besides, if they kept her here for much longer, she'd drive herself up the wall with anxiety and boredom, so might as well skip all that.]
[ She's leaving? Well, of course she's leaving. Date would do the exact same thing, but it's different when he does it; Mizuki should actually take care of herself, and... wait, he's been setting a bad example all these years, hasn't he? ]
Let me pick you up before you drown me, at least.
[ Probably a bad idea, and Mizuki is going to tell him to fuck off and get hit by a car, or something similar, but uh. He's supposed to be a guardian figure, right? Kind of? ]
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/crashes in lateeee
When Date comes to, he might find himself unable to move. Not because he drowned in all that blood, but rather because his body remains strapped to the psync chair, where the subject sits. With what he considers his own face looking down at him. The depraved smirk tugging at the lips and the lack of missing eye are the only irrefutable proofs that it's not actually his own reflection staring back at him from above.]
Oh, you're awake. But it's too late. Six minutes are up. You know what that means, don't you?
i am also lateeeeee
This is probably not the time for a smarmy quip, even though he utilizes far more brain power than he likely ought to in thinking of one. Maybe that time would be better spent trying to free himself, but he knows, in his current state, it is pretty much a lost cause. At least for the moment; if he waits it out, then... ]
Six minutes, is it? Would you care to refresh my memory?
[ Like he hasn't been told often enough that he can recite it in his sleep. ]
I am even later than late!!!!!
Soon enough, you'll return what's rightfully mine.
[His body — or most specifically, his brain. Saito leans in, invading the body thief's personal space further by placing a hand on his head, letting gloved fingers slide into the pale strands at the top of Date's head.]
Then, once we're back in the real world, I'll show you the most beautiful fireworks spectacle you've ever seen: you'll watch as I blow Iris' and Hitomi's brains out. I hope you're looking forward to it as much as I am.
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And, of course, there was the bullet that was still lodged in her shoulder. Yet another scar from a gun. Though she didn't want to go to the hospital, Bibi and all of her other friends insisted, practically forced her to. So, there she went to get the bullet removed.
It was a quick one, much less complicated than Ryuki's. Mizuki was already ready to go after just a few hours, though the doctors and nurses were certain that the anesthesia shouldn't have worn off yet and insisted she stay for observation. No one else was allowed in the room at the moment, so it was just her and them. Though they spoke to her, Mizuki's gaze went slightly far away as she poked the mental channel in her head.]
Hey, old man. You still here? You better not be back at Atami again.
[And she kind of hated the fact that a part of her was nervous to hear back, or not hear anything at all. That there'd just be nothing in response, just like all the times she tried to call his phone in the past six years.]
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Better not add on to all the horrible karma he's accrued over the years. ]
Ah, Mizuki. You just caught me as I was about to head to the beach.
[ Ha, no. He's still here in the city. Maybe when he retires, he'll head back to Atami. He's been gone long enough, has all these things to sort out (or not sort out, he's avoiding them).
And maybe he is a little worried. Not enough to let Mizuki at him just yet, even though he's sure pulling some strings would get him visitation before technically permitted. ]
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[Of course she wouldn't, and she couldn't help the relief that lets her breathe out a sigh that has the nurses raising an eyebrow. Banter was just how they worked, and god, she missed it.]
Anyway, I'm leaving when these doctors are done lecturing at me. Meet me at home?
[Yes, Mizuki is planning on escaping. They can claim all they want that the anesthesia hasn't worn off, but she feels fine. Besides, if they kept her here for much longer, she'd drive herself up the wall with anxiety and boredom, so might as well skip all that.]
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Let me pick you up before you drown me, at least.
[ Probably a bad idea, and Mizuki is going to tell him to fuck off and get hit by a car, or something similar, but uh. He's supposed to be a guardian figure, right? Kind of? ]