Toshio Ozaki (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
sotobas_lot) wrote2012-02-20 12:36 pm
sotobas_lot) wrote2012-02-20 12:36 pm
[Real Life with DM and BRS]
[He's re-watched the tapes. Their interruption is a moment now permanently on video. His wife's actual death is, too, but he doesn't have the technology to merge VHS with some digital video format into one place.
In the end doesn't this black and white mess look like some college film student's horror project? That's what he thought of even the technicolor displays on the community at first.
It probably wouldn't convince anyone without physically present, tangible proof, like a cold, moving body.
Then again, his wife's disappearance, without a funeral, might turn them on him; they could think he was the mastermind behind everything. He was very good at failing to save them. If they had wanted to control the doctor of the town, they would have puppetted him exactly as he'd acted; concerned, desperate, but ineffective. The difference was that if he did it himself, he could do it in the day time.
But he's not suicidal, and he's not that ready to throw away everything, even if he seems ready to throw in the towel. Making himself a mastermind and revealing a false plan to get the town into a flurry that would probably only get them all killed isn't appealing beyond a self indulgent fantasy of ruining things for everybody.
That's... an unsettlingly Kefka-like thought. Disgusting.
He needs get get out. He can still walk in the sunlight for a little longer. Dead Master is here. So he, at least, will probably always be safe. The question is in what kind of world. Even going out into the village, there won't be much of anybody left to meet, and the mood won't be cheerful.
Still, he can't bring himself to talk to anybody in the house. His mother's a difficult woman even without her rants about supposing his wife ran away back home at a time like this, just because she was feeling ill. It was his own cover story, so he had to live with it, but... It was going to be found out eventually.
Everything felt like a ticking time bomb.
Then there was Dead Master.
She stopped him. He'd look like the villain here, he had said. He's hesitated too much; now she could take the blame as part of that party.
No. That wasn't what was uncomfortable.
She...
Never mind.
Just walk. Just get out for a little while.]
In the end doesn't this black and white mess look like some college film student's horror project? That's what he thought of even the technicolor displays on the community at first.
It probably wouldn't convince anyone without physically present, tangible proof, like a cold, moving body.
Then again, his wife's disappearance, without a funeral, might turn them on him; they could think he was the mastermind behind everything. He was very good at failing to save them. If they had wanted to control the doctor of the town, they would have puppetted him exactly as he'd acted; concerned, desperate, but ineffective. The difference was that if he did it himself, he could do it in the day time.
But he's not suicidal, and he's not that ready to throw away everything, even if he seems ready to throw in the towel. Making himself a mastermind and revealing a false plan to get the town into a flurry that would probably only get them all killed isn't appealing beyond a self indulgent fantasy of ruining things for everybody.
That's... an unsettlingly Kefka-like thought. Disgusting.
He needs get get out. He can still walk in the sunlight for a little longer. Dead Master is here. So he, at least, will probably always be safe. The question is in what kind of world. Even going out into the village, there won't be much of anybody left to meet, and the mood won't be cheerful.
Still, he can't bring himself to talk to anybody in the house. His mother's a difficult woman even without her rants about supposing his wife ran away back home at a time like this, just because she was feeling ill. It was his own cover story, so he had to live with it, but... It was going to be found out eventually.
Everything felt like a ticking time bomb.
Then there was Dead Master.
She stopped him. He'd look like the villain here, he had said. He's hesitated too much; now she could take the blame as part of that party.
No. That wasn't what was uncomfortable.
She...
Never mind.
Just walk. Just get out for a little while.]
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/jumping in here
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... The village is, uh, pretty. [what is smalltalk]
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eating the golden apple.
[ she knows Shooter's been watching the community; but Ozaki hasn't- or at least she doesn't think he has. he'd need a warning.also, Shooter, if you don't want yours, she'll take it away. ]
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Caught up in those thoughts, he watches what he can only deem as Dead Master silently pressuring the other girl to talk.
Somebody more reclusive and difficult to speak to than her.
Just what sort of company is he trying to keep, here?]
Ah.... Is it? [His voice seems to rise almost submissively in pitch, trying just as hard as she is for small talk.] It doesn't really suit the tastes of most girls your two's age, so that's surprising to hear... Ha... ha....
[Ohthankgod, apple talk. Whatever it is and however dangerous it is, it's geared towards a specific topic.] The one with the parting note? I don't think most people would take a bite of something as cryptic as that even without knowing the community...
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second thought to eating it.
[ girls their age. she doesn't even know her own age. for how she appears, all she can say is that she seems to look older than Yomi by a few years. ] Although I do wonder-I have ever seen you under
Ozaki Toshio,
I will take it.
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It seems the community's been pretty quiet with them for a while. It's embarassing to say as a former part of what was once the research team, but the dead girl may be doing better fighting it off with cookies and costume parties than months of our data collecting had been able to manage... But, by all means, if you have a use for it...
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Kefka at all?
[ she probably shouldn't be bringing up that situation. but she hardly speaks with him, so she may as well ask now before he disappears into his clinic for who knows how long. ][ ooc: she'll certainly be taking that apple then wherever he placed it. she'll be using it, too. for research purposes. ]
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At any rate, it seems that I'm the villain in the people's eyes, now...
[The apple is right on his desk; he's not exactly worried about any nursing staff or such taking it. They're not stupid enough to pick up and eat any old strange object.]
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a villain at all,
if you wish to protect others. [ not that he ever wished to protect his own wife. but that's beside the point, right? besides- ] You did not killno subject
[if you were trying to protect him, you're not a villain, Dead Master.]
[Shooter still doesn't say anything, though it's more out of how she usually is than unfamiliar awkwardness now.]
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Shooter, your words are reassuring. ]
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what else are we going to do here in the meantime?]
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I may show Shooter, or
what we may do