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[ .. wow. Cue Ange holding the phone a little bit further away from her - since she was holding it up to her ear just now, even if it was lazily. But she does not want that kind of yelling directly into her ear, nope, she values her sense of hearing a little bit too much for that.

She doesn't slowly move it back until she's absolutely sure he's done yelling for the moment. ]

Oh, it's you.

[ CALMLY....... despite, you know, his own yelling over there.

She doesn't even say anything else. This is just it. This is the message. ]

Of course it is!

[Now that that's been established, Arakita can move to talking (potentially yelling) about what he actually wants to say, and that's-

....

Uh.

Well, obviously she's alive, so that's that and the purpose of this call has been fulfilled. Arakita also knows that calling someone, yelling at them for not picking up on the first ring, and then immediately hanging up is really, really stupid, probably more stupid than calling them in the first place. Saying "so you didn't go back and jump after I left, right" is about stupid to the power of ten, and he knows the answer to "so you're better now, right".

This doesn't leave him with much but uncomfortable, frustrated silence for a few seconds.]

People will think you disappeared or something if you don't pick up the damn phone, idiot.

[yeah, people totally will.]

[ It's not really the response she expected to hear.. but on the other hand, at least he's not yelling again. For now, anyway. Ange's hearing sense might live to see another day after all.. ]

I doubt it. [ It's not the same hollow defeatist tone as she used back there on that rooftop, but there's somewhat of a same sentiment about it. Just one she sounds an awful lot more okay with, for some reason. ]

Is there even anyone who pays enough attention to me to realise that?

[ Yeah....... people... ]

I'd be surprised if anyone found out within a month or two's worth of time before someone is like "oh, hey, I haven't seen that gloomy girl around, ruining the atmosphere. What's up with that?"

[It's not quite the same tone as back then, but it's not exactly a tone that makes Arakita happy either. It's still passive, defeatist and accepting the world's disdain.

God, she's so annoying, with her monotone and stiff-face.

That's whats bothering him here.]

Seriously? That's your crappy justification? Of course they'll say shit like that if you're trying to prove 'em right.

[...probably harsher than necessary.]

Come on. There's gotta be some dumbass around here that'll spout obnoxious cheerfulness at you if you want that.

[...way harsher than necessary.]

[ Even if he may be harsh, at least he's not wrong. It's true, there's been plenty of people in the past who have "spouted obnoxious cheerfulness" at her. There even are some now, even if she's not as close to as many anymore.

But it's exactly that last fact that makes her think most of them wouldn't even notice. Not that she can't cover it up with a thick layer of casualness so it seems like she doesn't care, though. ]

Why are you so convinced of that?

[ giving arakita philosophical life crisises over dumb shit.. always.. ]

Hah? Isn't it obvious? There's a ton of people like that here. No matter how shitty it gets here, they keep talking like the sun shines out of their ass.

[And if they're cheerful towards someone like him, they'll be definitely cheerful to an expressionless girl like her.]

If they're still going on about it here, then they ain't gonna stop just because you're a weird stiff-face.

[Translation: You're not terrible enough to make people not care about you, probably.]

Edited 2015-03-16 05:11 (UTC)

You'd be pretty surprised. This kind of weird stiff-face has a mysterious sort of power.

[ No, it doesn't. People still vomit sunshine and rainbows at her at every corner - a girl can't even try to jump off a building in peace without running into at least five of them, it's seriously inconvenient.

.. A small pause, and then there's a sound like she's lazily rolling over. The exciting life of Ange Ushiromiya.. ]

Should I teach you that power too? It might make you sound a little less crany for once. It doesn't suit a prince.

[...He'd agree with that- sort of. But the weird stiff-face back home had a mysterious power to attract people to them instead of pushing them away.]

Ghh- how many times do I have to fucking tell you-

[Actually, after a click of his tongue, he probably realizes that number does not exist. He's stuck with that name, isn't he. It's futile, isn't it.]

No way would I want to become like that. I've had enough of dealing with that shit before I got dumped here!

[And he gets enough comments about his face. Changing his usual expression would probably double them.]

'sides, you said you were the "witch" here. Keep your weird powers to yourself.

Edited (GODDAMNIT SORRY i suck at html) 2015-03-20 05:13 (UTC)

[ Totally futile. It's probably since it's such an obvious answer that Ange doesn't even bother to answer it out loud when he asks it..

Instead a soft sound escapes her - it's hard to make out just what sort of emotion or intention is behind it. ]

You believed that I'm a witch, but you're still worrying about me?

[He hears the sound, but the meaning is lost on him in the ensuing feeling that comes immediately with her asking that question. Where does he even start with that, he has no idea, so he automatically goes to forcing prickliness to cover up... whatever he just felt.

Frustration, yeah. That was it. Frustration at her Wrong Assessment.]

Ah? When did I say I was worrying about you?!

[He never said anything about it, sure.]

Hey, never said I believed you either. It just sounds like more of that fairy tale crap you keep talkin' about.

...

Tch- Even if you're some kinda witch, it's not like you've done any magical bullshit to me.

[that's where 75% of his dislike of "freak powers" comes from, honestly.]

[ It's easier when he denies worrying about her, anyway. Even if Ange asks the question fairly casually, the concept of people worrying or even - god forbid - caring is a difficult one for her to deal with, even after all this time.

And the last thing she wants is for the tables to be turned around on her and forcing her into the tsun position here. She's more than fine with that remaining on just his plate. ]

I'm pretty sure any magic would be wasted on you. If I'd make you smile just a little bit more, people might start thinking you've turned into a total psycho. It doesn't suit you.

[ At least she genuinely believes that last part.. but Arakita is probably capable of being happy in his own way without smiling. Or maybe with just slightly less scowling. Who knows. ]

I wasn't lying though. I really am a witch.

Shut up! [Sure, he's gotten enough comments about his appearance to be used to it, but that doesn't mean he likes it. And he's not going to ask what "suits" him either, since.. he either knows or doesn't want to hear the answer from her.

The second part of that, however, is something he doesn't have a fast or sharp quip to reply with. It takes him a moment.]

...Seriously? A robot, a vampire, that psychic guy, now you... Is no one in this goddamn city normal?

[Truly spoken like someone who knows the answer is "no".

He pauses for a second, and then abruptly-]

So, what can you do?

Well, you're oddly into bikes, and you don't see me saying anything about that. [ MAYBE TO WEIRD ANIMES, YOU'RE THE WEIRD ANIME, ARAKITA... Ange can't even imagine a life that revolves around normally going to high school and having fun with friends.. clubs..?? Friendship..?? What are those things, that only happens on tv, right.

But at least she won't linger on it for too long. ]

Anyway, isn't that question a little hard to answer? What, do you expect me to do some magic trick for your birthday party?

[Oddly into bikes? He clicks his tongue. Then again, his reference for "oddly into bikes" is a guy who's more or less in love with it, so, well. you're still the weird anime here, ange.]

You can't just go on about how bein' a witch is a reason to hate you and then do nothing to prove it! What the hell!

[A loud "hmph".]

Don't tell me you've got "invisible magic" or some bullshit.

[ She sighs.

Fine. You know what, Arakita. You want witch bullshit? Because she can reproduce witch bullshit pretty well if she has to, you know.

Her tone is even flatter than usually - like she's reciting something. ]

On the first twilight, offer the six chosen by the key as sacrifices.
On the second twilight, those who remain shall tear apart the two who are close.
On the third twilight, those who remain shall praise my noble name.
On the fourth twilight, gouge the head and kill.
On the fifth twilight, gouge the chest and kill.
On the sixth twilight, gouge the stomach and kill.
On the seventh twilight, gouge the knee and kill.
On the eighth twilight, gouge the leg and kill.
On the ninth twilight, the witch shall revive, and none shall be left alive.

[ ... ]

Well, I guess not all of those relate to my powers though, but most of them do. [ THE ONLY EXPLANATION SHE PROVIDES.. APPARENTLY.. ]

[Admittedly, Arakita didn't know much about witches (besides that, you know, they weren't real), and even less about what actually being a witch entailed besides having ambiguous "magic"-- or whatever. Spells and shit, right.

He goes in with that sort of flippant attitude towards whatever she's about to explain, and what sounds like the beginning of the worst nursery rhyme ever turns into... something.

By the fourth line, he didn't know what to expect, but it was not that, Whatever that was.

It was- creepy. disturbing. In a careless, flat, practiced tone of voice that he decided he really didn't like hearing, at all.]

--What the fuck?!

[The only reaction he provides... initially. It's not difficult to come up with more after a half a second.]

So what, your power is to- come back to life after stabbing someone fucking everywhere and killing people as sacrifices?!

[That's what he got, at least, from hearing it once in a monotone.]

[ At least his reaction isn't too surprising. It's an epitaph that Ange already heard as a little girl, so she's way used to it, but it's not something that's normal for most people. She's very aware that her family is just.. well, eccentric would still be putting it in a light sort of way. ]

Technically that was referring to another witch, so that reviving part doesn't apply to me. [ She's explaining it as if he asked about some scientific problem rather than.. you know, creepy horror death. ] But the killing part, yeah. All that gouging and tearing is part of my power, I sort of inherited from her. So I guess you could call her my predecessor.

[He doesn't know where to start.

Gouging and tearing-- if she can just do that by willing it (because that's what magic can do, right), then that's way fucking worse than the only other "magic" he's really seen here.

His initial, instinctual reaction- to both what she's saying and how she's saying it- is to back away from this "freaky shit" and react how he did with every other time something like this had been thrown at him here, especially since she may well possibly be admitting to murder.

But that's not the important part of this, or the way he knows he "should" react. Even in a situation so far removed from what he's used to, Arakita will always argue that words are meaningless without action behind them. He remembers this after second of silent thinking.]

...Just because you can doesn't mean you have, right?

..

I have.

[ To Ange's credit, it doesn't come out as easily as the rest did. There's an actual moment of hesitation, although it's hard to pin down why - did she have to consider whether she'd tell him? Did she have to think about whether it really counts as killing since Umineko is the most convoluted canon to have graced this Earth since Evangelion? Who knows. ]

I killed a whole group of men with it back home. [ Granted, those people were out to kill her and it was a last move of self-defense, but for the moment, she's leaving it out purposefully. Just to see what he'll say. ]

Why..? Would you rather have let me jump back then, knowing this?

[He's quiet, probably too quiet for him, after both the admittance and the question, for more than a few heavy seconds.

What the hell, Ange.

She's bluntly honest, and even if she liked to spin up fairy-tale jokes, he doesn't thing she would lie about something like this.

He has good sense about people, he knows and is going to trust that. She's weird, but she's not insane. She's apathetic and blunt, but not sociopathic. She didn't seem like the type to do it for fun or because she felt like it.

...If her tears back then, on the very ledge she's asking about, were honest. He thought they were.

It isn't having faith in her (he's not admitting that it is), but he concludes that she has to have a reason for it.]

Why'd you do it.

[He's not giving her an answer to her question until she answers that-- statement. It's less of a question and much more of a demand. If this were a video feed rather than an audio, his stare would be directly and piercingly on her- but even that can almost be felt through his voice.]

[ The question comes out as a demand, it's very direct, like he isn't going to quit all this until he gets an answer. But despite that, it doesn't sound like he's condemning her yet. He's not yelling at her like she's nuts for doing it - something that wouldn't even really surprise her, considering what Arakita is usually like.

What, is he giving her a chance even though she said that..? She's come to accept there's just some people here in Haven who will throw unconditional trust and love to everyone like some magical girl, but he's not like that. Then why is he specifically trusting her on this one, that she has a good explanation for it?

She doesn't get it, but even so, it's enough to give her the kind of feeling that makes her not want to lie or joke about the reason - she answers honestly. ]

My mother's side of the family is.. well, yakuza, to put it bluntly. My aunt came after me to get rid of me so she'd inherit my family's fortune. It was either that or just letting myself get humiliated and slaughtered by her.

[In the seconds it takes for Ange to consider how she answers, Arakita comes up with a few theories about why she did this- all of them involving some variation of "she had to to save herself".

Really, by now, he should have expected something unbelievable, but that explanation still beyond far-fetched. Even for a supposed witch, and he knows he should have trouble believing it.

How deep did it go with this girl? His reaction, as expected, comes out quickly and loudly.]

Of course it's something fucked up like that. You're a witch? Your Yakuza aunt's trying to kill you for some money? You killed them all to save yourself? Seriously, is there anything about you that isn't weird?!

[And why does that bother him so much on a level that isn't annoyance at her?

A second passes, and the belligerent tone leaves his voice with a huff. What is he doing, even he doesn't fully feel confident in this- and that's unusual, for him.]

I haven't caught you lying yet, and you're not insane. You wouldn't fucking murder someone for nothing. But don't think I'm just forgetting about what you did, even if you ain't lying and had a good reason for it.

[Arakita never really bothered with those theoretical ethic questions that everyone seemed to love to debate about, but he thinks he's somewhere in between "murder can be justified" and "murder is always wrong".

Haven's changing him.]

And don't let me catch you lyin' either. That's when I'll regret pulling you away from that ledge.

[And that's the answer to her question that he'll stick to- for now.]

Edited 2015-04-08 06:06 (UTC)

[ Being called weird doesn't bother her too much. She's been called weird so very often in her life that it's become just as much of a describing word as saying something is yellow. Yeah, she's weird. Everything in her life is weird. Even discounting the supernatural elements, her life is already weird. Adding those in only makes it weirder.

It's just a fact - and it's how she deals with Haven more easily than most people might, when she's already accepted the fact that everything in her life is weird.

But it's the rest that catches her off guard a little, just enough for words to slip out of her mouth. ]

.. I wouldn't.

[ Lie to you, that is. Thankfully she doesn't say that as well, but it's still very easily implied by the way she says it so softly, almost as if she's in some sort of daze.

(Not that it isn't true - she would mess with him in a deadpan way, yes, but she wouldn't lie about the actually important things.) ]

[ But admitting that is exactly the bad thing, so she's quick to try and correct herself, shifting so she's sitting up on the bed. ]

What I'm saying is that you'd yell at me forever if I lied, and it'd be a huge pain. Do you think I'm some sort of weird masochist who'd willingly undergo that?

[He may be extremely forward in his feelings, but he's also pretty good at picking up meaning behind words. Considering how used to he's gotten to that flat, expressionless way of her way of talking, the soft way she says that lets him mentally finish the rest of the sentence without her having to say it.

He's quiet, for the moment, silently finalizing the decision to trust her on this- for the moment, at least.

But with her return to something defensively sarcastic, he feels the need to follow her there. If she's not going to be vulnerable, neither will he.

He puffs up his chest, and that familiar belligerent tone returns. Here, it's territory where he's much more confident.]

Justify it however you want, I don't care. Just don't lie.

[He snorts, clearly a measure to return to that familiar territory rather than from actual deep annoyance.]

Who said anything about being a masochist? [what did he say about the weird sex shit, ange.] Don't make it weirder than it already is, moron.

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