The Last Supper - Taisho Roman Revolution

[idolpro]

[ The elevator lets you out into a private room: from the decor, it is doubtlessly an enclave of the restaurant you saw earlier on screen.

Your phones have filled with a rather sizable rule list. ]

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[syncintohell]

[ staring at his phone in horror ]

[syncintohell]

[ then turning around, and with a wordless vocalization of fury taking his axe to a table and hacking his rage into it. ]

[sonof]

[ flinches at the noise, folding his arms and hunching down into his shoulders ]

Is that necessary? Zea.

[syncintohell]

[ IS IT, NO. but congrats you have earned a monologue from Zea: though it's really questionable how much he's listening ]

This again— how many times must we have our minds taken from us, choices torn asunder and left with only a path of violence and senselessness!

[ The thud of his axe in wood, dull and repetitive ]

Hah! Hah, I knew it, it would have been far better had I died then!

[ The wood splinters further under the pressure and weight ]

That I would bury my axe in my gut sooner before it rests in another's skull— what beauty is there left in this crumbling world?!

[ Plants one food in the wrecked table, kicking downward with all his weight to force the two halves asunder ]

I, who has been left broken, at least wish not to break others! But what option do I have do that?! Where am I left to turn?!

[syncintohell]

[ he looks down at the wreckage, and the axe in his own hand and recoils

Tosses it aside, so it plants itself solidly in the wall

and just collapses to his knees and doubles over, arms wrapped around his own waist, shoulders shaking ]

[rollplayinghouse]

That isn't helping anything. Calm down so we can figure out how to get through this. You can have a breakdown later.

[syncintohell]

[ immediately manic again ]

Hah! You think this is something I can do on command!? That being told to cease will make this madness within me cessate to reason! How absurd!

[syncintohell]

[ another voice: ]

I, ah, can't be sure he'll calm down but. . . I can help decide, instead.

[rollplayinghouse]

[...... sure.]

Fine. What do you think, then?

1/2

[syncintohell]

Do not speak over me!

[furrytailprince]

[ Just whimpers and hangs back, not knowing what else to do ]

[syncintohell]

[ lowers his head to the floor, so he doesn't have to see everyone gazing at him with pity and judgement ]

[furrytailprince]

... You are not broken. Do not allow that.

[sonof]

[ props himself against a wall and hugs himself a little tighter, tone flat ]

Become our heart, then.

[syncintohell]

[ His head snaps up and he argues: ]

And sentence another to become stained as I have been!? If I can prevent another from becoming twisted then I will bloody these hands again as many times as is needed!

[sonof]

Twisted by becoming monstrous, or twisted by our actions?

[bluerosestyle]

[watches, there's no judgement here. also who needs tables... not that he can say anything to any of that]

[syncintohell]

[ he's caught between manic fury and just collapsing in panic and despair. he's... really not well suited for this. ]

[bluerosestyle]

[calmly approaches, and sits next to]

[hashtagaesthetic]

[kind of. wants to engage. but. he's well aware he's in hot water when it comes to kuzu, so.........

doesn't.]

[syncintohell]

[ enjoy the front row view to the most erratic of his behaviors ]

1/2

[acappsella]

[ i thought i wasn't okay but you are absurdly not okay

startling with the axe noise ]

W-what the hell is happening!? What are you -

[acappsella]

[ oh right you are surprisingly more delicate than I am

Quieting, still like even his heart has stopped, briefly ]

. . . Kuzuebiko. . .

[syncintohell]

[ flinching away, curling more into himself ]

Ken, I wish you would not have to see me like this.

[acappsella]

[ wow uh ]

- sorry.

[ wait that's not quite right ]

. . . Just - just sit tight. We'll figure something out . . . you know?