[ He starts on an answer but he doesn't finish it, because the mirrors decide to intervene. Koharu can hear the loud thrum of club music and the sound of a man discussing things jovially.
'Whatever will get your surly face to lighten up Marcoh! You're basically one of us now after all!' and a laugh, the sound of clinking metal and glass. The music thumps loudly as a one-sided conversation with this man continues, talking about plans he's got for this and that, and Marcoh's place in it.
'Riccardo. I need to talk to you, alone,' Koharu finally hears in his voice. The other man, Riccardo, just seems to laugh it off.
'Whatever you have to say, you can just say it here cognatino.'
More silence. Then abruptly, the sound of violence breaks out. A sharp 'Hey!' from a few other voices, guardsmen, and more sounds that sound nebulously like punching and kicking. A few startled yells break out around them, the sound of things falling over. The first voice speaks again, sounding wetter and a bit nasal.
'What the fuck—piece of shit! You and your whore of a sister will pay for this, you fucking f—'
A sharp noise of impact and a crash. And then it continues. The sound of something being hit, over and over and over again between gasped curses that turn into wet wheezes, a croaked plead between. There's multiple, audible cracks, the slamming sound getting louder and worse. Some lower, guttural sound mixed in somewhere under all of that, grunts of exertion and something angry. And with seemingly one final roar of rage, short silence -- and the sound of something crashing and smashing a small distance away, all clear enough to not be drowned out by the thrum of the club's music.
It's followed by screaming and yelling, of clubgoers and men alike. Huffs of exertion that sounds like Marcoh's and a hell of a lot of fighting, the slam of a door being pushed open, and the music being left far behind. ]
We need to go.
[ There's more to this, but it's like around when the violence starts that Maroch is like. We need to leave. ]
[ —Oh. Oh, no. Koharu freezes as the scene plays out, and all she can do is stand and listen to it. While she isn't able to see what's happening, she's able to pick up enough from the sounds and voices alone—and she isn't liking it, either. ]
W- what?! [ Koharu glances around, but try as she might, it doesn't help her figure out where she is. ] Why did it...
[ He grabs her hand and tries to lead them out, but the fucking maze is probably one of the worst things possible to exist in this place by far. It continues, the sound of sneakers hitting pavement and the huff of exerted breath, the Marcoh in the memory running through alleys and hopping corners as the Marcoh in the present tries desperately to lead them out.
There's the sound of a door opening, and it's quiet outside of trying to catch heavy breaths. A rustle here and there, the shuffling of feet and knocking down things here and there. And abruptly out of the blue, a telephone ring that feels loud enough to jump you out of your skin. A hesitance, and then picking it up.
'Hi Marcoh! Thought I'd call, how are you?' starts a feminine voice on the line.
'Are you okay? Where are you?' asks Marcoh's voice.
'I'm doing great, Marcoh. I'm in Riccardo's summer villa in Valland. The weather's lovely here, you really should take a break sometime and come visit!'
A short pause, then.
'I can't. I—listen. Riccardo's dead.'
'What? What happened?'
'I killed him, Venere.'
A long stretch of silence that feels longer than it should, almost overbearing in its weight. Then finally --
'Why, Marcoh?'
It's followed by a hushed rush of confessions. He wasn't good for you, Venere. He threatened to kill you if I didn't do what he wanted. He gave me Family tasks to do. He made me kill someone for him. I had to. He had to die. A quiet silence again at the end of it, nervous tension thick in the air.
'...Alright, Marcoh. I understand…' she finally answers. Her tone is conflicted, but she sounds inclined to believe him. 'I didn't know he'd… you did that for me, then. I'm so sorry…'
'It's fine. They're after me now. The Family. The police too. I need to go. You need to escape.'
'Okay… alright. Let me think—what about Rondon? The church doesn't have much power there and it's a long ways away. We can figure out what to do from there. I'll get my things and I'll take the first train I can to the capital. Meet me at the central station?'
Marcoh agrees to this.
'Great. And Marcoh—You're my brother. I love you, okay?'
'...Yeah. I love you too.'
Then there's the sound of the phone being hung up. The rest is the sound of more shuffling and movement, out to the city again, and eventually, the sound of a train... and that's it. ]
[ He insists on not listening, and Koharu wishes she could comply, but she finds herself unable to drown out the conversation that plays out around them. Like automatic, her feet move on their own as she's lead around in directions she can't make sense of, her heart sinking deeper into her stomach as the scenario grows more dire.
There's no hiding her expression as the gravity of the memory gradually dawns on her. It eventually comes to a close, but she still moves. ]
[ He keeps moving through the end of it but there's no denying the slowing down, the eventual standstill, the quiet squeeze of her hand that comes from his own tenseness more than an effort to be comforting.
He stops, eventually, and glances back down at Koharu, chilling at the look on her face. ]
[ He slows down, and her along with it; at this point, her stomach may as well be tying into a knot. Marcoh is silent, and though she feels his grip tighten around her hand, she can't tell what he's thinking. Is he angry with her...?
After what feels like hours passing within the span of minutes, Koharu ventures into the silence. ]
I— I'm sorry, I should've stopped and covered my ears.
[ He feels pretty guilty that despite that, she'd still hold his hand. But he'll lead them out then. You can still give me a mem back or not whatever you like... ]
They wander through, and it almost seems as if all will remain silent. Unfortunately, through the images that begin to ripple back to life upon the surface of mirrors, a loud crash interrupts the silence they both surely wished would stay. And with that, a scene begins to play. (p. 24-30, yippee) ]
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It's okay. Normal-size.
[ He feels awkward when he gets praised like this... IS IT NOT NORMAL TO!! ]
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[ World's already tough as it is. ]
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But I hope you get that big house with your sister, anyway.
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[ Sorry there's just. Somewhat melancholic silence about this. ]
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Marcoh? Is something wrong?
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[ He starts on an answer but he doesn't finish it, because the mirrors decide to intervene. Koharu can hear the loud thrum of club music and the sound of a man discussing things jovially.
'Whatever will get your surly face to lighten up Marcoh! You're basically one of us now after all!' and a laugh, the sound of clinking metal and glass. The music thumps loudly as a one-sided conversation with this man continues, talking about plans he's got for this and that, and Marcoh's place in it.
'Riccardo. I need to talk to you, alone,' Koharu finally hears in his voice. The other man, Riccardo, just seems to laugh it off.
'Whatever you have to say, you can just say it here cognatino.'
More silence. Then abruptly, the sound of violence breaks out. A sharp 'Hey!' from a few other voices, guardsmen, and more sounds that sound nebulously like punching and kicking. A few startled yells break out around them, the sound of things falling over. The first voice speaks again, sounding wetter and a bit nasal.
'What the fuck—piece of shit! You and your whore of a sister will pay for this, you fucking f—'
A sharp noise of impact and a crash. And then it continues. The sound of something being hit, over and over and over again between gasped curses that turn into wet wheezes, a croaked plead between. There's multiple, audible cracks, the slamming sound getting louder and worse. Some lower, guttural sound mixed in somewhere under all of that, grunts of exertion and something angry. And with seemingly one final roar of rage, short silence -- and the sound of something crashing and smashing a small distance away, all clear enough to not be drowned out by the thrum of the club's music.
It's followed by screaming and yelling, of clubgoers and men alike. Huffs of exertion that sounds like Marcoh's and a hell of a lot of fighting, the slam of a door being pushed open, and the music being left far behind. ]
We need to go.
[ There's more to this, but it's like around when the violence starts that Maroch is like. We need to leave. ]
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W- what?! [ Koharu glances around, but try as she might, it doesn't help her figure out where she is. ] Why did it...
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[ He grabs her hand and tries to lead them out, but the fucking maze is probably one of the worst things possible to exist in this place by far. It continues, the sound of sneakers hitting pavement and the huff of exerted breath, the Marcoh in the memory running through alleys and hopping corners as the Marcoh in the present tries desperately to lead them out.
There's the sound of a door opening, and it's quiet outside of trying to catch heavy breaths. A rustle here and there, the shuffling of feet and knocking down things here and there. And abruptly out of the blue, a telephone ring that feels loud enough to jump you out of your skin. A hesitance, and then picking it up.
'Hi Marcoh! Thought I'd call, how are you?' starts a feminine voice on the line.
'Are you okay? Where are you?' asks Marcoh's voice.
'I'm doing great, Marcoh. I'm in Riccardo's summer villa in Valland. The weather's lovely here, you really should take a break sometime and come visit!'
A short pause, then.
'I can't. I—listen. Riccardo's dead.'
'What? What happened?'
'I killed him, Venere.'
A long stretch of silence that feels longer than it should, almost overbearing in its weight. Then finally --
'Why, Marcoh?'
It's followed by a hushed rush of confessions. He wasn't good for you, Venere. He threatened to kill you if I didn't do what he wanted. He gave me Family tasks to do. He made me kill someone for him. I had to. He had to die. A quiet silence again at the end of it, nervous tension thick in the air.
'...Alright, Marcoh. I understand…' she finally answers. Her tone is conflicted, but she sounds inclined to believe him. 'I didn't know he'd… you did that for me, then. I'm so sorry…'
'It's fine. They're after me now. The Family. The police too. I need to go. You need to escape.'
'Okay… alright. Let me think—what about Rondon? The church doesn't have much power there and it's a long ways away. We can figure out what to do from there. I'll get my things and I'll take the first train I can to the capital. Meet me at the central station?'
Marcoh agrees to this.
'Great. And Marcoh—You're my brother. I love you, okay?'
'...Yeah. I love you too.'
Then there's the sound of the phone being hung up. The rest is the sound of more shuffling and movement, out to the city again, and eventually, the sound of a train... and that's it. ]
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There's no hiding her expression as the gravity of the memory gradually dawns on her. It eventually comes to a close, but she still moves. ]
M... Marcoh—
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He stops, eventually, and glances back down at Koharu, chilling at the look on her face. ]
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After what feels like hours passing within the span of minutes, Koharu ventures into the silence. ]
I— I'm sorry, I should've stopped and covered my ears.
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[ It's really not her fault. ]
Sorry you had to hear that.
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... It's okay. I— I won't say anything.
[ like. how do you respond to "found out a friend killed a guy once". ]
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[ She's so right but Marcoh feels immensely sorry anyway. ]
Let's just... go.
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[ She grips his hand back. ]
Lead the way.
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They wander through, and it almost seems as if all will remain silent. Unfortunately, through the images that begin to ripple back to life upon the surface of mirrors, a loud crash interrupts the silence they both surely wished would stay. And with that, a scene begins to play. (p. 24-30, yippee) ]
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