It probably goes without saying that Koharu was not expecting to be here, because she's 1. dressed in loungewear and 2. is feeling around the mirrors lining the walls with her hands in a palpable air of confusion, borderline panic even. A decent amount of seconds pass, while this memory plays, before she calls out: ]
[ Koharu whips her head around as if it’ll help her find him; there’s a lot of voices she doesn’t recognize—a bunch of kids, from the sounds of it—but out of all of them she does recognize his. ]
[He steps forward. She's split into several copies, but with the movie running straight out of his head on the mirrors around them, the illusion isn't half so illusory as it might be otherwise.
Richie closes the distance, reaching for her hand.]
Don't worry about it. Let's just find a way out of here, yeah?
[Then Beverly's warning them about Henry and his knife.
And the scene shifts — it's him at his current age, in his night clothes, in Eddie Kaspbrak's room at the Derry Town Hall. Ben, Bill, and Beverly are there, as is Eddie himself.
[ He grabs her hand, tugs her along, and then stops short; it's sudden enough that Koharu bumps into him, startling herself backwards.
Her head whips around in an attempt to locate the unknown voices, for all the good that it does her. When he goes silent for long enough, Koharu gently tugs at his sleeve, her gaze trying to find his face—and utterly failing at it. ]
[ Koharu's free hand reaches for the walls again, fingers pressed upon the smooth surface of a mirror. It doesn't enlighten her any further, but there isn't an immediate response as she focuses on listening. ]
Like—memories? It sounds like they're all right next to us...
[ Ah—well, that provides some context to this. It doesn't paint an entire picture, but it's enough to start piecing the moment together. Koharu tugs her hand back as he gives a tug, one foot placed carefully in front of the other. ]
It's... about what you told me before?
[ The murders. Understandably, he never went into depth about it, but there's only one thing this could be about, the more she overhears. ]
[It's right about then that Pennywise comes on the radio, calling him out by name. Followed by a facsimile of Georgie Denbrough, crying about how big brother Bill was responsible for his getting killed.
Richie swears under his breath and takes his hand out of hers, moving it to her back instead.]
Cover your ears. You don't need to hear this bullshit.
[And he will guide her, blind and slightly deafened, through this wretched cacophony until the fucking memory is over. Jesus god, what a nightmare this week is going to be.]
[ Her reaction isn't immediate; though her feet more forward, Koharu grows shocked enough by what she hears that Richie's demand barely registers for a long moment. Eventually, she snaps back, and then nods. ]
O- okay!
[ And that's when she slaps both hands over her ears. It isn't perfect—it's no set of earplugs—but she tries to distract herself long enough for it to come and go. ]
[bless her, truly. It aches to be running her through this, but goddamit where was the fucking exit?
In short order he watches the kids stumble through the sewers and hear two of their lifelong bullies die. Then there's the grown-up gang, two short of the ideal seven, discovering that Bill's wife has irrationally, horrifically become involved. Down into the sewers they go, following the blueprint they made twenty seven years ago.
And at last, it's over. Richie slows his pace, gives her a soft pat on the back.]
[ Her hurried steps slow; she would have preferred to reach the exit before everything played out, but it seems like that wasn't possible. They zig-zagged around so much, Koharu has no idea where they could've possibly ended up. ]
I know, and I'm sorry too. It wouldn't have been happening if I weren't in here with you.
[He'll snug her close. A one-armed hug still feels only half-fulfilling, but he hopes it does the trick. He hates not being able to do better. Rerouting and coming up short.
A silly thing to get fixated on in this particular moment, but a thought that simmers at the back of his mind nonetheless.]
I think we're near the exit though. It can't be that much further. Stick with me for another minute, kay?
[ In spite of his thoughts, Koharu leans close against him, like her only means of protection against—wherever they could possibly be in. Given everything that had played out before them, with no way to tell they were simply in a room with mirrors playing a horribly cruel joke, it makes their surroundings feel that much more chilling. She does, at least, take comfort in his presence. ]
I will. Just lead the way.
[ But that isn't enough, of course. Just when it seems enough time has passed to feel safe, images ripple back to life upon the reflections of the mirrors, and another scene plays. (p. 6-19!!) ]
The memory that kicks up now is a tragedy of a different flavour. He doesn't understand at first. Why Koharu is stood behind a pair of college girls on a bench with her gun, watching them have an intimate conversation? One they never acknowledge party member number three for?
The more they talk though, the more clicks. Richie had tried to keep them moving out of respect but hearing that the girl had died slows his pace all too quick.]
[ It's fine; Koharu slows too. She can't see what shows up, but the moment a familiar voice starts speaking, she basically freezes in place, face paling as the horrible realization dawns on her. ]
Wh... what.
[ Oh no, oh no. All things considered, it isn't a terrible conversation—it's a bittersweet moment. But... ]
...How did it happen? If I might ask? [He'll shift his hold on her to be a more comforting hand to the back, rather than an urgent push.] Your passing and becoming a cupid.
[ While it isn't an easy talk, it isn't the most difficult; Koharu's had time to come to terms with it and where life has lead her now. It hurts at times, like a wound that hasn't quite healed yet, but she can manage. ]
It was—some freak accident. Aki and I were walking home from school like we usually do, but we... stopped. And talked for a little bit. [ He might be able to guess why. ] But the building we stopped under was still under construction, and a part of it collapsed on us.
[He knew it had to be a sudden thing. She never mentioned being sickly, or showed any signs of prior conditions. He supposes he ought to be grateful that it was an accident. Too many people here got gutted in gruesome ways, it would break his heart to hear that she suffered the same.
This is just heartbreaking in a different way.]
I'm sorry, Koharu. That must have been painful. [He has an urge to ruffle her hair. Fix her bangs or something, but he thinks it might be out of line in a way. She's a teenager, not a child, and not his child for that matter. He shouldn't be overbearing, not when this shit was already so damn hard to talk about. It's just hard to see her go through it, is all.]
Was that the first time you saw her since the accident?
[ She gives a small nod, standing still, gaze fixated on nothing; it's difficult to know where her eyes should settle when she can't see. ]
It was, but it didn't seem like long for me at all. [ One moment, she felt the world fading around her; in the next she was staring into the sky, not unlike waking up from nothing more than a deep sleep. It truly was a blink of an eye. ] Even now, it's weird to think that years have gone by.
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W3 MONDAY (CW: Child violence, child death, mentions of child murder, sewage??)
Take this.]
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It probably goes without saying that Koharu was not expecting to be here, because she's 1. dressed in loungewear and 2. is feeling around the mirrors lining the walls with her hands in a palpable air of confusion, borderline panic even. A decent amount of seconds pass, while this memory plays, before she calls out: ]
W— wait. Hello? Is someone there? Where is this?!
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[The echo comes from not too far, but not too close either. A shadow casts over part of the show, as if stepping onto the street alongside the kids.
Richie looks similarly confused. Dressed to be up and about maybe, but certainly not here. Not like this.]
Hey! You all right?
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[ Koharu whips her head around as if it’ll help her find him; there’s a lot of voices she doesn’t recognize—a bunch of kids, from the sounds of it—but out of all of them she does recognize his. ]
Is that you? What’s going on?
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Richie closes the distance, reaching for her hand.]
Don't worry about it. Let's just find a way out of here, yeah?
[Then Beverly's warning them about Henry and his knife.
And the scene shifts — it's him at his current age, in his night clothes, in Eddie Kaspbrak's room at the Derry Town Hall. Ben, Bill, and Beverly are there, as is Eddie himself.
As is the body of Henry Bowers.
Richie freezes, paling.]
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Her head whips around in an attempt to locate the unknown voices, for all the good that it does her. When he goes silent for long enough, Koharu gently tugs at his sleeve, her gaze trying to find his face—and utterly failing at it. ]
Richie? What's wrong?
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Richie inhales and looks down to her, a worrisome know between his brows. ]
...I think something's...It's pulling stuff out of our heads. Playing it like a movie. This is all stuff that happened to me.
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Like—memories? It sounds like they're all right next to us...
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[Richie takes a steadying breath. Then gives a gentle tug, one-two.]
It's not fun stuff. Let's just keep moving, okay Koharu?
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It's... about what you told me before?
[ The murders. Understandably, he never went into depth about it, but there's only one thing this could be about, the more she overhears. ]
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[It's right about then that Pennywise comes on the radio, calling him out by name. Followed by a facsimile of Georgie Denbrough, crying about how big brother Bill was responsible for his getting killed.
Richie swears under his breath and takes his hand out of hers, moving it to her back instead.]
Cover your ears. You don't need to hear this bullshit.
[And he will guide her, blind and slightly deafened, through this wretched cacophony until the fucking memory is over. Jesus god, what a nightmare this week is going to be.]
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O- okay!
[ And that's when she slaps both hands over her ears. It isn't perfect—it's no set of earplugs—but she tries to distract herself long enough for it to come and go. ]
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In short order he watches the kids stumble through the sewers and hear two of their lifelong bullies die. Then there's the grown-up gang, two short of the ideal seven, discovering that Bill's wife has irrationally, horrifically become involved. Down into the sewers they go, following the blueprint they made twenty seven years ago.
And at last, it's over. Richie slows his pace, gives her a soft pat on the back.]
You can uncover your ears now. It's gone.
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[ Her hurried steps slow; she would have preferred to reach the exit before everything played out, but it seems like that wasn't possible. They zig-zagged around so much, Koharu has no idea where they could've possibly ended up. ]
I'm sorry. I tried to ignore it...
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[He'll snug her close. A one-armed hug still feels only half-fulfilling, but he hopes it does the trick. He hates not being able to do better. Rerouting and coming up short.
A silly thing to get fixated on in this particular moment, but a thought that simmers at the back of his mind nonetheless.]
I think we're near the exit though. It can't be that much further. Stick with me for another minute, kay?
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I will. Just lead the way.
[ But that isn't enough, of course. Just when it seems enough time has passed to feel safe, images ripple back to life upon the reflections of the mirrors, and another scene plays. (p. 6-19!!) ]
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The memory that kicks up now is a tragedy of a different flavour. He doesn't understand at first. Why Koharu is stood behind a pair of college girls on a bench with her gun, watching them have an intimate conversation? One they never acknowledge party member number three for?
The more they talk though, the more clicks. Richie had tried to keep them moving out of respect but hearing that the girl had died slows his pace all too quick.]
...Koharu?
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Wh... what.
[ Oh no, oh no. All things considered, it isn't a terrible conversation—it's a bittersweet moment. But... ]
Do you—see it?
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[He swallows thickly.]
But they couldn't see you, could they?
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... No, they couldn't. Humans aren't able to see cupids, so we're able to work in secret.
[ ... ]
Aki was my first target as a cupid, and... she has no idea that I'm out there. To her, I'm still dead.
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[ While it isn't an easy talk, it isn't the most difficult; Koharu's had time to come to terms with it and where life has lead her now. It hurts at times, like a wound that hasn't quite healed yet, but she can manage. ]
It was—some freak accident. Aki and I were walking home from school like we usually do, but we... stopped. And talked for a little bit. [ He might be able to guess why. ] But the building we stopped under was still under construction, and a part of it collapsed on us.
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[He knew it had to be a sudden thing. She never mentioned being sickly, or showed any signs of prior conditions. He supposes he ought to be grateful that it was an accident. Too many people here got gutted in gruesome ways, it would break his heart to hear that she suffered the same.
This is just heartbreaking in a different way.]
I'm sorry, Koharu. That must have been painful. [He has an urge to ruffle her hair. Fix her bangs or something, but he thinks it might be out of line in a way. She's a teenager, not a child, and not his child for that matter. He shouldn't be overbearing, not when this shit was already so damn hard to talk about. It's just hard to see her go through it, is all.]
Was that the first time you saw her since the accident?
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It was, but it didn't seem like long for me at all. [ One moment, she felt the world fading around her; in the next she was staring into the sky, not unlike waking up from nothing more than a deep sleep. It truly was a blink of an eye. ] Even now, it's weird to think that years have gone by.