rosebleed | Wriothesley

[ while rosamund is staring into space, wriothesley is walking by with his SLURP pouch (tuna sandwich flavor). it's not exactly weird for weird things to happen around these parts, but after the whole Everything the newly dead go through, he figures it's best to check in on her. ]

You alright there?

[ the vibes are: Concerned ]

[jfc a slurp pouch??]

I...I don't know.

[She looks to him, confused. Frightened actually, but nothing that spikes laying eyes on him.]

Who are you?

[ don't hate on his fake capri sun. but he will do his best to give her a reassuring smile, and keep some distance just in case. ]

The name's Wriothesley. I've been here [ with a nod at their surroundings ] the whole time, so it makes sense that you wouldn't have heard of me.

[ ... ]

Though I did send you a letter once.

[i can't not hear that in sam reich's voice.]

...

[sorry, there's a bit of an overload here. A flurry of several feelings at once.]

I'm...I did. I received letters? On the phone. [her lips purse.] I'm very sorry, which was it? I'm having trouble remembering.

[ hoo boy. his eyebrows raise then fall again, and he takes a seat across from her. the slurp pouch gets set to the side for now. ]

It's alright. It's often hard to remember things after going through a difficult ordeal. [ which she had. ] Let's start with something easy. Do you remember who you are and where you are right now?

[goodbye pouch]

... [She bites into her lip.] I'm Rosamund. Right now, I'm Rosamund. And this is the airport? But I don't know this place at all. And I don't know you?

[A beat.]

Are you Carl?

[ sometimes there are things in life that are more important than capri suns. ]

No, I'm not Carl. [ a flicker of distaste before he pushes it aside. ] But you're right, this is the airport, just a different side of it than you're used to seeing. It's where all the dead congregate.

[ does she remember dying...? ]

...

[She swallows, nodding. Looking down. There's a great swell of grief, resignation. Self-loathing, even, lingering fear.]

I should have known. I thought — well I was barely myself enough to think it, but I thought I'd be like all the rest. Coming back badly hurt, but fixed up just enough. You know?

No reason not to.

[ after all, everyone else had come back and made it through. it's only natural to assume she would have too. ]

I'm sorry you didn't. But it's not the end of the world to end up here. There are still things you can do on this side, once you're feeling better.

No, I know. There was plenty to keep busy with the last time I died. Are there any—

[Squints. Actually.]

Sorry, are you a ghost from the airport? You still haven't told me who you are.

[ just holds out one hand as demonstration. ]

I'm pretty solid for a ghost, don't you think? The name's Wriothesley. I've been here from the beginning, same as everyone else, but I've been stuck on this side the entire time.

Ghosts can be a lot of things.

[thinks about Dante and gets a headache]

The entire time? Oh — there was a guy like that at our first game, too. I think he was lost there because of a portal?

What happened to you, Wriothesley?

Touche.

[ thinks of their ouija board and gets a headache. anyway. ]

Truthfully, I'm not sure what happened to me. One minute I'm napping in my office, the next I'm on a bus. Which, by the way, I'd never seen before until I arrived here.

[i keep forgetting this is her in the middle of dramatic disorientation and not usual bubbliness.]

I think I know what a bus is.

[She squints. Then presses her palms into her eyes.]

Sorry...It's, um... [There's a hitch of her breath, a wash of misery.] I don't mean to be rude, I was just...I really hoped I could stay with them. Help protect them. And I just wake up here instead? Not even on the right day, just...dead? Like that?

[ HELP ME we can let this go if you want!!! ]

Hey, no need to apologize. The people on the other side are your friends, aren't they? People who are important to you. I don't think there's anyone who would have wanted to leave, especially unplanned.

[no..............unless you are dying then ok yes

She looks up to him, biting at her lower lip. It's pretty obvious she's trying not to cry, keeping her words measured and demeanour calm.]

No. No I think you're right. There's people important to me here too, but I just...well anyway.

[she inhales, touches her hand to her mouth briefly. Steels herself again.]

If there's somewhere I can go where I'm not just out here making a scene for anyone to see, that would be really nice?

[ he gets up out of his seat, gestures one hand for her to follow if she's willing. ]

We don't have anything like a [ what was it again? ] crying lounge here, but there's a few places where you can sit by yourself for bit.

I don't want a crying lounge.

[She inhales, throat thick. Then tries again.]

I want to go somewhere I won't hurt anyone. If she comes back, I don't want her to get out.

[ oh. well. in that case. he looks like he's mentally calculating something in his head before motioning for her to follow him a different direction. ]

'She'?

[She will follow, getting up with a quick look behind them and rubbing at her arms.]

A Devil, I think. It's...well if I were to take a guess, it would be something like Yoru's situation.

She called herself Control.

Wriothesley

it's clown milk, actually

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