PC WITH MOLLYMAUK

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W0 DAY 2

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[Another day in Indulgence Clown Factory Sin Boogaloo House! Douman has never actually seen what laundry machines look like, being a Sort Of Ye Olde (Complicated), so they are mostly here out of curiosity!]

[Except...someone call 911, there is a clown here.]

Ah! Hello. [And a cheerful sort of smile.] You know, I've heard these machines are giving people quite the trouble! Huhuhu.

THAT MEME

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[Hi he's just chillin here, shirt off, the extravagent coat is slung over one of the machines to the side. He's just holding the white shirt which, now that it's off, is pretty obviously bloodsoaked on one side.]

I was told to come here. There isn't a basin or anything?

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[Wow. The scent of blood.]

[Douman's smile is a little tight.]

No, not that I know of. Though I wouldn't recommend using the machines. They spit slime all over people. Terrible. [A pause.] Are you alright?

[headmt]

[is he horny for blood. It doesn't seem to bother Molly a bit. He's . . . very used to blood. Humming, slightly irritated.]

That's what it is? A machine?

[god this place is confusing]

Me? I'm fine. A little put out about my only shirt, but I suppose it is what it is.

[commedia]

[Sometimes you are a priest, but also you are a carnivorous beast? It's fine.]

Yes, its a machine. Leave them alone, I say.

[And a tilt of their head.]

Are you wounded? I hope you're not still bleeding...

w1 tuesday

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[Oh, now, this is an interesting spot. After exploring the circus like the clown they are, Douman makes their way to this little purple room, drawing back to the curtains to see-]

Oh. [A blink at Molly just sitting here.] Oh, you almost blend in, you know.

[headmt]

[Well

Molly sort of makes a snort sound, because he'd been sort of nodding off in here by himself and then a 7 foot tall clown walked in. Sitting up, absolutely pretending that wasn't happening.]

Oh! Yes. I know. Kind of odd, isn't it? Sort of a chicken or the egg situation.

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Hmmm. Perhaps I have uncovered your true origins...

[STROKING THEIR CHIN...MYSTERIES...]

Ah, but seriously. What are you doing here?

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[Okay, that actually makes him laugh? Like. A real genuine laugh.]

Ah! As good as story as any I've heard or made up already. I was actually birthed fully-formed in this little room, amongst the crystals and cards. A spirit come to life.

[Winking.]

I don't know exactly. Don't want to be in my room, alone, and didn't want to be in the common room much, with everyone. So this was in between. Join me?

[commedia]

You do seem as lively as a spirit, so I believe it.

[And with a laugh of their own, they move to sit across from Molly, hands folded in their lap.]

That is understandable. This place is as interesting as any...and, look! You have some nice things here. Cards for fortune-telling, it seems.

W2 MEMSHARE

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[Hey, look, its a clown!]

[Its a clown who, upon seeing someone else around, frowns deeply and instantly walks very fast to try to pass them without making eye contact. Sorry. Not staying! In fact, they definitely seem to be in a hurry.]

[Try to catch this clown if you can...?]

[headmt]

[what if i was just like

he lets the clown scamper off

but no, he'll foolishly make the mistake of holding out a hand, fingertips brushing at his shoulder, because--]

Is everything alright?

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No, it's not-!

[Douman snaps at Mollymauk, like an angry animal-]

[And at the touch, it starts.]

[There is a man kneeling in the middle of a room in the night. The man is Ashiya Douman. They stare at the wall across from them, with wide, weary eyes, their body tensed, like expecting a threat.]

[A person steps out of the shadows, bending down to embrace them, clawed fingernails digging deep into their shoulder.]

[The person in question is Ashiya Douman.]

[And Douman bends in to whisper something into the first Douman's ear. A single hissed sentence, a simple statement, said as fact.]

["If things remain as they are, you'll never once surpass Seimei."]

[And instantly, the rush of emotions comes. Sorrow. Terror. Fear. Anger. Hatred. Jealousy. Unbelievable despair. It comes like a roaring tide, and the first Douman starts to weep, and weep and weep, and howl like the world itself is ending, and things start to crash together in static, and it is impossible to tell where one Ashiya Douman begins and the other ends and-]

[And suddenly, where there were two, there is just one. Ashiya Douman, kneeling quietly in the middle of a moonlit room.]

[Just smiling to themselves. Their eyes open, dark.]

[Comfortable.]

[And Douman reacts as if they've been burned with a hot poker, throwing themselves back, away from Mollymauk.]

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[He lets them go - it isn't as if his own body isn't frozen a bit in place with the shock of it. There's a moment where has to stand there, cycling through those emotions . . . the last one. What is that like? Comfortable with your alter ego?

He shakes it off, as literally as possible, reaching to run a hand through his hair and shudder. Fighting the urge to run himself.]

I-- shit. I'm sorry. I didn't see it. I won't have seen it, if you don't want. Consider it gone.

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...

[Douman turns. Their eyes are sharp, black, like shards of polished obsidian. Its hard to say that a man with those eyes could be the same one that was giving into their own despair only moments ago.]

[After a stare, Douman just huffs, mouth curving into a smile without feeling.]

...You wouldn't understand, anyways. Hm.

W2 - SUNDAY

[headmt]

[Oh, hey large clown friend. Wherever he is, Molly will immediately turn and start up a conversation. It's fine.]

So. How's Envy taking all of this, then?

[commedia]

[That actually makes Douman blink a bit in surprise at Molly.]

Oh...I don't know. [And a pause.] I haven't reached out to him, yet.

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Oh? No? I thought you were close.

[A little awkward now. Envies are you all okay.]

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We are, but...

[Look, sometimes the whole Envy team suffers and nobody thinks of going to actual Envy.]

I will reach out to him later, when I've sorted some things out.

[headmt]

Mm. Well, send him my regards when you do, yeah?

[That's fine, that's a mood.]

I suppose you do have some things to sort out. [...] I know I fucking hate being asked this, because, well, how the hells do you even answer it, but, are you alright?

w7 thursday

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[Oh, now this place makes this priest feel right at home.]

[Of course, its not the Heian era Buddhist temples like they're used to, but...its nice, to have a place like this.]

[Douman sits on the steps and looks out at the yard, peaceful, and then they catch a familiar sight of purple.]

Oh, hello Mollymauk. [And a bow of the head.] I saw this over at the other side...its nice to be here in person.

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[It isn't exactly a shrine or anything like he knows about either, but! it is nice and outdoors and he can smoke here, which he's doing.]

Douman? [or, sorry, because he was eavesdropping.] Or you got something new now?

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No, its Douman.

[They sigh.]

I'm the real Ashiya Douman.

[headmt]

Huh. Died and woke up a new person.

[He blows out some smoke. And then just shrugs. He so instantly accepts this?]

Funny enough, I know how that goes.

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Hm.

[A slightly amused huff.]

I know. I saw everything that curse saw. But in this case...it was more like I was trapped in my own body. I don't...believe it was the same with you, but it isn't as if I know the details.