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Let's give the boy a hand.

[Another week, another murder, another twisted execution. Three weeks this had gone on now, and it was getting harder and harder to stay positive about it. At the end of every trial, John always told himself that this would be the last time. That it wouldn't, couldn't happen again. And every Friday, he was proven wrong.]

[Why was it always Friday, anyway?]

[He guessed, on the plus side, a majority of them had been accidents. That was...heartening sort of, he guessed. At least most of them hadn't actually been cold-blooded killers.]

[He wasn't sure if anybody had some kind of post-trial cheer up planned this week. But frankly, he didn't really care. Unlike last week, there was no uncertainty in John's mind over whether or not he wanted to be alone for a while. The answer to that was "absolutely." So once they're released from Monobear rock, John immediately takes to the skies. He doesn't really have a particular destination in mind, so when he winds up on Chandler Beach he has no real complaints.]

[He lands in the sand, immediately curling up on himself. And for a while, he stays like that. Just curled up in a ball on a private beach on an island where technically all the beaches are private because NOBODY LIVES here but you know what...]

[But eventually, the ball method of coping stops helping. Actually, it only takes about five minutes for John to jump to his feet and start angrily shouting at the sky. Mostly indistinct, angry swears at nothing in particular. And all those rocks and shells he's been saving up in his sylladex ever since he got it back are finally coming in handy. Because he sure is hurling them as hard as he can into the ocean. Thisis one heck of a temper tantrum he's throwing at...the moon. Since there's nobody else here.]

[As usual though, his tantrum doesn't last long. He burns himself out even faster than he got bored of the ball method.]

FUCK!!!

[With that final swear, the loudest of all of them, John flops backwards into the sand. His glasses go flying, landing in the sand a few feet away but John gives precisely zero fucks about that. It actually makes it easier for him to cover the top half of his face with his arm as he lays there, panting and resisting the urge to just start crying in frustration now.]

[He regrets ever complaining about his time on the ship now. He'd take that over this hellhole of an island any day.]

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Oh obviously, yeah. Last thing we want is a repeat of...

[Coulson and Locke. Wow. He still doesn't really like talking about that one, good to know.]

Especially since, you know... [He wiggles his fingers in front of his face and makes some silly 'pew pew!!' rocket ship type noises.] Your whole telekinesis thing.

[He may have his MANGRIT back now, but he's pretty sure that won't stand a chance against crazy psionic telekinesis powers.]

Yes, it's really not a pleasant way to die.

[ ...Actually, you know what, she doesn't want to talk about that one either, although by this point he has a run down on the ways she died and all because of other threads, so.

And while he hast MANGRIT, something using super strength would probably be really suspicious, so...not that. ]

We have time to sort of mess around with that and find something that works, though. We should probably shoot for before the weekend, and before...

[ Well, people always die on Friday, and if that is the case it better be her this time. The other murderers and murderees can just get in line, and then they will make that line never exist. What could go wrong? ]

[Nothing. Absolutely nothing can go wrong here, this plan is brilliant in every way. And it only gets more brilliant as the week goes on.]

[Sure enough, a visit to the fourth island gave them just the inspiration they'd been hoping for. It had been an offhanded joke at first; pulling a Snidely Whiplash and tying Aradia to the coaster tracks. And somehow, by the end of the day, that was their actual plan. Clearly it was brilliant. It was indirect, he could drug her beforehand so she hopefully wouldn't feel it, it was bizarre and how the hell could anybody figure out how it had been done?]

[They'd take one of basically every sedative from the Pharmacy and spent several days testing, eventually finding one that would knock Aradia out so fully that he death would basically be painless. They'd figured out a way to put weight in the car to be sure that it ACTUALLY killed her and didn't do a half assed job.]

[But they didn't stop there. They could make it nigh impossible to solve with a little unwitting help from Madison. Just telekinetically steal her bracelet, get some of her hair from a chair in the retaurant, leave an empty vodka bottle in Aradia's cottage with a fake drugged water bottle...]

[It would look like Madison had invited herself over for drinks, drugged Aradia, dragged her off and tied her to a coaster. Madison wasn't Jimmy, people might actually BELIEVE this frame job.]

[By the time Thursday night rolled around, everything was perfectly in place. And as far as they knew, none of the other students were any the wiser as to what they'd actually been doing. John waited until the dead of night to make his way over to Aradia's cottage, sylladex full of everything they needed. He rapped very lightly on the door, the same tune as always. Even if Aradia didn't get it (and truthfully, John had no idea where it originated from either) it had become a useful signal.]

[ It's true; John's used the shave and a haircut, two bits every single time he's knocked on Aradia's door thus far. She'd finally asked him about the pattern the other day, and this time she actually hums along as she opens the door - gently, so as not to alert anyone. There's only a lamp on, and she hurries John inside so they can set the scene at the cottage.

It shouldn't take too long. They've planned everything out as best they can. They had to account for everything they could, in order to, well...get John to graduate.

And then save everyone. You can't do something half-assed with that goal in mind.

Of course, being sedated nearly every night had been a pain (especially when it didn't work, and some of them were just plain weird) and the ghostly commentary wasn't always welcome, but...well, it was finally the last night. And hopefully this would make everything right again. She'd have done what she was made to do, once again.

It's only after John gets shooed inside and the door shuts again that Aradia speaks. ]

I finished up everything on my end!

[ Meaning...well, she hadn't mentioned the thing Mukuro wanted her to do, because they were going to win this, but she'd done it anyway. So she just meant "loose ends", here. ]

[John seems slightly distracted as he slips inside, but in a good enough mood. He might be slightly rethinking this now that the hour is upon them. Or maybe he's just nervous.]

[Possibly both.]

Good, good. I've got everything we need, triple checked to make sure I hadn't forgotten anything.

[He pulls an empty vodka bottle out of his sylladex.]

Even emptied this already. Not inside me of course, I poured it out in the ocean earlier, uh anyway...

[He crosses the room and sticks it under the desk before pulling out the pre-prepared waterbottle and tossing it into the trashcan from the other side of the room. He really probably should have looked in there before he did this, though. He kind of left incriminating evidence in there.]

[Oops.]

Ta da! Step one is done.

[ Mistake number one: made gloriously by nerves and neither of them thinking to do something as simple as taking out the trash. Good job, guys.

While Aradia notes the distraction, she doesn't comment, for the moment. She just looks around her hive - sorry, her room, hands on her hips. The envelope of motive pictures is still tossed on the dresser, as well as various seashells and trinkets she's picked up over the past few weeks, but...

All in all, it looks good. The first "clue" laid out (and she feels badly about it, but they had to pick someone believable and if they win, Madison will never know, and John can try to fix her timeline, too, to save her).

This is the last time she's ever going to see this place.

After a second, she glances up with a grin. ]

Then onto step two, yes?

[ Since they don't have anything to pick up - they're carrying it all unseen, or at least John is, since it seemed best to let him handle the carrying-stuff part - there's nothing to take along with them, and Aradia reaches out to grab John's hand, tugging him along and back out of the cottage. ]

Fly there?

[ This will be the last time she ever flies again. Other hers in other times will get a chance, of course, but she's just doomed, herself. ]

Edited (missed a comma WHICH NO ONE BUT ME WILL EVER CARE ABOUT BUT) 2014-01-04 02:25 (UTC)

Hehe, yes, of course.

[WOULD THEY REALLY WALK? I mean aside from the chance of being seen that would also mean that they'd have to WALK. Gross. Walking.]

But um...before we go. There's one thing I have to do. Call it am improvised, last minute half step.

[He lets go of her hand after she's pulled him to the back of the room, pulling out a red, sparkly party hat from his sylladex. The kind with an elastic strap on the bottom. He reaches forward, placing it on her head, strap and all.]

There. Now we're ready.

[ Their anti-walking club is sort of ridiculous but...well, GROSS. WALKING. Who would ever choose to walk? ]

Hm?

[ Aradia glances back at the "one last thing" comment. They've covered everything, haven't they? Method, evidence, loose strings...there's absolutely nothing left to do that she can think of, and confusion is clear on her face, although there's trust there, too.

If he saw something she missed...

And then he pulls out the party hat, and her eyes widen. Aradia stands still as he puts it on, sliding the strap under her chin, and still she has to reach up and touch it, to be sure it's there. This is definitely a party hat, yes. ]

...But you always said corpse parties are morbid and creepy and should be avoided.

[ She just sounds puzzled, right now. This...was not what she was expecting at all.

Give her a second and it will swing right around into joy, but. They've spent weeks on this, you totally glared at her when she eyed the party aisle after the first murder and banned discussion of the topic, John. ]

Well, yeah. They are. They're totally morbid and definitely creepy but...maybe I was wrong about that last bit. Maybe, in this case, they shouldn't be avoided.

[At that, he takes out a second hat, this one blue, and puts it on his own head. Because if you're going to do something, you should do it properly, right?]

I know it's not much of a party, with only two people, but...maybe we can have some kind of belated un-corpse party with everyone once everything is fixed.

[Not that anybody except him would even remember all this but...]

[Look, he tried, okay. He figured this was the least he could do for her in this completely fucked up situation they somehow managed to get themselves into.]

[ Instead of answering straight away, Aradia just steps over and hugs John. She is apparently going to make a habit of this, now. Since...well, the last time she died she definitely hugged a close friend beforehand, too.

But that doesn't even register, really. It's just that John really has told her no about the corpse party thing every time, and she's more than aware about his feeling on death (which are, actually, pretty much the opposite of hers so far as Aradia can tell) but he has not only given her a silly sparkly party hat but is also wearing one.

It's a silly, stupid thing that no one else is ever going to know about and there's absolutely no point to it except to make her happy, before she dies.

John Egbert is a really good friend. No wonder he was the humans' leader. ]

...Thanks, John! [ After a second, Aradia will let him go, grin in place as she adjust the hat on her head. ] It's perfect. And yes, I think they'd like that. Even if they wouldn't remember...well, I think I'd like to meet them all over again, without all of this.

[At first, John's reaction to the sudden hug is much the same as it was back when Meenah decided to hug him out of nowhere. He seems to go completely boneless, like some sort of bizarre human noodle. But eventually, his brain catches up and he smiles a little in spite of himself, hugging her back.]

You're welcome.

[And hug is over, leaving John looking kind of sheepish.]

Yeah, same. I wouldn't mid doing this field trip the right way.

[Even if they have important things to do back home. It's okay to take a short vacation, right? Right.]

Whatever you tell me when you get back, I'll believe you.

[ She can at least promise that much, knowing...well, herself. Even if she forgets this (and who knows, maybe some part of this "her" will merge with the other "her") Aradia would believe it had occurred.

Time shenanigans cover a lot of ground, explanation wise. ]

Well then - let's get this party on the road, shall we? Or in the sky, rather.

[ It's a good thing no one's up, because it's time to pchoooooo to part two of their set up, and then, you know.

The final step. ]

[John chuckles a little. He never doubted for an instant that Aradia wouldn't believe him even if she forgot everything they're about to do. Though part of him is thinking it might be better not to tell her once everything is fixed. Does that make him selfish?]

[Probably. But then again, there have been many times over the past week where John has felt selfish about all this. The fact that he didn't even want to do it in the first place, the fact that he wanted to be a coward about actually doing it...the list goes on. But he's ignoring all that, because that's how John Egbert copes with bad feelings in the face of a job to be done.]

Mmmm, let's.

[Yup. Off to the final step. Flying high through the sky to the fourth island. Final step.]

[ If the flight takes a little longer than it strictly should, surely no one would blame them. No one but John will ever know, anyway; some loop-de-loops or something, just taking time. They made sure to leave for enough of that. Once they're there, though...

Well, time to set the scene. ]

I'll place the bracelet, you place the backpacks?

[ The rest will, well, require her to be tied up... ]

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Oh um...yeah, sure. I can do that, no problem.

[He pulls the stolen bracelet out of his sylladex and holds it out to Aradia.]

Give me just a couple of minutes to load up the car, then I'll meet you at the bottom of the drop.

Sure! This shouldn't take more than a minute.

[ Well, granted, he could have dropped it when doing the thing, but, well.

...John might be distracted around then, and there's not much more to be done. It doesn't take her long to fly up and drop it underneath something, visible but out of the way so as to seem accidental, and then there's just...flying back down.

Super strength and a sylladex are handy enough for the sand-filled backpacks, so that shouldn't take too long either. Then...sedatives into Aradia, rope, hair on the rope, and go time.

John's the one with the mixed bottle of sedatives, though, since they didn't want to risk any ghostly last-minute naysaying. So when she's done and back Aradia will cross her arms, waiting, looking around the amusement park one last time. ]

Same.

[John flashes her a thumbs up before moving away to set up the "passengers". They'd have to be emptied and disposed of later, hopefully he wouldn't forget to do that...better make a mental note of it now.]

[Once that's done, he flies over to the end of the drop, pulling out a rope and a bottle of Aradia's favorite passionfruit tea. Which...they probably could have used as the plant back in her cabin but oh well. Better to do it beforehand, you know?]

So...this is it, I guess.

For now.

[ That's an important qualifier, and one she's not about to leave out. For all her blasé cheer, this isn't an easy thing at all. It's just...the only thing that fixes everything, from the point of view of a time player. Which Aradia Megido happened to be, for better or worse.

Play the game and keep dying, because week after week the bodies piled higher, or...

...ignore the game and take the one path that she could see clearly. Erase "Junko Enoshima" and the killing games away from ever existing. Remove the pebble, remove the ripples. All the names on Veronica's tree would never have needed to be carved.

When she takes the water bottle from John, with a small smile, Aradia's hands barely tremble at all. When she uncaps it, they're steady, and she takes a deep breath. ]

Remember: this is just a Scratch. I'll see you on the other side, John.

[ And if it wouldn't be her, but rather the alpha counterpart - that was nearly the same thing, or close enough to pretend it was. Aradia drank with a slight grimace; the bitter taste of drugs somewhat overpowered the sweetness of the tea. ]

[John nods, his voice coming out as barely more than a whisper as Aradia takes a drink. But he does, at least, manage to keep a smile on.]

Yeah, of course. See you on the other side.

[Now to wait for the sedatives.]

[1 one-thousand...2 one-thousand...3 one-thousand...]

[ She finishes most of the bottle, sitting down before she gets that far because - well, they're going to knock her out. The last thing they need is for her to fall and hit her head. They've spent several nights working on this. Some of the drugs didn't effect her, and some were off, but...this mixture? This one usually works fairly quickly, and it's effective.

Aradia's mind drifts, and reality blurs out.

The last clear memory is of John standing there, and a fleeting sense of mixed dread and acceptance at what's to come.

Then she's out, lost to the peace of nothingness. ]

[He waves a little as her eyelids flutter shut. And that smile doesn't fade until she's down for the count entirely. Fuck, his throat is already getting tight and he still has quite a few things to do. Get a hold of yourself, Egbert. You can't let this get to you now.]

[He takes a deep breath, slipping Aradia's now-empty water bottle back into his sylladex before taking the rope in both hands and tying her down. They'd done a little practicing with this, but it was kind of a hard set-up to duplicate elsewhere. And, obviously, they couldn't tie her to the tracks themselves for practice. So the knots are a little sloppy, all in all, he probably could have tied her down a little better. But it's not like she was actually going to go anywhere. This was all for show.]

[He probably could have stood to practice a little more. Maybe then Aradia would have stayed a little more...together.]

[He also probably could have stood to be a little more careful. As he pulled his hand away once the ropes were tied, his friendship bracelet from Jimmy snagged on the track. The string snapped, sending beads flying everywhere and oh shit oh fuck oh no he doesn't have time for this. But he can't leave them here! Especially since the beads spell his name out...]

[Hurriedly, he gathers up all the beads and string, shoving them into his sylladex and accidentally forcing out a couple of sedative bottles and a butload of confetti all over the corpse in the process. Goddammit, he just cannot catch a break here. Okay. Combine beads and string into one card...pick up the bottles...put them in a separate stack and...there. Everything's in place. For now, anyway. He'll have to dump all this out and rearrange it when he gets back to his cabin.]

[The confetti can stay though, that was...more or less the plan, anyway.]

[Once that's all settled, John flies back up to the beginning of the coaster, completely unaware of the fact that he's just left behind two pieces of evidence. He should have done a more thorough search for the beads, but then again: it's dark. And, honestly, he was focused more on making sure he got all the letters. A couple of blue and green beads left in the grass were just unfortunately something he wouldn't notice. Neither was the pill bottle, though it's hard to say whether it was lucky or unlucky that the one he left behind WASN'T the same thing used t drug Aradia.]

[He enters the operations booth, briefly taking note of the bracelet Aradia planted earlier. God, he'd have to apologize to Madison later...assuming he got found out. It was low and cowardly, and John hated the fact that they'd decided to do this, but they had to try and make this as confusing as possible. Either someone else had to take the fall, or they needed to have the trial stall out long enough for Monobear to get bored and end it early. Maybe some weird combination of both.]

[Everything is ready.]

[This is it. This is the moment. All he has to do is just...press a button. The ride will start and it'll be all over. Well, phase one will be, anyway. Just a single button. Then they can undo all this. Stop the Fashion Girl, save the world. It would be so simple.]

[So why was he hesitating?]

[Minutes creep by. They'd both agreed, this was the only way he was going to be able to get his retcon powers back. But it was risky. There were SOOOO many things that could go wrong with this. And he hated the idea of sacrificing everyone to make this work. If they succeeded...would they be any different than Vriska?]

[Yes, they would. But not by much.]

[His hand is mere inches over the top of the button, shaking like a leaf while his other hand covers his face. Though he's peeking out between his fingers to look at the button, so that kind of defeats the purpose.]

I can't do this...

[Except...it's a little late for that. The gears are already turning, the plan is too far along now to stop it. And John knows that. They passed the point of no return earlier this week. When John had shown up in her cabin the morning following Franziska's execution.]

[It's funny, really. Out on paper, this feat seemed pretty damn heroic. Yeah, John was sacrificing everyone so that he could escape. But he wasn't doing it for himself. It was for all of them. And yet, in spite of this, John had never felt less heroic in his entire life. And that was really saying something.]

[He hadn't really even realized that he'd pressed the button. He was aware of his hand moving, of course, but somehow...it seemed detached. There was that weird sense of surrealism again. Like he was just watching his own body instead of actually living in it. Which was, of course, complete bullshit.]

[He pressed the button. No going back.]

~~~~~

[John wasn't entirely 100% sure what he expected to happen. He of course, expected the ride to kill her but somehow he hadn't expected it to be quite so...gruesome. It was still dark out (it had to be...what? At least 4am by now??), but he could tell as he approached that he wouldn't be needing that just-in-case pillow in his sylladex to suffocate her.]

Oh g-god!

[His hand flew to cover his mouth as John retched, staring at the torso still tied to the tracks. Where was the rest of her? Tears well up in his eyes in spite of himself.]

Sh-shit, no! This wasn't supposed to happen!

[It wasn't supposed to be this violent; she wasn't supposed to be in this many pieces. That was specifically in his stipulations, he was pretty sure! It was supposed to be as painless as possible for Aradia. There's no way that was the case here. Granted, it had been hard to research exactly what happens when someone gets hit by a roller coaster going full speed after being tied to the tracks. Surprisingly, it doesn't happen very often. So maybe this was actually completely normal.]

[He didn't bother looking for all her pieces in the dark. What was the point? He knew who the monster who killed her so brutally was already. And it was way too dark to see anyway. Who knows just how far of her some bits had gone..]

[John flies back to his cabin faster than he's ever flown in his life. And clearly this is the reason for the tears spilling out of his eyes. Clearly it's just...wind sheer. In his uncovered eyes. Crying? John? You're joking, right?]

[Except it wasn't a joke. John spent the next several hours locked up in his room and bawling his eyes out. Better to get it out now, though. Because from here on out he has to be unreadable and suspicious or otherwise this was all for nothing. He refused to let them all down, to let Aradia down.]

[Because she's the true hero of this story, in John's opinion. Not him.]

[He's just the deranged monster who killed her.]

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