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i’m having more fun than I have any right to

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well, that could have gone worse. a minor victory, though. this is still an uphill battle ( and that’s just to get yourself to finally ask her about it– handling whatever answer you receive will be another battle entirely ). 

‘ well, you’re right, more or less. ’ a smile is attempted. why can’t you manage to keep up with your act? 

‘ basically, it’s like… well, it’s complicated, actually. say, someone from a different part of the timeline, say the future or something for this scenario, came to our point in time to change something. it would change our future, but not theirs, because the change causes a branch in time. there’s also the fact that one tiny change or choice can have huge results, for good or bad. something like the flutter of a butterfly’s wings in brazil can cause a tornado in texas. something like that. there’s a whole lot that goes into it, you know? but, uh. my focus here is the bit about branches in timelines. ’ 

deep breath. you can do this. it’s not that hard. it’s just a question. why are you so damn scared?

teeth grit. knees shake. forearm presses down on knees to force the shaking to end. it doesn’t work, so you ball up the edge of your hoodie sleeve and chew on it instead. that quells your anxiety a little bit. a little bit is good enough. 

‘ have you… noticed anything recently? like… time repeating itself? but not entirely. things change each time… and i’ve noticed… those changes always center around you. rather, the choices you make. the things you say and do. and… it always seems to come back to the time that… the time you came to us. ’ brows furrow, gnawing gets harder until it almost makes your jaw ache.

it’s okay, you think. you’ve dealt with worse pain than this dull jawache. 

‘ the… the others don’t seem to notice anything. haha… they call me crazy. ’ heartbeat goes up. that, too, almost hurts– almost burns. you’re able to keep your breathing relatively steady, if not a little shaky. why is this happening? 

focus on her voice. that’s always helped. granted, she’s not the only one whose voice can calm you… but god you’re thankful for it right now. 

‘ i guess, what i’m asking is… am i really the only one who notices it? am i really losing my mind? or are you aware too? i’ve… really wanted to ask for a while now, but… it sounded stupid. it still does. ’ 

sigh through the now-damp bit of your sleeve you’ve been gnawing on. ‘ actually, forget it. i think i’m just imagining things. job’s been keeping me up too late, i think. haha… oh, i know! i’ll get some delicious honey buddha chips and ph.d pepper! maybe play a round or two of lolol! that’ll get me right out of this funk, don’t you think? ’

your smile refuses to reach your eyes. why? why? why?

“Seven,” The name rolls off her tongue naturally, but urgently, trying to silence his rambling as it gets more and more stressed. Stilted. How long had he been holding all of this in? From the way he spoke, a long time. But how was that possible? It had only been three days...(well, nearly four now that she glanced at the clock) since she had come to this apartment, since she had joined the RFA.

Somewhere deep, though, in the back of her mind, perhaps, or maybe even in the recesses of her soul, she knew that wasn’t true. It had been much longer than that. Had it? No. She was certain her memories where linear. Four days ago she was getting ready to move, leave. She had gotten a text from a stranger. She had come here. Four days had passed.

That was what her memories showed, that is what the calendar on her phone showed. A glance out the window displayed that the seasons had not changed.

Then what was this feeling?

Suddenly, realizing she had been silently for a while now, she said his nickname again “Seven,”

“I...I’m sorry,” The apology feels foreign even in her voice, because the tone of it drips with a sorrow that she does not know. Could not know. Because frankly all of this is confusing. What is she apologizing for...? as quickly as the apology had come the reason had already left her.

Oh...that’s right. She’s sorry because she doesn’t know what he’s talking about. Because he sounds so urgent and desperate and like he’s driving himself crazy with these questions that she has no answers to.

“I don’t...know what you mean” Mi-Cha confesses, choosing to be direct for lack of way to cushion the blow. “Since I came to you? I mean, it hasn’t even been a week...”

It hasn’t, it’s been months. Possibly years.

A voice that sounds suspiciously like her own but too quiet for her to hear, it brushes over her like a breeze. “--but I believe you,”

“You’re not...you’re not going crazy,” or at least if he was, so was she. Even more so because she hadn’t noticed anything. Not until this point, at least. But the revelation felt so right. Like something she had always known. Frustrating, in that she could only recognize what he told her and not bring any new information to the table.

“It...sounds right? If that makes any sense. It probably doesn’t.” She exhaled through her nose in an attempt to focus her thoughts. “I haven’t noticed it, myself. It feels like it hasn’t been very long at all, like nothing’s changed.”

She chews on her bottom lip, uncrossing and then recrossing her legs just for something to do, the strange feeling of almost remembering something (something important) not going away. “But it’s...It sounds familiar. Like, maybe it happened in a dream.”

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you leave the chatroom shortly after mi-cha does so. dread settles in your bones, anxieties telling you shouldn’t do this. it’s a terrible idea. maybe she’s not even aware of it. or is she feigning ignorance? is she going to be like v and keep secrets that keep you up day and night? well, it can’t be as bad as not quite knowing how your brother is and having only flimsy words to serve as your knowledge on the matter. 

it comes pretty damn close, though.

regardless, you hit the call button on her contact and raising the phone to your ear. deep breath in for four seconds, out for eight. repeat until she answers. grow more tense as the phone continues to ring. is she going to pick up? is she going to ignore it? is she going to push away th–

oh god, she answered. breath ceases halfway in throat, half-choked as if you’ve forgotten how to breathe. luckily your brain kicks back to life after a moment, and you try your best to sound chipper as ever.

it doesn’t work. 

‘ not much, just the sky. or, uh, i guess my roof, technically speaking. ’

realize this isn’t working. know you just have to get it over with. push forward with a grimace and hope for the best. 

you’re prepared for the worst. 

‘ what do you know about multiverse theory? ’

no! that’s not it! but… but maybe it will suffice. maybe it can be a sort of… introduction. a lead-in for your ultimate question.

The joke isn’t even that funny, the pun stale and over used and the delivery weak at best;; distraction and turmoil affecting the timbre of his voice. But the air is so tense and the entire situation so bizarre--

[and really, Mi-Cha had a high threshold for abnormalities; given that she was currently residing in a stranger’s apartment talking to a hacker after being led there by a different hacker.]

--that a nervous laugh bubbles in her chest and escapes her lips anyway. And not a quiet, polite, laugh, either. The boisterous kind that usually accompanies actual punchline or a video of a dog eating like a person. The kind that, in this situation, probably makes her sound a little manic.

She clears her throat, straightening the hem of her sweater idly, in order to force the amusement out of her tone. 

“It’s better up than down,” Mi-Cha retorts, playfully, and the conversation almost feels normal.

The change of topic is sudden, and she has difficulty figuring out where this could be heading. It was the sort of question one asked at three am out of sleep deprivation and boredom; but delivered with the seriousness of a true interrogation.

“Multi-verse theory...?”  Mi-Cha scooted backwards on the bed so that she could sit more comfortably, as this talk seemed like it would be a long one.

“..A little. I mean, I never studied up on it or anything, but I get the gist. I think.” It had been mentioned in one of her favorite Fantasy novels, but never thoroughly explained. 

“It’s the idea that...in this very moment, there are an infinite amount of possible realities, possibly even identical to our own, all happening at the same time. Or something like that, right?”

A pause. Just long enough for a heart beat.

“Why do you ask?”

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send a ☛ for a quality the muse and mun have in common.

alternatively, send a ☚ for a quality the muse and mun do not have in common.

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what? no way.

defender of justice 707 is always fine.

otherwise he wouldn’t be the defender of justice he should be!

at least, that’s what i’d like to say…

let’s not talk about it here on the messenger, though.

mind if i give you a call?

==>Cheer up oh defender of justice!

==>Whatever’s going on we’ll all figure out what to do

==>~together~

==>I’ll be waiting for your call

==>Talk to you soon!

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Mi-Cha’s phone emits a soft ‘ping’ as she exits the chatroom, but she leaves the messenger app open so that she doesn’t miss the incoming call. Despite her cheery demeanor in the chat just now, she is quite worried about the hacker she’d come to think of as a friend over the course of the past few days.

His behavior was off. A strange thing to think after knowing someone for such a short period of time, but impossible to shake. It brought a heavy feeling of doom, as if something terrible were about to happen. As if she had witnessed this same behavior before.

Ignoring the vague (surely imaginary?) foreshadowing in her own mind, Mi-Cha hastily answered the call just in time; having been too wrapped up in her thoughts to notice it ringing at first. She took a deep, calming breath, before lifting the phone to her ear and answering in her best, most ‘nothing is wrong’ tone.

“Hi, what’s up?”

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Mi Cha: doesn’t remember resets, does remember little things gradually, doesn’t mean to cause pain via reset

Hanako: remembers each reset, low-key fucked up by it but still fucking does it, cries bc others don’t remember it, cries harder when Seven remembers

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707 has entered the chatroom

hey you got a minute?  there’s… there’s something i want to talk to you about. if you don’t mind, i mean… but if you’re busy, that’s totally fine.

gotta take care of yourself, first!

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==>Hiyah! ==>Of course ♥

==>But...is there something wrong? ==>You don’t seem like yourself

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Cinderella Jaehee + RFA for the #MM_Halloween event! 🎃

※ Please do not delete caption or repost without my permission and source

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I’m mobile so inbox call maybe?

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I mentioned this in Mi-Cha’s about but to go into a bit more detail;

Mi-Cha doesn’t keep her memories when she resets, each reset is like the first time for her. Over the course of any particular route she will start to regain memories of previous routes and endings, although it’s more of a feeling of “de-ha-vuh” than something she can recognize as a memory. Particularly strong or traumatic events may come to her in a dream.

Once she achieves an ending, however, whether good or bad, and is presented with the choice to reset or walk away; she has all of her memories of all routes again. Sometimes it takes her days to actually reset after remembering, deliberating over her choice. It’s especially difficult when she finds herself in a good end.

The routes don’t have any particular Order for Mi-Cha and work in more of a multi-verse theory. I.E. in any particular route she has experienced all routes and all endings (although she cannot remember). However it should be noted that her first route and first end was Yoosung’s Bad Story End 2.

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plot reset theory w/ me coward

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Jaehee vc: this is my girlfriend MC and her boyfriend Luciel and our robot cat

Speaking of Ray’s Route can we please talk about Jaehee and Seven getting Tacos together and Jaehee singing about Tacos to MC and Seven telling her she needs to sing spicier??? Wholesome

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I went to rb my promo only to remember I didn’t make one I’m a dumbass

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Speaking of Ray’s Route can we please talk about Jaehee and Seven getting Tacos together and Jaehee singing about Tacos to MC and Seven telling her she needs to sing spicier??? Wholesome

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Since Dee Dee brought up Reset Theory please listen to The Call and feel with me

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character: *falls asleep in a chair or at a desk from sheer exhaustion*

their love interest: *places a blanket over their shoulders, gently to avoid disturbing them*

me:

their love interest: *picks them up and bridal carries them to a more comfortable surface while their head nods against their shoulder/chest*

me:

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I’m on Day 7 of 707 Route && I didn’t know he could be so angsty O<-<

STOP IGNORING MEEE

(also the only Calling Card I have is Zen’s from when i first played LOL asjhkjdfh) lmao somebody fix the damn window