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004. Action for Violet City/Video
[ACTION]
[Perhaps strangely for the late evening hours on a Sunday, there are lights on in the school in Violet City tonight; Ishimaru usually avoids coming here in the evenings for that reason - surely it would look suspicious if someone were to come by and see that, or notice someone wandering around in there through the windows - but he has been coming by here once classes let out for the day once in a while, and tonight...well. It's been a long week.
It had taken him some time to convince himself that being here was okay (it is public property, as far as he can tell, so he's not in danger of trespassing, and surely it can't be breaking and entering if the door is unlocked); he'd run into a janitor yesterday who didn't seem fazed at his being there, and didn't seem to mind as long as he left things as he found them. It isn't as though he does much here, anyway; he mostly just wanders around, enjoying the feel of the place. Schools have always had very distinct feelings associated with them, as far as he goes; even his time in Hope's Peak hasn't managed to tarnish that.
About the only thing it's effected is the way he makes sure to leave the windows open and unblocked by shades while he's here.
So he's clearly visible to passersby, should there be any this evening, though he's got his back to the outside; he's got chalk in his hand, quickly adorning the chalkboard in front of him with words written briskly in steady, straight lines.
Live with simplicity, fortitude and vigor.
The foundation of hard work is the spirit to succeed.
Sacrifice is freely given, not yours to demand; give freely of yourself when possible.
Do what you can with your life; it's the only one you've been given.
Do not tear down when you can build up; do not destroy when you can create.
Respect all life as though it were your own.
They're simple phrases, really; things to be kept in mind, thoughts that he needs to remind himself from time to time. He thinks for a moment before scrawling one more down, and then he steps back, surveying his work.
We are not dead yet.
It had struck him as horribly morbid, when he'd first heard it; it's still painful, but it brings with it a dark sense of comfort. We are not dead yet.
That one gets underlined.]
[VIDEO]
[Well, judging from the background of the video, Ishimaru hasn't quite left the school building yet -
...all right, he's not even in the process of leaving, as several of those lines are still clearly visible on the board behind him, but still. He'll wipe them before he leaves, definitely.
However, for the time being, he has something of a question; it's been bothering him for quite some time now, actually.]
A lot of people seem to have been brought here during times of stress or conflict in their lives - in fact, almost everyone I've seen has been like that! Is there anyone here from a world that's actually peaceful and in order?
[It hasn't quite hit him that this isn't just something you ask people, good lord.]
Of course, even if things are dark for you now back home, the focus shouldn't be on futility, but rather on hope and possibilities! Even if your world is a dark one and your circumstances are unfortunate, it's still nice to hear about the positive times, so if you have any of those, they can be shared as well, if you like.
I hope that today was good to you, and if not, that tomorrow will be better - anything can be overcome with hard work, inner strength and cooperation!
[...again, it's been a long week, and he tends to solve issues with his own sense of spirit by screaming encouragement at others; it usually works, for the most part.]
[Perhaps strangely for the late evening hours on a Sunday, there are lights on in the school in Violet City tonight; Ishimaru usually avoids coming here in the evenings for that reason - surely it would look suspicious if someone were to come by and see that, or notice someone wandering around in there through the windows - but he has been coming by here once classes let out for the day once in a while, and tonight...well. It's been a long week.
It had taken him some time to convince himself that being here was okay (it is public property, as far as he can tell, so he's not in danger of trespassing, and surely it can't be breaking and entering if the door is unlocked); he'd run into a janitor yesterday who didn't seem fazed at his being there, and didn't seem to mind as long as he left things as he found them. It isn't as though he does much here, anyway; he mostly just wanders around, enjoying the feel of the place. Schools have always had very distinct feelings associated with them, as far as he goes; even his time in Hope's Peak hasn't managed to tarnish that.
About the only thing it's effected is the way he makes sure to leave the windows open and unblocked by shades while he's here.
So he's clearly visible to passersby, should there be any this evening, though he's got his back to the outside; he's got chalk in his hand, quickly adorning the chalkboard in front of him with words written briskly in steady, straight lines.
Live with simplicity, fortitude and vigor.
The foundation of hard work is the spirit to succeed.
Sacrifice is freely given, not yours to demand; give freely of yourself when possible.
Do what you can with your life; it's the only one you've been given.
Do not tear down when you can build up; do not destroy when you can create.
Respect all life as though it were your own.
They're simple phrases, really; things to be kept in mind, thoughts that he needs to remind himself from time to time. He thinks for a moment before scrawling one more down, and then he steps back, surveying his work.
We are not dead yet.
It had struck him as horribly morbid, when he'd first heard it; it's still painful, but it brings with it a dark sense of comfort. We are not dead yet.
That one gets underlined.]
[VIDEO]
[Well, judging from the background of the video, Ishimaru hasn't quite left the school building yet -
...all right, he's not even in the process of leaving, as several of those lines are still clearly visible on the board behind him, but still. He'll wipe them before he leaves, definitely.
However, for the time being, he has something of a question; it's been bothering him for quite some time now, actually.]
A lot of people seem to have been brought here during times of stress or conflict in their lives - in fact, almost everyone I've seen has been like that! Is there anyone here from a world that's actually peaceful and in order?
[It hasn't quite hit him that this isn't just something you ask people, good lord.]
Of course, even if things are dark for you now back home, the focus shouldn't be on futility, but rather on hope and possibilities! Even if your world is a dark one and your circumstances are unfortunate, it's still nice to hear about the positive times, so if you have any of those, they can be shared as well, if you like.
I hope that today was good to you, and if not, that tomorrow will be better - anything can be overcome with hard work, inner strength and cooperation!
[...again, it's been a long week, and he tends to solve issues with his own sense of spirit by screaming encouragement at others; it usually works, for the most part.]
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[Oh, Ishimaru. You have just bought yourself a one-way ticket to Shangri Lol, flown first-class in a hallucinogenic ghetto-jet piloted by yours truly. You asked about the miracles, you're gonna fucking learn about the miracles.]
[Gamzee's face splits into a grin. Buckle your fucking seat belts.]
Motherfuck yeah they all fuckin' is, brother! They be all getting their exist on quite motherfuckin' righteously, on every surface and in every motherfuckin' pump biscuit what only be all willing to be open to such serendipitous omnipotence, you fuckin' feel me, bro!?
This motherfucker be all thinkin' on the reason for what you're all findin' yourself so down in the proverbial mother fuckin' dumps be all what you ain't got your believings on in the wicked motherfucking teachings, dog.
Allow a bro to get his schoolfeeding on at you, and you ain't never gonna be without a motherfuckin' hope all ever for the rest of your pink human life, yeah?
[He was practically vibrating in place, full to the brim with verbal diarrhea he wasn't sure he could contain, regardless of Ishimaru's consent.]
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That said, however, he makes mental notes of a few things that he hopes won't just ooze out of his brain in the midst of all this - a few of the terms this one's using are familiar, at least. "Schoolfeeding" is one of those things that's bizarre enough to stand out, for example; somehow he...wouldn't be surprised if this one knows Sollux.]
I'm still not sure I'm feeling you at all, but you're more than welcome to attempt this schoolfeeding of yours, if it really will accomplish what you're saying!!
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[To be honest, Gamzee had almost forgotten entirely what they were discussing up until this point, but, no matter how much time had elapsed, he'd never forget his teachings. He nodded enthusiastically, splitting his monochrome face in a grin.]
Well, uh, first off, gotta be all, like, getting a motherfuckin' feel on for all what's the mutual grounds of understanding both our thinkpans be sharing, you know?
You all said you fuckin' knew of the miracles, but fuck all if all that weren't the most motherfuckin' pitiful excuses for believings in them what I all ever got shoved in my hear ducts.
[He frowned, but only for a second.]
Somethin' get in you to all snatch up them belivings from you, dog? Or weren't you just not hatched with 'em to fuckin' be beginning with?
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Just...give him a moment to try to process how to answer this without getting into the whole...shouty-shooty-murderschooly thing.]
W-Well, I've never believed in such things myself, and even if I did, some experiences are terrible enough to warrant some sort of miraculous intervention - and yet intervention like that never comes, in most cases! So I guess it's a bit of both!
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Sometimes all what the only thing you motherfuckin' be able to be doing is keep waiting on a fuckin' miracle to come. It all will, for fuckin' sure. If when you all be losing your motherfucking believings, that be the time when all you lose your fuckin' self, motherfucker.
[He looked like he was about to laugh. For someone trying to impart something serious. he was doing a piss-poor job of it.]
You set out with a motherfuckin' attitude like that, you be blinding yourself from all even the tiniest of miracles that happen on the fuckin' daily, my brother.
Think on it, though. Through all the hoofbeastshit what all was to be happening, ain't there was never noise what sparked your mother fucking pump biscuit with them warm floaty sparklies?
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...W-Well, I guess there were a few things...I mean, I'd never had friends at all before that situation, and it was only there that I was able to meet someone that I could be close to like that; if that hadn't happened, then we never would have known each other at all.
Which is obviously something I knew before, but put in this context...
[...huh.]
It's interesting how that works.