Shiki never told this to anybody, but her favorite part of the entire day was the instant directly after waking up in the morning.
For those fleeting few moments, she was nothingness. Her mind, still in the process of rebooting, remembered nothing of who she was, where she was, or what she was doing. The previous day, the day before her; it was all simply... emptiness, like a tape with nothing recorded. She wasn't Ryougi Shiki. Ryougi Shiki didn't exist. She was just a girl waking up in a warm bed, alone and without a care in the world... no burdens to bear, no conscience to nag. She was a void. A boundary of emptiness.
Then came her least favorite part of the day.
The part where she remembered.
She remembered that she
was Ryougi Shiki. Or, at least, that this was what all the documents and public records told her. She remembered that she had murdered, and slaughtered, and the distinction between the two. She remembered that she was alone in more than just the sense of being on her own in a room, and that there were some things others would consider fundamentals in life that she could never, would never, have.
And she remembered that she saw death.
Most people looked at something as innocuous as a lily and saw something sweet, and beautiful.
Shiki saw a corpse.
One that hadn't realized it was a corpse yet. At the heart of all life, there was mortality; and the "gift" to see those faults highlighted was something she wouldn't have wished upon her worst enemy. She cursed these odious Eyes and everything they represented... she would've taken the opportunity to destroy them when she had the chance, were it not so wasteful.
... She really wasn't a morning person, to say the least.
Especially when she couldn't remember going to sleep; particularly not in this cabin. How did she get here? And what was with the bugs?
They didn't necessarily bother her; she'd slept in worse places. But with circumstances as they were, well... it paid to be suspicious. Especially as she couldn't actually recall if Blake and Orie had gone for her proposal or not. In a blur, her knife was whipped out from underneath her pillow and jabbed into the wooden floorboards, impaling one of the insects as it scuttled about with pinpoint precision. She held it up to the light, watching its legs frantically kicking as it fruitlessly tried to hold on to the life draining away from it. Her expression never budged an inch, grim and impassive even as she watched the creature die on the tip of her blade.
"...Hh. Did that little punk...?"
She snorted, shaking her head a bit as she threw the covers off herself and climbed out of bed. Whatever. She could take a joke, even if it was stupid. And she did kick them out of their cabin, she supposed.
With a yawn, she slipped into her yukata, left her leather jacket on a nearby chair, and quietly left the room, stepping over the bugs without a care and shielding her eyes as she gazed upwards against the glare of the sun. So. Her first night at Camp Sovionok.
And her last, if she could help it.
With her usual look of undiluted determination, she set off into the camp. She wasn't really going anywhere in particular; there were places she wanted to investigate, but she reasoned it was better done at night. For now, she supposed she'd just go find Blake and nonchalantly follow her lead; the two of them could meet up with Orie and work out some course of action. She was fine with letting someone else take the reigns, honestly; just tell her what she needed to kill.
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