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foundationmods) wrote2018-11-29 04:47 pm
foundationmods) wrote2018-11-29 04:47 pm
GRAVEYARD
[On the instant of your death, you're suddenly outside of your body - probably staring down at the remains it's become.
Yet, you're not alone. For all of you (except Szayel), a young man appears from behind you, his face set into a firm, yet sad, scowl. His shaggy strawberry blonde hair is pretty eye-catching, along with the black and white Shihakusho he wears and the large sword on his back, even as he gently tries to lead you back into the lobby and away from what was once your body. You can still clearly hear and see the living, if you want to try - but they can't see or hear you.
'Welcome to the world of the dead in this Resort,' he says, quietly. 'Looks like you're stuck here with the rest of us.'
He hands you a tablet, just like the one you had before. "You'll need this if you want to keep talking to them,' he explains, looking sad.
It looks like you've passed on, and yet...You still feel like you have a role to play in all of this.]
Yet, you're not alone. For all of you (except Szayel), a young man appears from behind you, his face set into a firm, yet sad, scowl. His shaggy strawberry blonde hair is pretty eye-catching, along with the black and white Shihakusho he wears and the large sword on his back, even as he gently tries to lead you back into the lobby and away from what was once your body. You can still clearly hear and see the living, if you want to try - but they can't see or hear you.
'Welcome to the world of the dead in this Resort,' he says, quietly. 'Looks like you're stuck here with the rest of us.'
He hands you a tablet, just like the one you had before. "You'll need this if you want to keep talking to them,' he explains, looking sad.
It looks like you've passed on, and yet...You still feel like you have a role to play in all of this.]
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And she.
She gets that, in a way. As someone who was alone for so long... she understands. But this was a worse isolation than hers, she's certain about that.
But wow. She didn't expect this. But even so, it's nice, to be able to see this side of him. A side that she didn't expect, but one that she doesn't hate. ]
It's okay, Ichigo... It's okay, you can cry on me, alright? You can scream at me, too, or whatever you want.
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[But that's all he can get out, as it all...just lets loose, in a torrent of pent up emotion. Letting himself be weak, even against someone he wanted to be so, so strong for.
Despite being a shinigami...he is, after all, only human. And as he cries, he begins to feel...lighter.
Eventually, he stops - and wipes his eyes, shaking his head.]
...I'm sorry. I'm - not supposed to be the one crying on you in this situation, am I...?
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She's kind of surprised herself that she can piece herself back together like this; she's long since past crying, but maybe that's because she's focusing her efforts on someone else now. She hates being like this sometimes, hates caring way too much and being absolutely terrified of what will come out of it.
But she does keep him close, doesn't pull him away from her in the slightest bit as she shakes her own head. ]
No, it's- [...] It's fine, Ichigo, really. I think I've cried enough myself and I think you've been holding yourself back more than I have.