GRAVEYARD

[foundationmods]

[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.]

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EIGHTH VOTE

[messianic]

[HEY HEY WHOA.

He's not happy about this either but--]

Don't hurt him, wait--! Leave him alone.

[He's not happy Akira's trying to sacrifice himself, but can we not beat him up???]

Re: EIGHTH VOTE

[diesifkilled]

[TOO LATE THE PUNCHING IS DONE]

I'll leave him alone when he stops being an idiot!

[messianic]

Please--

He's done everything he can. How... how would you feel in his place?

[This is destroying him to say, because he wants Akira to live more than anything, but....

But even so...]

[diesifkilled]

...I've been in his place. I know how painful it is.

But that doesn't give him an excuse.

[messianic]

I'm not giving him one. I want him to live... more than anything.

But hurting him like this won't change his mind. It's just hurting him more. Please.... please find a different way to try to convince him.

[diesifkilled]

Like what? He can't hear us!

[messianic]

Anything. Please. Please... just stop hurting him.

He's... he's already suffering. I know it's hard. I feel helpless too like this. But I can't...

[He can't just stand by and watch Akira take these hits when he knows it won't ever change Akira's mind.]

... Isn't this just an attempt to make ourselves better, and not helping him?

[diesifkilled]

[And that, finally, makes Shirou deflate and just. Collapse to the ground.]

...Yeah. Yeah, you're right.

[He's just so tired of this.]

Sorry.

[messianic]

[Minato doesn't really hesitate to crouch next to Shirou, at least--it's not anything he could ever really blame him for, considering Minato's wanted to do the same thing.

Gently, he rests a hand on his shoulder.]

I know.

I know you care about him so, so much... thank you for caring for him like this.

[dereban]

He'll live.

[ But now she has to shake her hand a little because ow, she's had to punch three people today for attempting to stop them from doing stupid things. ]

Sorry, Arisato.

[messianic]

He's...dealt with so much. So much. He's still here, and still standing, and still trying, but..!

[...]

It's not fair.

[dereban]

I know that! You think I fucking don't--?

[ Her voice is shaking and trembling and she has to just shut her eyes because she can't take this anymore. ]

All of us have dealt with so much, but he's dealt with shit the most and while it's selfish of me, I don't want you to watch him die by some horrible execution!

[messianic]

Inaba-san...

[He swallows tightly at that... and drags in a ragged breath.]

... I don't want that either. No matter what, I... I don't.

But at this point...we have to be there for him in a different way--because this won't change his mind.

[Minato should know.]

[dereban]

I'll promise that I won't hit him anymore like that, but. . . I honestly don't know what else to do. What I can do. I don't think I'm the one who needs to be there for him, and you know it.

[messianic]

... I know.

[Minato can't get through to him either. There's nothing he can do anymore. He's already tried, and he knows... he knows Akira's going to do what he thinks is right.

No matter what happens.

Especially now that Makoto has volunteered as well.

He squeezes his eyes shut.]

We're too far away... too far away from all of them. [Even though they're right here.]

[dereban]

. . . [ She's quiet as she just nods, placing her hand on his shoulder, wearing a pitiful, sad smile that doesn't each her eyes. ] We'll find a way back to them. [ Does she even believe that anymore? ] We might be far, but we. . . will figure something out.

Re: EIGHTH VOTE

[theycallhimmrpchan]

[Guess who's finally here]

When will it end? This is bullshit!

[dereban]

I've given up thinking about when, to be honest.

[theycallhimmrpchan]

[He just sinks to the floor, all the tension and stress just gone - exhaustion causing him to go limp as he covers his face with his hands]

[dereban]

[ JUST JIIIIIIIIS AT HIM ]

[theycallhimmrpchan]

[He lowers a hand, breathing out as he watches the proceedings]

...That can't be good.

[dereban]

None of this was good to begin with, yikes.

[relentlesslyonwards]

[He knows this probably won't do anything, but he grabs onto Makoto's arm. ]

Wait! That wasn't your fault, and you know it! What happened to what you told me before?!

[messianic]

[Yeah... it's a really good attempt, and Minato doesn't try to stop Rean, but he does flash him a grateful look for it.]

[relentlesslyonwards]

[He reluctantly lets go after seeing Makoto's reaction, just looking over helplessly at Minato.

Things sure suck right now, huh.]