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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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But that doesn't give him an excuse.
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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.
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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?
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...Yeah. Yeah, you're right.
[He's just so tired of this.]
Sorry.
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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.
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I just... don't want to see him die. Not again.
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[A shaky breath in.]
But he's made his promises, and he's made his choices. He's not the sort of person who... you can clip the wings of, you know? Now... we just have to see what happens.
[And try to support Akira as best they can, as people who care about him so, so much.]
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[That's part of why he admires Akira so much, isn't it? That conviction.]
But I can't promise that I won't punch him again if he dies.
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[It's hard to talk about Akira dying so flippantly, but it's also the only way to not fall into a terrifying panic.]
And then maybe hug him after.
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Y...yeah. Let's...hope.