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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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[he leans against whatever he's sitting on]
I don't know what, if anything, Kurosaki has told you about our world. But the society of Hollows is... not one of trust. I believe your human idiom is "dog eat dog". We forge temporary alliances, but you best be watching your back at all times and sleeping with one eye open, because an alliance can quickly fall apart and end up someone's lunch. [he closes his eyes] For hundreds of years, the only person I was ever able to trust was myself.
[being "trustworthy" -- it just made you weak. Someone that could be taken advantage of. Someone that could be used up and then tossed aside or eaten.]
Hollows do not make friends, Kurusu. This is all... very foreign to me.
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[despite his mixed feelings on Szayel thanks to the memory they just got back, Akira isn't hostile]
You can take it one step at a time.
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I suppose one step at a time is all I can do... I know I’m in no position to ask something of you but... please be patient with me...
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But you have to promise not to do creepy tentacle things again, first.
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... Well. I can't promise to never do it. Those tentacles are how I administer most of my drugs, panaceas, and poisons. But I can promise to only do it with permission. Is that fair?
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[even though he flinches a little at the word "needle."]
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