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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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Even death.]
It's broken all the time. Or- maybe it never really existed in the first place.
[These... bonds. He's never had them. No matter how much he tried. But he knows now why that is--
Trying that much was a mistake.]
They always leave, you know? [It's the natural reaction, being around someone like him. He knew that already.] So I'm sure they'll forget about me.
[He knows, he knows. It's a pattern observed over and over again, and when the same act gets you the same results, before long it becomes a theory, before long it becomes a law.
Nothing changed. He didn't even want to change, really. So this is how it will be.]
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[He's - shaking, but he's still so desperately trying to keep it together, because now that he knows the base behind them?
It's hard not to think back to his own past, to his own pain. How easy it can be to fall into the same patterns, over and over...]
Even - even if you don't think those bonds will be there, they will.
They will. I promise.
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Right... Being dead isn't so different from living after all! The more he thinks on it, the more sure he is of that, and it's a comfort in its own way, predictable.
Yes. Right. This is how it should be.]
Mm. If you think so!
[That cheerfulness is back, but he clearly doesn't believe in Ichigo's words.]