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...I was afraid you would say that.
[it makes sense. they reasonably knew that was the case, but.]
Having to move on then...even when...[even when nothing. because there's stardust, suddenly, and a chilly memory rolls through.
hm. that one, again. aquarius goes silent again.]
[it makes sense. they reasonably knew that was the case, but.]
Having to move on then...even when...[even when nothing. because there's stardust, suddenly, and a chilly memory rolls through.
It's cold. It's cold outside, and you stand before the twenty-foot-long pit that smells faintly like root beer and barbeque sauce. The only light you see comes from the full moon hanging above you. You're aware other people are around you, but your focus is intense, words spilling from your lips as your powers take over you. You almost fail to notice the strong, silvery light flickering amongst the trees as it draws closer to you. It kneels, drinking from the pit, and as it stands you falter in your speech.
She appears to you just as she did right before she left. Timeless, ageless, and yet...lifeless. You don't notice the way she addresses one of the others first, shaking yourself out of your daze as you stumble forward calling her name.
She turns to you, a sad expression and you feel something in your chest tighten.
"You've gotten so tall," she says, almost like this is only conversational and not monumental.
"Why didn't you answer me sooner? I've been trying for months!"
"I was hoping you would give up."
The fragile weight in your chest shatters then. "Give up? How can you say that? I'm trying to save you!"
"You can't. Don't do this." You don't want to hear her say the boy beside you is right. You refuse. You scream the truth as you know it, that he let her die, that he isn't their friend, and you do your best not to tremble and break when her hand reaches for your face and disappears before your eyes.
"You must listen to me," she says in that tone you remember so well. It's the tone she always used when she thought younger brothers should listen to their older sisters even without reason. You don't agree with her. It isn't a flaw, this burden you hold onto. "You have to forgive. You have to promise me this."
"I can't. Never."
She tries to reason with you. She lies to you, says that the boy beside you has been worried and can help you. But that's not true. No one can help you anymore. No one understands.
"Why are you helping him and not me?" You shout to get her attention again. "It's not fair!"
"It's not him you're mad at. It's me."
You shake your head. You protest. You know your throat's closing and tears well in your eyes as she continues.
"You're mad because I left you. You're mad because I died and left you alone. I'm sorry for that. I truly am. But you must overcome the anger, and stop blaming him for my choices. It will be your doom."
The girl behind you speaks up. She's always been someone who applies logic and reason to everything she says. She tries to tell you about the tyrant whose power is growing, that he'll use you, but...
"I don't care. I just want my sister back."
"You can't have that." Your sister says in a tone more gentle than most. You nearly stamp your feet, loudly proclaiming that you can because of your lineage, that you will do this, but she won't hear you.
"Don't try," she says just as softly. "If you love me, don't..."
Hundreds of spirits begin to surround you, twisting and throbbing in agitation. A warning you want to ignore. A sign you shouldn't ignore, but it doesn't matter. She's here, finally. You won't waste this.
"Your power draws the attention of him. The dead must return. It is not safe for us to remain."
You panic as you realize she's once again leaving you. You beg her to stay just a little longer, but she's already fading before your eyes.
"I love you. Remember what I said."
And just like that her form shivers and she disappears, the ghosts vanishing with her and leaving you alone under the cold, full moon.
hm. that one, again. aquarius goes silent again.]
The courtyard will suffice, unless you'd rather stay indoors.
[...]
Did you find your task difficult to complete otherwise?
[also if there are no objections, they will head that way.]
[...]
Did you find your task difficult to complete otherwise?
[also if there are no objections, they will head that way.]
[ Joonghyuk is silent after seeing that... Sometimes, you need time for the memory to settle, to reign in the rampaging emotions, and he at least allows that for anyone that falls to the stardust. It's the only kindness he offers, one of comfortable solitude.
Sometimes, you don't want to be seen yet. ]
Sometimes, you don't want to be seen yet. ]
I have no preferences.
[ They may go. ]
"Meaningful" is difficult to gauge when my prospects are strangers and I am doing a task for my own benefit, but a task is a task.
[ Joonghyuk is annoyed, obviously, but he will accomplish what he needs. Even if he finishes things stupidly. ]
[ They may go. ]
"Meaningful" is difficult to gauge when my prospects are strangers and I am doing a task for my own benefit, but a task is a task.
[ Joonghyuk is annoyed, obviously, but he will accomplish what he needs. Even if he finishes things stupidly. ]
[ Well, we are sad in this club, but we it is me hei. Joonghyuk is a heartless bastard, after all (no, he isn't). He watches this memory quietly, finding it relatable in many ways. With memories from past regressions, he would hunt down those he labeled pests... Those that made mistakes and costed him. He told himself it was strategic, but it is vengeful all the same.
He also understands the cruelty of a gentle voice and hand.
But (siri voice) he says none of this. They can have their cozy silence for now. ]
He also understands the cruelty of a gentle voice and hand.
But (siri voice) he says none of this. They can have their cozy silence for now. ]
[they bristle a little]
Do not tell anyone about what you just saw, or else-- or else..
I will fucking eat you!
Do not tell anyone about what you just saw, or else-- or else..
I will fucking eat you!
[ sometimes you don't see at all! haha hey it's a blind joke!
anyway,
well. aquila is definitely more tense than they were a few minutes ago. their sort of easy, relaxed mannerisms have completely faded.
...
but after a long moment of this, they exhale a laugh. ] What a pain in the ass.
anyway,
well. aquila is definitely more tense than they were a few minutes ago. their sort of easy, relaxed mannerisms have completely faded.
...
but after a long moment of this, they exhale a laugh. ] What a pain in the ass.
[onward...outside to the patio.]
I think the idea is that "meaningful" is subjective. What one person may find important may be of little note to someone else. It would almost be easier for strangers, I think.
I think the idea is that "meaningful" is subjective. What one person may find important may be of little note to someone else. It would almost be easier for strangers, I think.
[well. they're not sure what to say now. that wasn't the worst memory to share, but simultaneously it's also not very pleasant.
so it's a bit of silence.]
...sorry. We can just...ignore that. [as you do.]
so it's a bit of silence.]
...sorry. We can just...ignore that. [as you do.]
[ hm?
they snort, actually, and then shake their head. yeah. ]
Didn't exactly get along with my old man.
they snort, actually, and then shake their head. yeah. ]
Didn't exactly get along with my old man.
I was stupid.
[they don't think they were wrong either, but. they've learned since then. sometimes the dead have to stay dead. sometimes people really are just...doing their best.
sometimes blame is misplaced.
nevertheless, their shoulders sag.]
...I know. I get it. I can't just give you something like that though. [and they hate it, actually.] ...I'll see what I can do. Maybe ask around. Pull strings if I can.
[they don't think they were wrong either, but. they've learned since then. sometimes the dead have to stay dead. sometimes people really are just...doing their best.
sometimes blame is misplaced.
nevertheless, their shoulders sag.]
...I know. I get it. I can't just give you something like that though. [and they hate it, actually.] ...I'll see what I can do. Maybe ask around. Pull strings if I can.
[
there are black pieces, sure.]
Do you think of yourself as a selfish person?
[they can start playing and we will handwave that's happening in the background.]
there are black pieces, sure.]
Do you think of yourself as a selfish person?
[they can start playing and we will handwave that's happening in the background.]
I see. Is this what they call "tsundere"...?
[stop no they're black and white, what fucking weirdo has red and blue pieces.]
Might I ask why that is?
Might I ask why that is?
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