unsaid: (☾ a waning crescent. moon)
mikazuki "fucky luxurious" munechika ([personal profile] unsaid) wrote in [personal profile] guestservices 2022-06-22 08:54 am (UTC)

[ - oh.

how quickly it all clicks.

time-honored tradition. regret. past. secure. future. four bodies in the ocean. these bright flashes of light, and - if this all truly feels familiar to mikazuki munechika, a body about to be burnt. about to be, but not yet.

with what remains of his rucksack, mikazuki makes play at humanity - the straightest item to be found, even if it's just a bone, then tied to his crushed leg like a splint. it is all the security he cares to muster, just enough to make sure that he won't fall over - before he rushes to the manor itself, even as this body protests against it. but what use is it if he is always the only one left?

perhaps aikawa's voice, too, was not a faraway memory or glimpse into the past. then he may also be in need of help.]


Just wait. [he says to no one in particular.] I'll be there soon.

[is it not time for this old man to earn his pay?]

—Kim Dokja! [he calls out once he's in the mansion, more to get his attention than anything else, even as he hobbles hurriedly into the flames] Announce your location!

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