[ on they go. step, after step, after step. keep going.
he has stopped paying attention to where he's stepping, his attention is partly there but mostly on the sounds behind him. sounds that come to stop.
ah. the ache in his body, the heat that runs along his limbs, the tear in his hand. his steps slow but.. he doesn't stop. he looks at the light, squinting at it after being in the darkness for who knows how long.
...a shakey sigh leaves him, trudging on. breath heavier now. he has to keep going. he has to keep going for her. it's what makes the most sense to him right now. ]
of course, there is quiet. they had been warned even just before - and yet, there comes with it the sense of anxiety. had aruji decided that this mikazuki munechika had gone too far? is this the moment in which his creator no longer deemed him to be worthy - to matter for anything at all?
it aches because he knows all too well how possible it is. and yet this is the path he always chose to walk, alone, for the sake of everyone else. for his citadel, his master, his home.
he could look back - but that might be the same as destroying everything.
but if he walks forward, as he always does, then perhaps he can rely upon that sentiment that has carried him through centuries of watching everyone he loves die: as long as he does not stop, maybe he will get to see them again.
on this last trail out of lotus island, he sings so softly, never enough to drown out any sounds of footsteps should they return, but enough to occupy the silence.]
Time after time, darkness falls. Time after time, darkness falls. Dressed in black robes. This transient duty. The waxing and waning moon. A lotus pedestal shared by two - why does it exist? A lotus pedestal to share our fate.
She’s gone, and he doesn’t know whether to feel relieved or heartbroken. Is that even the right word? For the immense guilt and the endless expanse of the emptiness he feels for his actions, directly contradicting with his heart’s truest wishes.
Somehow, he’s able to keep walking — the remnants of the little sparks of determination, some reason to keep living in his shithole existence, the experience of misery.
Some distant thought that tells him, at the least, this isn’t real — probably. That the real one is still out there, somewhere, held hostage in a ratty-ass yet extravagant hotel where everything is far more tangible than this place. Funny enough that the temptation of ‘reality’ is what convinces him to drag his feet, the sound of metal echoing over soft dirt, even as he softly wheezes with the strain in his lungs, even as black-red blood drops down his hands from under his sleeves.
His eyelids fall as he wheezes, having only the sounds of their own footsteps and soft song to accompany them.
that's the thing that's made clear as they breech the top of the slope, walking out of the darkness and into the gentle morning light. they exit into an open field, a ravine before them and the radio tower behind them.
dokja is alone. mikazuki and aikawa are nowhere to be seen, but biyoo appears before him with a happy little "baat!" before flying into his arms again. together, now, at least. the sun's warmth shines down upon them, the salty scent of the sea beginning to reach their noses as the fog rolls away. his body aches, but perhaps it doesn't matter now that she's back in his arms.
mikazuki and aikawa exit the cave. the sun is rising. they exit into an open field a ravine before them and the radio tower behind them.
nikaido holds back, but offers him a smile. even if aikawa won't accept it, she's grateful. even if he isn't the same guy...does that matter, in the end? it's hard to say.
aruji stands before his beloved sword, eyes sweeping over his appearance before a hand rests on his shoulders. the mission has been a success...he may rest well knowing everything is secured. the sun's warmth shines down upon them, the salty scent of the sea beginning to reach their noses as the fog rolls away. their injuries act up, too, but it's a dull throb more than a conscious pain just now.
they're allowed these few precious moments to watch the sun rise together...
...the radio crackles to life, and it doesn't even need to be tuned now.]
"-sometimes it makes you incredibly sad. But at least you've faced it now."
[the static whine of the radio begins to grow, louder and louder as the radio tower itself is encompassed by that same strange blue light. regardless of how they fight...they will find that their eyes are forced closed.]
[the water beneath you is dark, murky, and hard to see through. the ferry remains docked until the last member boards, and without warning you set sail.
there are no skeletons on the trip back, no shadows lingering in the crevices. it's kim dokja, mikazuki, and aikawa seated together on a bench as the propeller quietly cuts through the water to take them back onward.
they're bruised, battered, bloodied, burned and broken. several injuries piled on one another, several memories colliding in timelines that may or may not make sense...though they can't quite immediately pinpoint the emotion, they may soon recognize it as something like heartbreak.
you have a long journey ahead...but the boat seems to be sailing toward a faint, shadowy portal ahead as the sun continues to rise at dawn.]
FOR THE PARTICIPANTS: KIM DOKJA, MIKAZUKI MUNECHIKA, AIKAWA: A GOOD END.
In the purpose of Entertainment as relating to the Hotel, this Excursion is now complete. Participants will return to the hotel in a random location in the condition that they are leaving the Excursion, maintaining all injuries. They will not be permitted to bring any weapons back onto the premise: any weapons embedded in the bodies of the Participants will turn to stardust upon arrival. For your participation in this Excursion, the Participants will receive the following rewards:
★ Two Tickets per Participant to be redeemed in the Hotel's Gift Shop ★ Their memories of the excursion and all injuries ★ The clothes upon their backs ★ Some other trinkets may be kept. Terms and conditions may apply.
[ all three of you will find your "trinkets" are small, antique lockets! the center stone of each locket is currently glowing a soft blue color.
each locket contains a photograph of a piece of your close cr or cr from home. it is yours to keep.
additionally, your characters will know that this necklace allows them to access one power from home, and that the stone will lose its light when the power is used. please run your power by your mod team so we can approve it once you've chosen one! if you do not have powers, you may speak to the mod team about your options!
bob-chan-san is fine.
you will each retain each other's memories for keeps! you will also experience on and off boughs of your newfound emotional states until the morning of the trial, at which time you will also regain your actual memory that you lost/gave to someone else. you won't always feel differently, it will come and go, so play with this however you'd like. as a reminder:
kim dokja will become more rogue, less cautious in his actions. mikazuki will be more aggressive, willing to turn on his comrades. aikawa will be more determined, risking everything to finish no matter what.
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he has stopped paying attention to where he's stepping, his attention is partly there but mostly on the sounds behind him. sounds that come to stop.
ah. the ache in his body, the heat that runs along his limbs, the tear in his hand. his steps slow but.. he doesn't stop. he looks at the light, squinting at it after being in the darkness for who knows how long.
...a shakey sigh leaves him, trudging on. breath heavier now. he has to keep going. he has to keep going for her. it's what makes the most sense to him right now. ]
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of course, there is quiet. they had been warned even just before - and yet, there comes with it the sense of anxiety. had aruji decided that this mikazuki munechika had gone too far? is this the moment in which his creator no longer deemed him to be worthy - to matter for anything at all?
it aches because he knows all too well how possible it is. and yet this is the path he always chose to walk, alone, for the sake of everyone else. for his citadel, his master, his home.
he could look back - but that might be the same as destroying everything.
but if he walks forward, as he always does, then perhaps he can rely upon that sentiment that has carried him through centuries of watching everyone he loves die: as long as he does not stop, maybe he will get to see them again.
on this last trail out of lotus island, he sings so softly, never enough to drown out any sounds of footsteps should they return, but enough to occupy the silence.]
Time after time, darkness falls.
Time after time, darkness falls.
Dressed in black robes.
This transient duty.
The waxing and waning moon.
A lotus pedestal shared by two - why does it exist?
A lotus pedestal to share our fate.
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She’s gone, and he doesn’t know whether to feel relieved or heartbroken. Is that even the right word? For the immense guilt and the endless expanse of the emptiness he feels for his actions, directly contradicting with his heart’s truest wishes.
Somehow, he’s able to keep walking — the remnants of the little sparks of determination, some reason to keep living in his shithole existence, the experience of misery.
Some distant thought that tells him, at the least, this isn’t real — probably. That the real one is still out there, somewhere, held hostage in a ratty-ass yet extravagant hotel where everything is far more tangible than this place. Funny enough that the temptation of ‘reality’ is what convinces him to drag his feet, the sound of metal echoing over soft dirt, even as he softly wheezes with the strain in his lungs, even as black-red blood drops down his hands from under his sleeves.
His eyelids fall as he wheezes, having only the sounds of their own footsteps and soft song to accompany them.
Yeah. Why does it exist? ]
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that's the thing that's made clear as they breech the top of the slope, walking out of the darkness and into the gentle morning light. they exit into an open field, a ravine before them and the radio tower behind them.
dokja is alone. mikazuki and aikawa are nowhere to be seen, but biyoo appears before him with a happy little "baat!" before flying into his arms again. together, now, at least. the sun's warmth shines down upon them, the salty scent of the sea beginning to reach their noses as the fog rolls away. his body aches, but perhaps it doesn't matter now that she's back in his arms.
mikazuki and aikawa exit the cave. the sun is rising. they exit into an open field a ravine before them and the radio tower behind them.
nikaido holds back, but offers him a smile. even if aikawa won't accept it, she's grateful. even if he isn't the same guy...does that matter, in the end? it's hard to say.
aruji stands before his beloved sword, eyes sweeping over his appearance before a hand rests on his shoulders. the mission has been a success...he may rest well knowing everything is secured. the sun's warmth shines down upon them, the salty scent of the sea beginning to reach their noses as the fog rolls away. their injuries act up, too, but it's a dull throb more than a conscious pain just now.
they're allowed these few precious moments to watch the sun rise together...
...the radio crackles to life, and it doesn't even need to be tuned now.]
[the static whine of the radio begins to grow, louder and louder as the radio tower itself is encompassed by that same strange blue light. regardless of how they fight...they will find that their eyes are forced closed.]
2/3
there are no skeletons on the trip back, no shadows lingering in the crevices. it's kim dokja, mikazuki, and aikawa seated together on a bench as the propeller quietly cuts through the water to take them back onward.
they're bruised, battered, bloodied, burned and broken. several injuries piled on one another, several memories colliding in timelines that may or may not make sense...though they can't quite immediately pinpoint the emotion, they may soon recognize it as something like heartbreak.
you have a long journey ahead...but the boat seems to be sailing toward a faint, shadowy portal ahead as the sun continues to rise at dawn.]
EXECURSION COMPLETE.
[ all three of you will find your "trinkets" are small, antique lockets! the center stone of each locket is currently glowing a soft blue color.
each locket contains a photograph of a piece of your close cr or cr from home. it is yours to keep.
additionally, your characters will know that this necklace allows them to access one power from home, and that the stone will lose its light when the power is used. please run your power by your mod team so we can approve it once you've chosen one! if you do not have powers, you may speak to the mod team about your options!
bob-chan-san is fine.
you will each retain each other's memories for keeps! you will also experience on and off boughs of your newfound emotional states until the morning of the trial, at which time you will also regain your actual memory that you lost/gave to someone else. you won't always feel differently, it will come and go, so play with this however you'd like. as a reminder:
kim dokja will become more rogue, less cautious in his actions.
mikazuki will be more aggressive, willing to turn on his comrades.
aikawa will be more determined, risking everything to finish no matter what.
thank you for playing, and congrats!]