[very glad that kdj is just kind of narrating his own life as he goes along. me as well. the portraits continue portraying different events and different images he will find familiar, but as he walks he will get the sense it is all around. lights flash from both sides, and before he reaches the end of the hall he finds himself crashing into an invisible barrier. it feels like cool glass, smooth and see-through. as he looks around though, he will find himself face to face with several pairs of eyes. all eyes are watching him, waiting with baited breath, cameras flashing as they take in his appearance.]
"Upon meeting, Dokja is quite mostly polite, usually in a friendly enough manner with most new acquaintances. He tries not to deeply trust everyone so easily, however, he still proves to be kind and a caring guy for the most part. Unless of course someone has an irking personality or attitude that has him treating them notably differently. Children, on the other hand, get a softer side out of him."
[his arms begin to move, positioning themselves to be loose at his sides as he's forced to stand upright. lights continue to flash in his face as people admire him from afar.
the fence on the beach is now busted. it's just gone. you really did not have to do this to the poor fence, but there it goes. jiji and bobchansan find themselves running around to the other side of a large cave, heading across the sand and following the sound of laughter. it seems to disappear right as the footsteps stop though. grandpa is alone, but his radio crackles helpfully.]
"I thought I could become real friends with you." "I don't have any memories of my past...and my face looks like this...even thought you don't know what kind of a human I am, are you really fine with that?" "What about you? I'm - isn't that a dealbreaker?" - - "So if you can promise me you won't use your magic -"
[the radio transmission stops. the laughter is gone, and the fog settles around him. he can turn back the way he came, or he can actually keep walking? where will he go?
aikawa meanwhile has no control of the situation anymore and begins plodding his way through the forest. he begins to walk ahead, ignoring some of the tree branches that slap him in the face and brush against his arms. he begins walking down a slope, and if he's not careful he will slip and fall. i will let you roll for damage, but as he hits the bottom of the slope he finds himself next to a river. he is also still very far away from the other two because this is just how this is going now.
he could try to negotiate with his ghost if he wants, or he can continue to settle. you know. as you do.]
[ the sudden crash into an invisible barrier gets a quiet yelp from him. it does enough force that he stumbles and nearly falls completely on his rear. jeez, figured whatever is in control would put an invisible barrier here, Dokja just squints at it before he turns and
freezes.
all the eyes watching him, his control cracks just a bit, but it's the sight of those camera flashes that have him almost completely frozen. almost, were it not for the tremble that briefly rocks through his body. most of his life growing up, as a child, he had been hounded by cameras. paparazzi that had no care for the comfort and well-being of a child. all they cared about was whatever gossip they could get out of him.
"You're that murderer's son, aren't you?"
ah. he feels a distant taste of bile in the back of his throat. the transmission of his personality, that's what it is, isn't it? instinctively he wants to cover parts of his face but finds his arms at his side, a click of his teeth sounding as he's forced to face the cameras.
this is actually more of a hell than most situations he could end up in. he would, quite frankly, rather be stabbed in the gut than face these flashing camera lights. ]
And here is where it messes with my head. [ HE'S SO TIRED ALREADY. ]
[ This is the funniest autopilot he’s ever had to be in, please. Yeah he’s just kind of letting this ghost take him wherever because he would really just rather have no braincells — and like. He puts up with the branches kinda brushing up against his clothes, wiping dew off on his jacket. He puts up with the bushes kinda jabbing in in the legs, either on his metal boots or higher, giving him some prickles. He is barely putting up with being smacked in the face with a branch here and there, and the longer they walk, the more subtly 💢 he’s getting. He can’t even zone out / ‘sleep’ in peace anymore even in a field trip.
And then you know, they just kind of slip and fall, except he manages to roll a 20 and gets a perfect landing, god. It’s his muscle memory and his natural 20 dexterity, which he sometimes considers a curse due to Reasons but right now it’s kind of appreciated. However, this seems to be a bit of the last straw for him because he’s just yelling at whatever, pointing to his… feet I guess. Since he’s being made to walk places. His nap!! ]
Okay, stop! If you’re going to take over my body, the least you can do is stop running me into shit! Fuck! Even that other guy does it better than this!
[nooooo face covering! dokja doesn't get to have that luxury. instead, here he is. the display. there will be no face stabbing, actually, and instead the whispering starts around him.
"He's willing to make up a persona if it means he gets what he needs."
"Unsurprisingly, he's overly sacrificial, given his love for those he cares about deeply he'll go as far as to give up his own life for them."
he does have a limited range of motion. he could try to move if he would like. he also still has a whole totebag of loot he could sift through as all the world watches.
on the other hand, jiji walks with bobchansan and it's very funny he went this way actually because he's coming around the backside of the mansion. it appears the same for him as it did for kdj. large, modern, beautiful. the front door is wide open, but as he approaches he will hear a strange, high-pitched sort of whine. does he persist?
aikawa is busy losing his shit in the woods and if that ain't a mood. he's at the riverside and off the clear path, alone and presumably forgotten. where is he going? currently, it seems like he's stopped for now. his body's arms fold over his chest. then behind his head. holding his chin. behind his back. it's testing his movements, but before he can go anywhere the bushes rustle. a ball rolls toward his feet, and he's allowed this one free motion.
if he can still move his legs, he's going to walk back the way he came. this wing sucks! time to move on! the world can watch him walk walk fashion baby (no)
he will pointedly look away from any of the lights, just focus on the walk back. he does have his totebag of goodies but... well, he won't resort to trying to get something from there yet. he will just focus on trying to get back to the split off. ]
[ He is constantly McLosing It in some manner of way at all hours. He’s grumbling as his body continues to make these motions and he finds it extremely bizarre to be lucid and aware as himself for once, even while this is happening. Maybe his graduation diploma worked better than he thought it would (haha unless…?). ]
I’m fine, no broken bones or anything.
[ He says, grumpily, as his body is presumably checked for for movement range. He’s been through worse. He also has no qualms about talking to himself in the middle of nowhere I guess.
…And then there’s a ball? He pauses for a moment as if just waiting to see if his body will automatically do something about it, but when it doesn’t, he’ll pick this thing up. I assume it is like… you know, kickball-sized. Unless you’re telling me this is a (seasons Caiman voice) baseball. ]
[walk walk, fashion baby, run straight into the other wall. that is to say, kdj can start going the way he came, but there is a second invisible barrier! more eyes follow him, tracking his movements inside this hallway-sized box. that is probably unfortunate for him.
jiji continues to not have an idea, except the whine is still thrumming. it's the same sort of sound that they heard in the cave, and as jiji fiddles with the radio he gets something new.]
"Okay, stop! If you’re going to take over my body, the least you can do is stop running me into shit! Fuck! Even that other guy does it better than this!"
[as he tunes the radio, that same blue lighting begins to flicker and appear near the entrance of the house. it seems to pulse again, dependent on how jiji's handling the radio. it's not quite big enough for him to do anything yet, but he could attempt to make it bigger or smaller.
on the other side of the map, the ghost seems to vibe patiently inside aikawa, like it's testing him and his resolve. he may pick up the ball. however, now that he's getting a better look at the ball, the ball looks familiar.]
[ WHY THIS!!! has his radio got silent again, does he need to fiddle it some more? he will for a moment but. otherwise he can probably try to rummage through his totebag for something to use if he can move his arms.
flashlight, rope, canteen, lighter fluid, box of matches, non-perishable food items... suppose he could just set this hallway on fire if he really tried. :umm: ]
Anyway he yelps immediately the moment he sees what this is, dropping it pretty much immediately. He wants to leave. He wants to leave now. Will his body let him? ]
Edited (trying to write posts on my work mac means the links get broken a lot) 2022-06-22 07:39 (UTC)
[well. here we are. kdj can in fact fiddle with his radio?]
"Ha ha ha."
[very helpful, I'm sure. since he was only fiddling with it for a bit, that's all he's getting right now! however, he has enough range of his arms to move them and dig through his items. he has a few things! what would he like to try?
i'm going out of order to deal with aikawa first. anyway the bolly kind of bounces, tumbling away to stare at aikawa for a moment. its dead eyes lock onto his, but his body will not quite let him just yet.]
"I know who I am, and I know who you are, and nothing else makes a difference. But do you know who you are?"
[the ghost begins to drive again, forcing aikawa's feet forward. the head stays, but with each step its appearance wavers between molly to another familiar face.]
"Why are you even here?"
[anyway.
jiji makes the lighting bigger, and this is actually a terrible idea for everyone involved. the sound of the high-pitched radio frequency increases, the blue lights forming their previous lotus petal, and the world around all of them wavers.]
[but actually...kdj doesn't get a choice in what he tries.
whatever the hell jiji just did...really, truly just did something.
when everything flickers back into view, there's a few things they should all take note of.
1.) the mansion is now on fire and kdj is still trapped in a box 2.) portions of the mansion have fallen thanks to the flames, crushing one of jiji's legs as bobchansan bolts 3.) aikawa's arms are bloody and scratched up, blood droplets forming phrases such as "who am i" and "who are you"
[ the sound of laughter before the mansion suddenly combusted in fire? very nice (no)
and all he has is items that can make the fire worse, a rope that will just burn up, and a canteen with small amounts of water. cool. is he unable to cover his mouth still? otherwise i guess he'll just breathe in smoke it's probably fine.
he does at least shout when the fire seems to be a thing. this is not a box he wants to be in, now for fiery reasons. ]
You've gotta be kidding-- [ RAT TRAP? RAT TRAP. HE IS A TRAPPED RAT. does the wing lok any different from when he first walked down here? maybe something that stands out? a sign? a HINT? ]
[wE JUST LEFT KDJ IN A BOX AND JIJI DOESN'T KNOW HE'S IN THERE I'M LOSING MY SHIT HELP ME
anyway bobchansan can bolt, weirdly enough jiji trusts that animals have decent instincts about fire. i remember he set the village on fire in subd but only after he let all the animals go first.
his leg gets crushed - a distinctly new type of pain, he realizes. yet even then, he drags himself up to standing - and shifts so that his sword no longer rests at his hip but almost acts as support. he's truly an old man with a makeshift cane now.]
Hah.... hah... Hmm... I see...
[DO YOU? DO YOU, GRANDPA?
anyway he will look back for the radio again. he won't mess with the lights again just yet (why only yet), but he's curious if there's a new message to be found. someone please tell him kdj is inside so he can help i'm shaking]
[ There goes Bolly. Aikawa is pretty much frozen in place, a prisoner to the will of this ghost as he’s forced to walk towards it, flinching as it switches to someone else’s face. This is literally exactly what how nightmares are like, and he thinks it’s hateful, thanks.
He can barely say anything. He doesn’t want to face it, but being asked so direct-on, the pressure is suffocating.
He can only mouth ’I don’t know —‘ even as their world wavers, the petals close like arms. It’s like having a panic attack, this sensory overload, and when his vision clears, he’s just trying his best to breathe. His arms can bleed, that’s fine. It’s like he’s barely even noticed.
Does he have control over his body yet?
Also the way he has NO FUCKING CLUE what is GOING ON ALL THE WAY OVER THERE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE ISLAND. ]
[probably the worst part about all of this is that even despite the inside of this box being on fire and half of the mansion burning, there are still flashbulbs going off because this is incredibly entertaining to watch. kdj has room to move his arms now, so he can cover his mouth if he wants! he should maybe figure out how to get out of the box though. the walls appear to be closer though, flames beginning to run up his pant legs and over his arms.
bobchansan has disappeared very smartly. jiji stands up, using himself as a can as he stands in front of this burning building. the radio, meanwhile, goes off.]
"Yesterday, the remains of a body were discovered in the ashes of the Adler estate. Kim Dokja, age -"
[debris falls from the house, splashing into the lake nearby as it continues to burn. aikawa is on the other end of the island going through trauma i did not realize he had. the ghost, however, does not give up control and begins to march him toward the river. it forces him down to his knees, face close to the water to look at his reflection.]
[ are those earlier portraits still there? maybe there's a hidden path hidden behind one... if he can try and remove them from the walls that is.
i'm gonna look so stupid when the way out is so obvious and i'm over here squinting at 2am like How.
well, he was covering his mouth as he coughs, but now the flames are ratJAMMING on his legs and arms so he's gonna take a moment to try and just. smack these flames. be GONE. he won't focus to heavily on it though, instead looking for another way out if those invisible walls are still gonna trap him from each side of the hall. help ]
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!
[ Well, he’s here now, being made to stare down at his wobbly river reflection. Just a mask, there — not even a face. Why does he wear the mask all the time, anyways? Where’d he get this thing to start with? Did it ever even have any kind of sentimental value?
Silence, first. He doesn’t remember which one of them said that first, or who said that last. But he does remember the answer, which never changed with every promise they made.
’Yeah.’
Didn't he say something like that?
'Keep being my friend, no matter what.'
Funny how things shake out. Wasn't him, he doesn't know that guy. ]
[those portraits are up! but they appear to be bleeding ink, paint running into the tiled flooring. as the portraits begin to fade, so too do some of dokja's memories. he will find himself beginning to lose pieces of his story, pieces of yoo joonghyuk, pieces of his accomplishments in reaching the End. for every bit of history displayed on those walls, the memories begin to burn and wither away.
you know. as he burns. the crowd begins to disperse, attention drawn elsewhere, but no one comes to help him. he's left alone.
jiji splints his leg with a bone, and while that won't hold up for long it's enough for him to persist. with each heavy movement, he will feel his body begin to wear down, smoke drifting from the upstairs left wing. it begins to fill his nose and his mouth if he isn't careful, and as he gets closer to the stairs, he will find himself glitching back to the entrance of the mansion. dokja awaits.
at the river by the woods, aikawa is having a crisis. the ghost, now that they've said their piece, lingers inside of him. his body bows forward, pushing to the point of almost painfully bending his spine.]
"Who...?"
[it's a whisper. or maybe it's an owl. it's hard to say when the word is so fleeting, but this close to the ground aikawa will feel his face begin to sink under the water. the pressure will keep him there, but the question lingers.]
[ oh, okay. nevermind, that is not a good idea to mess with them then. not that it matters now as they burn as he does. the combination of the fire burning, the smoke in his lungs, the fading of memories. his End... his.. End? he's certainly reached his End, hasn't he? why is he here? has he not accomplished what he's meant to?
he staggers, trying to find some part of the hall not crumbling with fire but damn is it just everywhere? i guess this is fine. he coughs to clear his throat, removing his outer jacket to try and rid some of the fire clinging to his limbs but that's when he hears a voice.
assuming it's not part of his frazzled imagination, that is. but it's worth a try. ]
Up here! [ cough cough wheeze ] In the left wing!
[ he shouts as loudly as he can before his breath sputters into more coughing. from being buried alive to burning alive, he really should have a checklist of events to happen to him tbh. ]
mikazuki blinks away his own memories of a different place - osaka castle, the summer of 1615 - and presses forward. that particular past is of no use to him right now, he thinks. he will not lose another in his care to the flames. his sleeve was being used to cover his nose, at the very least, from the smoke - but now he remains entirely focused on reaching kim dokja.
even as he glitches back to the entrance - it is merely making do with what he has in the moment. back to the left wing. though he does bring up his radio, tuning it again as if that'll bring him any new information or grasp of what's happening around them.
either way he has to go retrieve a (yjh voice) ugly squid man]
[ Owie, his back. He struggles, his body, bending painfully as it comes closer. ]
I don't fucking know, leave me alone -- !!
[ Blrblrbugbgbgfgh. Now he's just yelling in water. It's survival instincts at that point as he tries to flail and resist, panic welling in his body. ]
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[his arms begin to move, positioning themselves to be loose at his sides as he's forced to stand upright. lights continue to flash in his face as people admire him from afar.
the fence on the beach is now busted. it's just gone. you really did not have to do this to the poor fence, but there it goes. jiji and bobchansan find themselves running around to the other side of a large cave, heading across the sand and following the sound of laughter. it seems to disappear right as the footsteps stop though. grandpa is alone, but his radio crackles helpfully.]
[the radio transmission stops. the laughter is gone, and the fog settles around him. he can turn back the way he came, or he can actually keep walking? where will he go?
aikawa meanwhile has no control of the situation anymore and begins plodding his way through the forest. he begins to walk ahead, ignoring some of the tree branches that slap him in the face and brush against his arms. he begins walking down a slope, and if he's not careful he will slip and fall. i will let you roll for damage, but as he hits the bottom of the slope he finds himself next to a river. he is also still very far away from the other two because this is just how this is going now.
he could try to negotiate with his ghost if he wants, or he can continue to settle. you know. as you do.]
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freezes.
all the eyes watching him, his control cracks just a bit, but it's the sight of those camera flashes that have him almost completely frozen. almost, were it not for the tremble that briefly rocks through his body. most of his life growing up, as a child, he had been hounded by cameras. paparazzi that had no care for the comfort and well-being of a child. all they cared about was whatever gossip they could get out of him.
"You're that murderer's son, aren't you?"
ah. he feels a distant taste of bile in the back of his throat. the transmission of his personality, that's what it is, isn't it? instinctively he wants to cover parts of his face but finds his arms at his side, a click of his teeth sounding as he's forced to face the cameras.
this is actually more of a hell than most situations he could end up in. he would, quite frankly, rather be stabbed in the gut than face these flashing camera lights. ]
And here is where it messes with my head. [ HE'S SO TIRED ALREADY. ]
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... I wonder whose privacy I'm invading right now...?
[whose tragic backstory is he listening to?
anyway. stopping while he's ahead? mikazuki munechika? unlikely. he's going to keep walking forward while everyone has a bad time.]
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And then you know, they just kind of slip and fall, except he manages to roll a 20 and gets a perfect landing, god. It’s his muscle memory and his natural 20 dexterity, which he sometimes considers a curse due to Reasons but right now it’s kind of appreciated. However, this seems to be a bit of the last straw for him because he’s just yelling at whatever, pointing to his… feet I guess. Since he’s being made to walk places. His nap!! ]
Okay, stop! If you’re going to take over my body, the least you can do is stop running me into shit! Fuck! Even that other guy does it better than this!
[ STOP IT!! ]
Where am I going, anyway?!
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"He's willing to make up a persona if it means he gets what he needs."
"Unsurprisingly, he's overly sacrificial, given his love for those he cares about deeply he'll go as far as to give up his own life for them."
he does have a limited range of motion. he could try to move if he would like. he also still has a whole totebag of loot he could sift through as all the world watches.
on the other hand, jiji walks with bobchansan and it's very funny he went this way actually because he's coming around the backside of the mansion. it appears the same for him as it did for kdj. large, modern, beautiful. the front door is wide open, but as he approaches he will hear a strange, high-pitched sort of whine. does he persist?
aikawa is busy losing his shit in the woods and if that ain't a mood. he's at the riverside and off the clear path, alone and presumably forgotten. where is he going? currently, it seems like he's stopped for now. his body's arms fold over his chest. then behind his head. holding his chin. behind his back. it's testing his movements, but before he can go anywhere the bushes rustle. a ball rolls toward his feet, and he's allowed this one free motion.
to kicky...or not to kicky...]
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if he can still move his legs, he's going to walk back the way he came. this wing sucks! time to move on! the world can watch him walk walk fashion baby (no)
he will pointedly look away from any of the lights, just focus on the walk back. he does have his totebag of goodies but... well, he won't resort to trying to get something from there yet. he will just focus on trying to get back to the split off. ]
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but he is curious about the whine, and will start walking in that direction. though he will glance toward bobchansan first]
... do stay close, dear. I would hate for us to have come all this way only for you to become dinner.
[of whatever is making the whining noise....
but now that he's in a different location, he will sort of fiddle with the radio again in case it might hold new secrets]
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I’m fine, no broken bones or anything.
[ He says, grumpily, as his body is presumably checked for for movement range. He’s been through worse. He also has no qualms about talking to himself in the middle of nowhere I guess.
…And then there’s a ball? He pauses for a moment as if just waiting to see if his body will automatically do something about it, but when it doesn’t, he’ll pick this thing up. I assume it is like… you know, kickball-sized. Unless you’re telling me this is a (seasons Caiman voice) baseball. ]
…Hello?
[ HELLO??? ]
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jiji continues to not have an idea, except the whine is still thrumming. it's the same sort of sound that they heard in the cave, and as jiji fiddles with the radio he gets something new.]
[as he tunes the radio, that same blue lighting begins to flicker and appear near the entrance of the house. it seems to pulse again, dependent on how jiji's handling the radio. it's not quite big enough for him to do anything yet, but he could attempt to make it bigger or smaller.
on the other side of the map, the ghost seems to vibe patiently inside aikawa, like it's testing him and his resolve. he may pick up the ball. however, now that he's getting a better look at the ball, the ball looks familiar.]
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Gch-!
[ WHY THIS!!! has his radio got silent again, does he need to fiddle it some more? he will for a moment but. otherwise he can probably try to rummage through his totebag for something to use if he can move his arms.
flashlight, rope, canteen, lighter fluid, box of matches, non-perishable food items... suppose he could just set this hallway on fire if he really tried. :umm: ]
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]
Ha ha ha.
[fiddles with the dial to make the lighting bigger??? (jiji voice) bigger is better]
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Anyway he yelps immediately the moment he sees what this is, dropping it pretty much immediately. He wants to leave. He wants to leave now. Will his body let him? ]
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[very helpful, I'm sure. since he was only fiddling with it for a bit, that's all he's getting right now! however, he has enough range of his arms to move them and dig through his items. he has a few things! what would he like to try?
i'm going out of order to deal with aikawa first. anyway the bolly kind of bounces, tumbling away to stare at aikawa for a moment. its dead eyes lock onto his, but his body will not quite let him just yet.]
"I know who I am, and I know who you are, and nothing else makes a difference. But do you know who you are?"
[the ghost begins to drive again, forcing aikawa's feet forward. the head stays, but with each step its appearance wavers between molly to another familiar face.]
"Why are you even here?"
[anyway.
jiji makes the lighting bigger, and this is actually a terrible idea for everyone involved. the sound of the high-pitched radio frequency increases, the blue lights forming their previous lotus petal, and the world around all of them wavers.]
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whatever the hell jiji just did...really, truly just did something.
when everything flickers back into view, there's a few things they should all take note of.
1.) the mansion is now on fire and kdj is still trapped in a box
2.) portions of the mansion have fallen thanks to the flames, crushing one of jiji's legs as bobchansan bolts
3.) aikawa's arms are bloody and scratched up, blood droplets forming phrases such as "who am i" and "who are you"
so. now what?]
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and all he has is items that can make the fire worse, a rope that will just burn up, and a canteen with small amounts of water. cool. is he unable to cover his mouth still? otherwise i guess he'll just breathe in smoke it's probably fine.
he does at least shout when the fire seems to be a thing. this is not a box he wants to be in, now for fiery reasons. ]
You've gotta be kidding-- [ RAT TRAP? RAT TRAP. HE IS A TRAPPED RAT. does the wing lok any different from when he first walked down here? maybe something that stands out? a sign? a HINT? ]
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anyway bobchansan can bolt, weirdly enough jiji trusts that animals have decent instincts about fire. i remember he set the village on fire in subd but only after he let all the animals go first.
his leg gets crushed - a distinctly new type of pain, he realizes. yet even then, he drags himself up to standing - and shifts so that his sword no longer rests at his hip but almost acts as support. he's truly an old man with a makeshift cane now.]
Hah.... hah... Hmm... I see...
[DO YOU? DO YOU, GRANDPA?
anyway he will look back for the radio again. he won't mess with the lights again just yet (why only yet), but he's curious if there's a new message to be found. someone please tell him kdj is inside so he can help i'm shaking]
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He can barely say anything. He doesn’t want to face it, but being asked so direct-on, the pressure is suffocating.
He can only mouth ’I don’t know —‘ even as their world wavers, the petals close like arms. It’s like having a panic attack, this sensory overload, and when his vision clears, he’s just trying his best to breathe. His arms can bleed, that’s fine. It’s like he’s barely even noticed.
Does he have control over his body yet?
Also the way he has NO FUCKING CLUE what is GOING ON ALL THE WAY OVER THERE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE ISLAND. ]
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bobchansan has disappeared very smartly. jiji stands up, using himself as a can as he stands in front of this burning building. the radio, meanwhile, goes off.]
[debris falls from the house, splashing into the lake nearby as it continues to burn. aikawa is on the other end of the island going through trauma i did not realize he had. the ghost, however, does not give up control and begins to march him toward the river. it forces him down to his knees, face close to the water to look at his reflection.]
"We're friends, aren't we?"
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i'm gonna look so stupid when the way out is so obvious and i'm over here squinting at 2am like How.
well, he was covering his mouth as he coughs, but now the flames are ratJAMMING on his legs and arms so he's gonna take a moment to try and just. smack these flames. be GONE. he won't focus to heavily on it though, instead looking for another way out if those invisible walls are still gonna trap him from each side of the hall. help ]
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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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Silence, first. He doesn’t remember which one of them said that first, or who said that last. But he does remember the answer, which never changed with every promise they made.
’Yeah.’
Didn't he say something like that?
'Keep being my friend, no matter what.'
Funny how things shake out. Wasn't him, he doesn't know that guy. ]
...
Stop it...
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you know. as he burns. the crowd begins to disperse, attention drawn elsewhere, but no one comes to help him. he's left alone.
jiji splints his leg with a bone, and while that won't hold up for long it's enough for him to persist. with each heavy movement, he will feel his body begin to wear down, smoke drifting from the upstairs left wing. it begins to fill his nose and his mouth if he isn't careful, and as he gets closer to the stairs, he will find himself glitching back to the entrance of the mansion. dokja awaits.
at the river by the woods, aikawa is having a crisis. the ghost, now that they've said their piece, lingers inside of him. his body bows forward, pushing to the point of almost painfully bending his spine.]
"Who...?"
[it's a whisper. or maybe it's an owl. it's hard to say when the word is so fleeting, but this close to the ground aikawa will feel his face begin to sink under the water. the pressure will keep him there, but the question lingers.]
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he staggers, trying to find some part of the hall not crumbling with fire but damn is it just everywhere? i guess this is fine. he coughs to clear his throat, removing his outer jacket to try and rid some of the fire clinging to his limbs but that's when he hears a voice.
assuming it's not part of his frazzled imagination, that is. but it's worth a try. ]
Up here! [ cough cough wheeze ] In the left wing!
[ he shouts as loudly as he can before his breath sputters into more coughing. from being buried alive to burning alive, he really should have a checklist of events to happen to him tbh. ]
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mikazuki blinks away his own memories of a different place - osaka castle, the summer of 1615 - and presses forward. that particular past is of no use to him right now, he thinks. he will not lose another in his care to the flames. his sleeve was being used to cover his nose, at the very least, from the smoke - but now he remains entirely focused on reaching kim dokja.
even as he glitches back to the entrance - it is merely making do with what he has in the moment. back to the left wing. though he does bring up his radio, tuning it again as if that'll bring him any new information or grasp of what's happening around them.
either way he has to go retrieve a (yjh voice) ugly squid man]
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[ Owie, his back. He struggles, his body, bending painfully as it comes closer. ]
I don't fucking know, leave me alone -- !!
[ Blrblrbugbgbgfgh. Now he's just yelling in water. It's survival instincts at that point as he tries to flail and resist, panic welling in his body. ]
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