[ further down... well, then that's where he'll head. he will watch his step as he takes the path, coming to the fork and glancing to the radio. guess he may as well fiddle with it despite his hand. go on radio. tell us your new secrets as he takes the path that leads down. ]
he tunes it again, reliably. aikawa was mad about his but time to see what creepy message they get next! nice.]
... I wonder who they might make us see.
[idly, as he thinks about those voices. time to wander off to follow in that direction, trusting that aikawa will. probably go the same way? time to find out]
[ He's only barely biting his tongue from saying 'who cares', because whoever it is, at least one person is someone likely important to Mikazuki, and he likes Mikazuki enough to not be a mean ass at him.
He will kind of lag behind a little bit, but after a moment and a slight 'tch', he will follow yes. ]
[kdj begins to take the path to the fork, stopping at the crossroads and fiddling with the radio before continuing down. ahead of him, he sees a very soft, white ball of fluff lingering in the shadows.
jiji and aikawa also begin to follow, radio tuning and crackling as they head down. likewise, ahead of them, two figures linger shrouded in shadows. aruji and nikaido's features are hidden, but they appear to watch the two of them.]
" -Orpheus that he could take Eurydice back with him but under one condition: she would have to follow behind him while walking out from the caves of the underworld, and he could not turn to look at her as they walked. - unable to hear Eurydice's footsteps, however, he began to fear-"
[from their current positions both in the mine and in the cave, all three of them will see that the path leads onward and upward. it's dark, glowing red and green-blue respectively, slippery rocks and jagged edges on the way, but it's a straight shot up toward the surface.
the radio crackles again.]
"Do not resist, it will be over soon. Your participation will ensure clear communication with Biyoo, Aruji, and Nikaido."
you can't really mistake that white fluff entirely. round, very large in size, of course he would like it for her but. what does that mean on a trip that is this? something to think about, things to consider if he was thinking more properly but
alas, he's just focused on heading in direction of that white ball of fluff. if he was less cautious maybe he'd be more careful about approaching but no he's just. going right in. biyoo biyoo biyoo ]
It's taken a lot just to get a glimpse of you, you know?
everything about jiji's posture eases when they arrive. despite his own worries about the tricks, even the facsimile of his master makes something in his shoulders relax. his sword was bloodied earlier, this body crushed and maimed, but even for the chance to remember what - who - it was all for, then he cares so little.
(you, my reason has always been—)]
... let us not turn back.
[doing anything else would just leave them trapped here, wouldn't it? and ultimately - if there is even the chance that this could become even close to enough to reach his saniwa, then he likely would take this chance every time.
[ He doesn’t necessarily resist, but he certainly wants to. As it is, he just sticks his hands into his pockets and keeps his gaze downwards, not meeting the eyes of the shadowed figures. Neither Aruji, nor Nikaido.
No recognition, warm smiles, no warm reunion.
Only a cold, distant, somber quiet, not bridging the gap that she so desperately wants him to return from. ]
[there are three different reactions here and all of them are so deeply depressing for a variety of reasons.
so. biyoo biyoo biyoo will barely wait before gently colliding into kdj's arms, a soft sound of greeting to let herself be held for a bit. her fur is warm. she's solid. she's here.
aruji watches jiji from the shadows, contemplating his beloved sword's appearance, looking him over. though words are not exchanged, jiji may get the sense that this journey will not be easy. can he prove himself? can he truly lead the way without letting anything change?
as for nikaido, she seems to also watch aikawa, waiting for any sign of acknowledgment. when nothing comes, she reaches out a hand as if it will make a difference, pinky extended. a reminder, if anything.
they will all have to move soon, because the radio crackles one more time.]
it's as if he expected as much, for her to not wait and he already welcomes her with his arms open. taking her right in his hold as he holds her protectively, warmly, remembering the feeling of her in his arms once more.
there's a look of fond when he regards her. that familial love a father holds for their daughter so clear on his face. she feels so warm. real. there's a sigh of relief, burying his face just slightly into her fur. ]
Biyoo, you've been very strong. But I'm here now. I promised I'd always protect you, didn't I?
[ the radio cackles and he knows it's important. they probably have to make their way. back... back out of the mines? to the start? they are gonna have quite the ways to go if so. ]
[under aruji's scrutiny, mikazuki only smiles - it reveals nothing about his thoughts nor his struggle. he knows that this same smile has inspired doubt from this man before. even now, he invites distrust and yet - he wants to act as though none of these troubles have touched him.
aruji gave him this heart - and yet, all at once, he does not need to know how close it is to always breaking.]
[ His hand twitches where they rest in his pockets. It hurts, being reminded.
'No matter what the real you is like... No matter what happens... We’ll always be — !'
It wasn’t worth existing. The man he ended up being, the man he used to be — it wasn’t worth it.
He could just forget everything. He could go back to happy days, at the Hungry Bug, loud and raucous and without a damned care as long as it was just the two of them.
’Isn’t it better if I don’t talk to Risu Nikaido, anymore…?’ ]
Sorry...
I’m not that guy.
[ He walks forward — but he doesn’t look.
He could not turn to look at her as they walked. ]
i still love that team mikaikawa is in a whole other fucking timeloop and is unaware of what's going on in the mines with kdj.
so yeah. kdj gets to have biyoo, and she makes a noise of agreement before lightly bopping into his face. it's a sign of affection and comfort. trust. she trusts him to do what's best for her to save her. after a few more minutes, she starts to pull away to linger behind him in the shadows again. she's ready to follow, dokja. she'll be right behind you.
nikaido's hand slowly drops, form flickering just slightly as she watches him go. aruji's eyes follow mikazuki as well, and the two of them turn to fall in line and begin following them through the caves.
the footsteps of aruji and nikaido echo as mikazuki and aikawa walk. it's a steep incline, crystals embedded in the walls and in the pathway of the cave as they start to climb higher. aikawa's back aches, along with his lungs. jiji's leg starts to struggle to hold up his weight, the scent of smoke in his nose. but they are only partway there. they have to keep going.
biyoo, meanwhile, follows along behind dokja with content and encouraging noises. it's the only sound in the mines, a sweet kind of communication only he can really understand. the message is clear enough though. she'll stay as long as he leads. dokja, too, will begin to feel the wear and tear on his body as they climb. his skin is tight, beginning to feel stiff and hot. his hand throbs in a steady pulse, hole tearing slightly with any movement, but maybe it doesn't matter.
[ mikaikawa: can't believe we died in the mines and had to do another timeloop kdj: wait you guys died in the mines?
it's hard to let her slink back to the shadows again. he would much rather keep her in his sight, guide her by his side as he has back home. however, he trusts her. he trusts her as much as she trusts him. a strong bond that began when she first trusted him to save her soul in her previous life.
so he will move on. it's tempting to glance back and check up on her but he knows better than to fuss over her. so he doesn't look back. it's his trust that keeps him moving forward, his attention ahead. especially with her encouragement and acknowledging sounds. enough to know she's still following behind.
the pain is notable, the tear, the wear, the heat and stiffness of it but.. he really can't bring himself to care. to focus too much on that. it doesn't matter as much as that moment he found biyoo.
the first step he puts on his leg that invites a wobble - there is the slightest pause. and in that moment, there is the slightest flash of anger in his expression. destroy his body, compromise his integrity, make him question the history of his own steel - but do not ever reveal his weakness to his master.
the smoke is suffocating and this body aches, but he walks forward with all the grace of an old lord. the first falter will be the last, if only through sheer force of will.]
[ He walks and it weighs heavy and weary. Everything Nikaido knew about him was a lie, and she’s — following someone who doesn’t exist. The only thing still ‘real’ about it is that it’s the same pinky that intertwined with hers and made that promise… but if he denies these hands drove knives into the people he loves, then how can he acknowledge the other?
But he does care. He wants her to be happy. It’s just that he doesn’t think that ‘happiness’ is with him.
They walk, and he feels the pain, but it feels distant and dull like through a haze of morphine. Just don’t think about it, has ever been his coward’s solution — but he can’t deny that he hopes that he still hears those footsteps behind him, as sad or as distant as they may be.
[the mine, and the cave, both grow darker the higher they all walk.
in tandem, they continue up the incline, an act of trust, walking ahead into the dark without any idea of where they're going. the path begins to even out, less dewy or dirt-packed and smoother with each step.
the footsteps of aruji and nikaido fade away.
biyoo stops chirping at dokja.
a distant light is up ahead.
halfway there now...only silence. only darkness. only the oppressive thoughts and sheer determination of individuals wearing down piece by piece.]
[ 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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Biyoo!
[ my riceball (?) ]
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he tunes it again, reliably. aikawa was mad about his but time to see what creepy message they get next! nice.]
... I wonder who they might make us see.
[idly, as he thinks about those voices. time to wander off to follow in that direction, trusting that aikawa will. probably go the same way? time to find out]
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[ He's only barely biting his tongue from saying 'who cares', because whoever it is, at least one person is someone likely important to Mikazuki, and he likes Mikazuki enough to not be a mean ass at him.
He will kind of lag behind a little bit, but after a moment and a slight 'tch', he will follow yes. ]
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jiji and aikawa also begin to follow, radio tuning and crackling as they head down. likewise, ahead of them, two figures linger shrouded in shadows. aruji and nikaido's features are hidden, but they appear to watch the two of them.]
[from their current positions both in the mine and in the cave, all three of them will see that the path leads onward and upward. it's dark, glowing red and green-blue respectively, slippery rocks and jagged edges on the way, but it's a straight shot up toward the surface.
the radio crackles again.]
[...well?]
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you can't really mistake that white fluff entirely. round, very large in size, of course he would like it for her but. what does that mean on a trip that is this? something to think about, things to consider if he was thinking more properly but
alas, he's just focused on heading in direction of that white ball of fluff. if he was less cautious maybe he'd be more careful about approaching but no he's just. going right in. biyoo biyoo biyoo ]
It's taken a lot just to get a glimpse of you, you know?
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everything about jiji's posture eases when they arrive. despite his own worries about the tricks, even the facsimile of his master makes something in his shoulders relax. his sword was bloodied earlier, this body crushed and maimed, but even for the chance to remember what - who - it was all for, then he cares so little.
(you, my reason has always been—)]
... let us not turn back.
[doing anything else would just leave them trapped here, wouldn't it? and ultimately - if there is even the chance that this could become even close to enough to reach his saniwa, then he likely would take this chance every time.
this is his own salvation.]
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No recognition, warm smiles, no warm reunion.
Only a cold, distant, somber quiet, not bridging the gap that she so desperately wants him to return from. ]
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so. biyoo biyoo biyoo will barely wait before gently colliding into kdj's arms, a soft sound of greeting to let herself be held for a bit. her fur is warm. she's solid. she's here.
aruji watches jiji from the shadows, contemplating his beloved sword's appearance, looking him over. though words are not exchanged, jiji may get the sense that this journey will not be easy. can he prove himself? can he truly lead the way without letting anything change?
as for nikaido, she seems to also watch aikawa, waiting for any sign of acknowledgment. when nothing comes, she reaches out a hand as if it will make a difference, pinky extended. a reminder, if anything.
they will all have to move soon, because the radio crackles one more time.]
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it's as if he expected as much, for her to not wait and he already welcomes her with his arms open. taking her right in his hold as he holds her protectively, warmly, remembering the feeling of her in his arms once more.
there's a look of fond when he regards her. that familial love a father holds for their daughter so clear on his face. she feels so warm. real. there's a sigh of relief, burying his face just slightly into her fur. ]
Biyoo, you've been very strong. But I'm here now. I promised I'd always protect you, didn't I?
[ the radio cackles and he knows it's important. they probably have to make their way. back... back out of the mines? to the start? they are gonna have quite the ways to go if so. ]
Stay with me, alright?
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aruji gave him this heart - and yet, all at once, he does not need to know how close it is to always breaking.]
All will be well, all will be well.
[mikazuki walks past his master, and forward.]
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'No matter what the real you is like...
No matter what happens...
We’ll always be — !'
It wasn’t worth existing. The man he ended up being, the man he used to be — it wasn’t worth it.
He could just forget everything. He could go back to happy days, at the Hungry Bug, loud and raucous and without a damned care as long as it was just the two of them.
’Isn’t it better if I don’t talk to
RisuNikaido, anymore…?’ ]Sorry...
I’m not that guy.
[ He walks forward — but he doesn’t look.
He could not turn to look at her as they walked. ]
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i still love that team mikaikawa is in a whole other fucking timeloop and is unaware of what's going on in the mines with kdj.
so yeah. kdj gets to have biyoo, and she makes a noise of agreement before lightly bopping into his face. it's a sign of affection and comfort. trust. she trusts him to do what's best for her to save her. after a few more minutes, she starts to pull away to linger behind him in the shadows again. she's ready to follow, dokja. she'll be right behind you.
nikaido's hand slowly drops, form flickering just slightly as she watches him go. aruji's eyes follow mikazuki as well, and the two of them turn to fall in line and begin following them through the caves.
the footsteps of aruji and nikaido echo as mikazuki and aikawa walk. it's a steep incline, crystals embedded in the walls and in the pathway of the cave as they start to climb higher. aikawa's back aches, along with his lungs. jiji's leg starts to struggle to hold up his weight, the scent of smoke in his nose. but they are only partway there. they have to keep going.
biyoo, meanwhile, follows along behind dokja with content and encouraging noises. it's the only sound in the mines, a sweet kind of communication only he can really understand. the message is clear enough though. she'll stay as long as he leads. dokja, too, will begin to feel the wear and tear on his body as they climb. his skin is tight, beginning to feel stiff and hot. his hand throbs in a steady pulse, hole tearing slightly with any movement, but maybe it doesn't matter.
they have to keep going.]
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kdj: wait you guys died in the mines?
it's hard to let her slink back to the shadows again. he would much rather keep her in his sight, guide her by his side as he has back home. however, he trusts her. he trusts her as much as she trusts him. a strong bond that began when she first trusted him to save her soul in her previous life.
so he will move on. it's tempting to glance back and check up on her but he knows better than to fuss over her. so he doesn't look back. it's his trust that keeps him moving forward, his attention ahead. especially with her encouragement and acknowledging sounds. enough to know she's still following behind.
the pain is notable, the tear, the wear, the heat and stiffness of it but.. he really can't bring himself to care. to focus too much on that. it doesn't matter as much as that moment he found biyoo.
so, keep going he does. ]
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the first step he puts on his leg that invites a wobble - there is the slightest pause. and in that moment, there is the slightest flash of anger in his expression. destroy his body, compromise his integrity, make him question the history of his own steel - but do not ever reveal his weakness to his master.
the smoke is suffocating and this body aches, but he walks forward with all the grace of an old lord. the first falter will be the last, if only through sheer force of will.]
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But he does care. He wants her to be happy. It’s just that he doesn’t think that ‘happiness’ is with him.
They walk, and he feels the pain, but it feels distant and dull like through a haze of morphine. Just don’t think about it, has ever been his coward’s solution — but he can’t deny that he hopes that he still hears those footsteps behind him, as sad or as distant as they may be.
Stay with him, please. ]
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in tandem, they continue up the incline, an act of trust, walking ahead into the dark without any idea of where they're going. the path begins to even out, less dewy or dirt-packed and smoother with each step.
the footsteps of aruji and nikaido fade away.
biyoo stops chirping at dokja.
a distant light is up ahead.
halfway there now...only silence. only darkness. only the oppressive thoughts and sheer determination of individuals wearing down piece by piece.]
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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!]