[lup pulls the trigger, and the revolver goes off with a bang.
it isn't only taako that feels the pain of the gun. lup, too, feels the wound rip into her chest. it's not exactly a bullet wound, but it tears and it hurts and it bleeds sluggishly as the binds are undone for shinobu and joonghyuk, grooves dug into their skin. the room goes dark. harrow calls out for lup from the incinerator as the door opens, but when the lights come up everyone's gone.
it's the three of them, and a door of light against the opposite wall. outside, they hear the sound of a song playing. the music increases in volume as the door opens wider to reveal a stage.
a CONGRATULATIONS banner hangs above, and an audience cheers and claps for the new graduates. as they make their way onto the stage, a spotlight shines on them. looking out into the crowd, they see the rest of the teams, slowly clapping for them.
team dokja, burnt to a crisp, nothing more than ash and bones. team starblaster, broken and bent at terrifyingly unreal angles. team demon corps, blistered, bruised, and shriveled.
at the other end of the stage is a swirling portal, opening to the galaxy once more.
take a look at your alma mater, and gather anything else you may need...even if it is simply your wits and emotions.]
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it isn't only taako that feels the pain of the gun. lup, too, feels the wound rip into her chest. it's not exactly a bullet wound, but it tears and it hurts and it bleeds sluggishly as the binds are undone for shinobu and joonghyuk, grooves dug into their skin. the room goes dark. harrow calls out for lup from the incinerator as the door opens, but when the lights come up everyone's gone.
it's the three of them, and a door of light against the opposite wall. outside, they hear the sound of a song playing. the music increases in volume as the door opens wider to reveal a stage.
a CONGRATULATIONS banner hangs above, and an audience cheers and claps for the new graduates. as they make their way onto the stage, a spotlight shines on them. looking out into the crowd, they see the rest of the teams, slowly clapping for them.
team dokja, burnt to a crisp, nothing more than ash and bones.
team starblaster, broken and bent at terrifyingly unreal angles.
team demon corps, blistered, bruised, and shriveled.
at the other end of the stage is a swirling portal, opening to the galaxy once more.
take a look at your alma mater, and gather anything else you may need...even if it is simply your wits and emotions.]