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mayorityvote) wrote2024-03-10 05:51 pm
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Your New Life
Another New Life
You wake up to the sound of surf, much, much closer than you've ever heard it unless you moseyed down to Puffin Pier back in the old days. What old days...? Why, the days when you had a body, of course. The memories are probably coming back by now, jumbled along with everything else you lost. What a wake-up call.
But at least the ocean is real, unlike your dubiously fragmented remembrances. This little island out in the middle of nowhere sports a crude sign reading
Here, you're free, albeit... kind of incorporeal, as you'll soon find out. The island is covered in pretty little trees that don't quite form a forest, bowed over the really beautiful sandy beach that is way prettier than the one on the mainland. One, slightly rickety treehouse -- bare of anything, because incorporeal ghosts don't need furniture, of course -- peeks out from between the leaves. This is, apparently, your home away from home now.
Finally, there's a small bay-like area on the island that leads you to a strange-looking storm drain, marked with a symbol that's not-quite-an-apple. Stepping in will wash you alllllll the way back up to Puffin Pier, right where the sewers normally let out.
Oh, and once you step onto the mainland? You're now a duck. What kind of quacking afterlife is this.
((OOC: the tldr; about death is here!))
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Adela-san too, I guess, when we arrived.
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...Yeah, Adela said what I wanted to hear too. Part of her reminds me of MAMIYA. [ Hence why he was so easily enthralled when they first met. ] Were they something like that for you?
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She encouraged me to kill, even though I was scared about my memories.... I doubt she'd be willing to run herself through a knife I'm holding though, like him.
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Not many people would... I couldn't bear that searing hot pain.
[ He never wanted to remember how it pierced his stomach, bled him out. ]
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If you want to vent about it, anyway.
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So what happened with your parents and Hakuraku?
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...I'm going to talk a lot about how adults and adulthood sucks after this, so it's only fair. Or as close to fair as we can get in this situation, I guess.
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Adults really, really suck.
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[ There are exceptions, but the overall conclusion isn't really changing right now. ]
Adults who can't protect the children around them are some of the worst.
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[ This is fine... They can just vent like this. ]
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[ He's still processing the anger he feels on behalf of himself and Ryou, so sure, let's go with this. ]
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Not even letting a child sit with them to eat. Taking out life insurance hoping you'd die. Telling you other people would throw you away if you told them.
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...Beating you up...drowning you...and telling you they'd stop only when you deny your best friend. And then having the gall to tell you to give up and grow up.
[ Maybe it's because of how much he was crying earlier, but his voice has less and less force in it the longer he talks. ]
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[ sora's going to die mad at this rate, again ]
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[ This time Keito doesn't respond with more. But he does slowly sit up from where he was lying down, pointedly ignoring the complaints from his muscles. Then with unsteady legs, he stands up, moves a few steps towards Otonashi, and plops himself right back down again.
He exhales. ]
...Hey, Otonashi?
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Clench your teeth!
[ Because Keito's here to give him the absolutely most ridiculous hair-ruffling on the history of this island. Better hope he likes the Super Saiyan look. ]
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Wh-what are you doing?!
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