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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 ~~DUCK~~ DAMNED ISLAND that seems like it's really railing against whatever fate you've been left to. There are little seashells and sparkling fragments amongst the sand to the left of your face. If you look further, to the left and right, it seems you're not the only one who's woken up here; it's considerably less cushy than your last wakeup, but maybe that's not a bad thing.

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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They said I could change it by denying my best friend. [ As if that's easy. ]

But I'm not going to do that. So yeah, I'll have to figure out how to change it. Just not in the way they want me to.

Hmmm. [ He's absolutely not the one to give advice here, as his thought process is mostly "get rid of the problem then", and like he assumes Keito isn't up for the same shit he is? ]

Should definitely be a way around it.

[ He stares. ]

A way without killing them, Sora.

I didn't say anything about killing though. [ Yet. Blinks at being called his first name though. ]

You were totally thinking it. [ Totally not going to explain that without prompting though. ]

To keep it simple, I thought about it too, but I'm not sure how much they talked about me to others. If they did, I'd have to deal with them too, and this time without any information to go off of.

[ So, yeah. There's also the whole "it's fucked up to kill someone" thing he still genuinely thinks, but since this is Sora he's talking to, this should come first. ]

[ Sounds exhausting my guy. ]

Then, why don't you talk to the ones involved? [ Wait. ] Hm? This time?

I'm not really sure, but...it seems like time's working weirdly. [ He genuinely has no idea what the heck's going on there! ]

The man who told me all that and made me "remember" was one of the people behind my death. I...think he told me that because he might have regretted it a little, but would still do it anyway.

[ It's absolutely exhausting. ]

At least that's what it looks to me right now? And that's part of why my mind is a mess.

Sorry, I don't understand... but I guess that's part of the problem. Hmm like a tangled knot you need to unwind, I guess?

No worries, I'd be surprised if you understood it all just from that. But yes, that's it in a nutshell.

[ He finishes the copy of the rules, everything about it clean and tidy. ]

I know I said all that before...it's not an easy road, huh?

Hmm? Is anything ever easy? [ People used to call him talented all the time, but it was weird to take those compliments. ]

I wish. But sometimes I just wish it was to avoid the sheer amount of frustration going on.

Tell me about it. [ When you're just forced to stuff everything into yourself, and all you want is to scream, he gets that bit. ] Though, really, if you need to, feel free to talk about it, even if I don't understand.

...I should be the one saying that to you, you know. I know I can't understand what you've been through, and I won't pretend I ever can.

[ While still wearing a sad smile, his grip on the pen isn't so tight. He's right—he wants to scream at the unfairness of it all, but is terrified of losing himself in the process. He's already lost his body, he wants to hold onto that at least. ]

But...I can listen like you did for me just now.

Hmm. [ He looks down quietly. ] You shouldn't really listen to a murderer, though.

...I'm one too, silly. [ Unfortunately for all involved. ]

That's still more like an accident than anything else.

... Actually, why don't you work on the sleepwalking first? That might help your situation.

[ That time was for sure, but still... (Shh, we don't talk about a certain other event.) ]

I guess I should, especially since I can't remember doing it. That's one of the reasons why it was so hard to write that letter to Ryou...

[ He know Ryou and Sora mean well, but he can't help but feel negative at the thought of trying to in a more clinical manner. Him being willing to admit to it now? A bigger step from him than it looks. ]

But I don't really know where to start with that here.

Hmmm. Well, it's a medical condition, so it'd be best if we... Asked a doctor? [ He's not even out of high school, he can't help you with this. ]

...Yeah, Ryou did tell me to go to the clinic that time. [ Where the heck are they gonna find one here though??? ]

Sounds like he knows how to handle things at least.

Ahaha... I can't deny that he's way more responsible than I am. But Ryou's so on top of things that it feels unfair to compare myself to him.

You're both friends though. What's the need to compare? You could just put your strengths together and all.

[ That certainly gets a reaction out of him, eyes wide with a smile that starts collapsing before it reforms itself. ]

...You're right, but it feels unbalanced when I can't do more for him than he does for me.

I'm sure he doesn't think of it that way at all. [ After all, what could he do for Hinata? Nothing, compared to what Hinata has done for him. But it wasn't like Hinata demanded more. It was him who was selfish. ]

Ryou's too kind to think of that.

[ That encounter at the amusement park only proves it more to him (despite everything else that happened that day, but not now). It just makes him feel guiltier about considering Adela's words about bringing him (among others) to this place. ]

...I'm not sure how much I can work on my sleepwalking here, but I'll try my best to barricade myself at night just in case.

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