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Subdivided Mods ([personal profile] cyclists) wrote2019-08-01 02:18 pm

GRAVEYARD PT. 2 - WEEK 8, FRIDAY


Graveyard
25 Eliminated

Death has never been a pretty thing, has it? Though some of you may have seen it coming, many of you have been taken by surprise in the last moments of your life.

Fortunately for you, it's not over yet.

The last thing you may remember is dying, but upon awakening you'll find yourself in what appears to be the meeting hall. Warmed by the ever-present fire, the room is empty and the voting box appears to be missing. In its place are three large panels hanging from the walls that allow the newly dead to peer into the lives of the living.

As you step out into the village, twilight has set in over the sleepy valley casting light and shadows as far as the eye can see. The same buildings appear to be here, all in the same order and with the same amenities. The sakura trees continue to bloom, the kitchen remains well-stocked, and the bell at the shrine echos. Likewise, the river flows through the village and the four elemental regions are found at the edges of the village.

The main difference, however, is the appearance of two additional huts that you don't recognize each bearing an emblem of a sun or a moon.

Make yourself comfortable. You'll be here for a while.
globs: (if in the hands of gods)

[personal profile] globs 2019-08-02 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ they knew they didn't like Lune. They knew it. It's a petty, flimsy thought to cling to, but they'd rather get angry than scared. Their hands tense, cinnabar nails scraping against the wood of the table they're sitting at. ]

... He's not human -- he's stronger. So it's not over...

[ right? Their words sound hollow, even to themself, but they can't start thinking that he'll lose. They don't know what they'll do if he loses. They can't think about it - they can't. ]
whitewalls: (tremor of light)

[personal profile] whitewalls 2019-08-02 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
... mm. They can still do it.

[ her voice is firm, like she actually believes what she's saying even if she doesn't.

naminé isn't sure how he can make it that long with an injury like that, at least not without medical help. ]
globs: (you could see me too?)

[personal profile] globs 2019-08-02 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ when he gets up and moves again, they breathe out a tiny sigh of relief. Barebones, brittle relief. There's so much blood coming out of him. How much can a sura lose? Cinnabar barely understands how much a human can lose. They watch, waiting for the flow to stop, but they can't tell if it is or if it isn't, and they can't do anything more, even as he starts stumbling off after the other two in spite of it all.

He's still going to fight. Cinnabar shouldn't be surprised by that, either, but they feel a deep unease, a sickness like their inclusions are shriveling up; they don't want to watch, but they can't stop. ]


Damn it...! Why can't I...

[ why can't they help? why can't they do more? why can't they ever do anything more for him? ]
whitewalls: (caught in the ropes and the wires)

[personal profile] whitewalls 2019-08-02 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
... he'll make it.

[ she actually believes it a little more now, seeing him stand. she should learn not to give up when things seem hopeless... what a bad habit. ]

And then after he does, you can tell him all of this.
globs: (waking up in a world surrounded by flame)

[personal profile] globs 2019-08-02 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
... Tell him what? Words won't help.

[ they rarely do, and certainly not from a speaker as poor as Cinnabar, who could only ever offer the most awkward of reassurances. Quicksilver brims in their eyes, catching the light as they refuse to let it fall. ]

Nothing can help.
whitewalls: (i leave you dreaming in row twelve)

[personal profile] whitewalls 2019-08-02 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
If you're friends, it'll help.

... even if it's only a little.
globs: (oh boy your eyes betray)

[personal profile] globs 2019-08-03 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
Sentiment helps least of all. My friendship... won't close the hole in his side. It won't kill that hooded fool, either.