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theairlock2017-06-11 02:14 pm
airlockedmods) wrote in theairlock2017-06-11 02:14 pm
Week 5
[As with the weeks before, life in the Fantasy Sweet returns to something resembling normalcy with shocking efficiency. The second floor rest area and Adventure Zone Death Orb Room are spotless again, the demon glitter has been vacuumed, the deflated orbs have been replaced. It's like none of it ever happened, like three more friends aren't dead and stored away in the guest house morgue.
There's a new floor to explore, their "reward" for a job well done.]
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[ooc: Don't forget to to turn in your activity for week 4, submit your memory regains and put in your threads for the Benefactors!]
There's a new floor to explore, their "reward" for a job well done.]
[ooc: Don't forget to to turn in your activity for week 4, submit your memory regains and put in your threads for the Benefactors!]
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The danger had to be real. It had to be a life-or-death situation. And we only had nine hours, and we were constantly split up, forced to choose different paths, so there was no way to learn everything--everything he had to, in order to understand what it was all about. Why he was there. What it was he'd always been supposed to do.
But the knowledge from those other timelines was still there in the morphogenetic field. And the one who chose the right path--the one who reached the final door--because he could remember things from those other histories, he was able to save her.
Every single other path was a dead end.
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... do you remember them? All those dead ends. All those... other times.
[ She hates herself for asking, but it's like the same sick curiosity that makes you pick at a scab. She has to know. ]
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[Such a thin, thin smile does little to conceal the bitterness beneath it all.]
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Those words, said and forgotten weeks ago suddenly ring like a siren in her head. She'd accepted them with a smile at the time, thinking them to be a reassurance of his determination and nothing more. But now, weeks later, now that she knows Junpei they ring with a sudden disquieting clarity.
How many times has Junpei broken himself to pieces, throwing himself at something for an answer?
Yuuri stares at him. There's something in her eyes almost like horror. But then a shine of tears washes it away and there's just sorrow left behind. She squeezes her eyes shut to keep any of those tears from coming out. She doesn't need to be crying right now. ]
... I'm so... I don't even know what to say. It's not fair that after all that you're stuck in here with us. You don't deserve it.
[ None of them do. ]
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[He's not sure what kind of reaction he expected, but tears and horror--from someone like Yuuri, who's a goddamned zombie apocalypse survivor--isn't it.
He places his other hand on top of hers, making a sandwich of their fingers and palms.]
It's... it's okay. Or, it's not okay, but if it means I can help everyone...
[Maybe there's a reason he was chosen to save Akane. A reason besides the fact he was always going to be the one who would.
He squeezes her hands gently.]
Life isn't fair. But I wouldn't decide to leave you all alone, even if it were.
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[ She gives him a smile. She's so tired and all this talk is disquieting and upsetting. But she does her best to make it a little fiercer than she feels. A little brighter. ]
You're stuck with us all. So it isn't just you who has to keep on at this. We're in it together, for better or worse.
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Yeah. You're right, Rii-san.