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2 ❀ bad end meme
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❝ANOTHER BAD END MEME❞ A popular fan theory is that the enemy swords you fight are actually your swords from an alternate universe who wished to change history. For this meme, feel free to make up your own starters or use one of the prompts below. Remember to state if your character is corrupted, not, or if you have no preference. △ ▼ ▼ ▼ ▼ ▼ ▼ ▼ ▼ ▼ ▼ ▼ ▼ △ ▼ ▼ ▼ ▼ ▼ ▼ ▼ ▼ ▼ ▼ ▼ ▼ △ 1. How could you let this happen? They wanted to be left alone, their mood was poor, and maybe you should have noticed the signs but now that you have, it’s too late. They can’t stop these thoughts in their head and something in their soul has turned dark and ugly. Is it too late? Maybe you can get through to them… if not, are you ready to draw your sword? 2. Possession. Even the smallest trace of doubt can attract them— evil spirits. Once the dark spirit has latched on to your soul, it takes over and consumes you. Maybe the possession is gradual or maybe it happens suddenly. All you know is that everyone has regrets and anyone can doubt… this could happen to anyone. 3. In a moment. You've been assigned on a mission. It's nothing surprising but this is one that hits a little closer to the heart and not in a good way. It's natural to wonder what you would do if you could go back in time and change a certain thing. But right now, it's actually in your power to make it happen. Can you do it? And if you do, can you deal with the consequences? 4. Becoming your own enemy. Your mission is to go back in time and let things happen as they were meant to be but their fall into despair was never supposed to happen, right? And so you went back in time to prevent their misfortunes but you keep failing again and again until, this time, you think you’ve got it. This time, you’ll be able to save your friend - but will you be able to save yourself too? 5. Reborn again. When destroyed in battle, the sword disappears only to return again anew. You can’t choose the fate you’re born with though and this time, someone has returned… on the wrong side. 6. The other side. But there are three sides to this war, aren't there? You are the third side: the Kebiishi. This army thinks they're preserving history but you know better, don't you? It's not their fault... the only history they know is the history they ruined. The saniwa's army doesn't know how to stop and that's why it's up to you to put an end to them. 7. Actually not so innocent. You don't even realize you're doing it. You go to sleep, you black out, and the next thing you know, there's blood on your sword. But from what? How? Did you do it? You don't... remember doing this but everyone is saying you did something wrong. But you're innocent! You swear! 8. The cure is ineffective. They saved you. You'd turned on them before and you were forced to commit grave sins against your will but they saved you. They stopped you. Your soul was purified by the saniwa sage. Did it hurt? Maybe you remember. Maybe you don't. But all that matters you thought you were saved... until it became clear that you weren't. You're living on borrowed time. You're a ticking time bomb. Are you ready for part two? 9. Wildcard. Bring the pain. Make your own/mix and match. △ ▼ ▼ ▼ ▼ ▼ ▼ ▼ ▼ ▼ ▼ ▼ ▼ △ ▼ ▼ ▼ ▼ ▼ ▼ ▼ ▼ ▼ ▼ ▼ ▼ △ |
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[He's not talking to you, the dark beast that has taken hold on the outside. The one that cannot bear to stand his gaze. Mikazuki's eyes narrow a little, the crescent moon in them starting to glow.
When he next speaks, his voice is loud and commanding.]
Look at me, Tsurumaru Kuninaga.
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What crane do you see? There's nothing like a crane here! There's no one like that here so save your breath!
(And there's a sudden jolt of pain that seems to run through his body, making him curl within himself, gasping loudly.)
That stupid girl. (It would seem that elsewhere, Hana's purification has begun.) It'll take more than a few prayers...
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I'm not talking to you. Be silent.
[Again, his gaze searches the other's, trying to see beyond the red. Whatever has taken a hold of Tsurumaru is fighting back. All of the swords present can almost taste it in the air. The barriers hold for now, but they are all ready for it breaking. Tense and focused.]
Tsurumaru Kuninaga. I know you are in there. Stop hiding. You are stronger than this.
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( He yells it again because it's true. He isn't. Not when he's black like this. He bites down on his tongue, suppressing words that are trying to come out and cries out, )
This is me! ( It hurts. Everything hurts. Especially, his chest hurts, like it's filled with too many things, like his heart is being ripped apart, like everything could just burst. ) Why did you bring me here?! Why... can't you just leave me alone!
( Just leave him alone. So that no one can leave. So that he can finally rest. )
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Leave you alone?
... No, I cannot do that.
[It's probably dangerous, but Mikazuki still reaches inside the barrier. he's removed his gloves so he can try and touch Tsurumaru directly.]
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He's trembling and he keeps his face down, still avoiding looking at Mikazuki. He does, however, say something. It's quiet, just barely above a whisper, and he struggles to get the word to come out,)
Mika... zu... ki...
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[This is definitely encouraging. Something is working, both from outside, with their master working on purification and from the inside.
The tips of his fingers brush against the side of Tsurumaru's face.]
It's alright, Tsurumaru. Look at me.
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He glares at Mikazuki with bright red eyes through his bangs. It's a stubborn glare, one that someone gives when they're clearly fighting with themselves about something-- like if they should speak or not and daring the other person to say something. But this is more than just someone trying to swallow back words in an argument. He's clearly fighting something greater than that and he clenches his jaw tight. )
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You know who I am. And you know who you are, Tsurumaru Kuninaga.
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Bound hands slowly reach up to touch Mikazuki's hand. They move heavily, as if weighed down by something invisible, and hesitant fingers wrap around MIkazuki's wrist. At first, his hold is weak but it begins to tighten, finger nails digging into his skin with more and more force. Despite the force, his grip feels unsteady-- like he's desperately trying to hold onto lest he fall.
His lips part, he tries to speak, and he looks away, bowing his head down and letting out a cry-- angry and in pain. The candle flames flicker wildly, the protective charms rattle against the strings. There's suddenly a lot of energy focused within this one spot. It feels like a battlefield, tense and conflicting, )
I...! ( Head still bowed down, the tatami in front of him stained with drops of black blood. The color brightens as black smoke rises from the stains, leaving behind only red. His hold on Mikazuki is so tight. He coughs and more black blood falls, turning red, ) I'm Tsurumaru Kuninaga...!
( He screams and lets go of Mikazuki, crumbling onto the floor just as a flash of bright light and a flurry of pink explodes inside the barrier. When it passes, an all too familiar white cloak rests on top of a white haired spirit. He lays on the ground, breathing heavy and hard, red on the edge of his mouth. Through his bangs, golden eyes look up at Mikazuki tiredly.
Despite it all, he smiles and weakly whispers, his breath hoarse, )
... Are you surprised?
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He breathes a bit easier when what emerges from it is white and not black, and the corner of his mouth twitches when of course Tsurumaru has to be cheeky about it. But when the Date swords rush forward, he extends an arm to stop them.]
Not just yet. Wait until Aruji gets here.
[He'd rather have her confirm that things are alright first than risk injury to someone else.
But he does answer the whispered question with a weak laugh.]
I could do without that kind of surprises, Tsurumaru.
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I think it's over... ( Tsurumaru's sword is no where to be seen. She must have left it behind. ) How is he?
( And Hasebe will explain for her that they'll observe him until they're sure he's been purified. His sword has been temporarily taken apart and will have to be put back together again in the morning. The tsuka had been stained completely black when Hana exposed it but it was now back to normal. )
Someone will have to watch him until morning. ( Shokudaikiri and Taikogane are quick to volunteer themselves and Ookurikara and Hana nods tiredly, ) Then take turns. It's important to rest.
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He wants to stay with Tsurumaru, but his Date comrades will be more than adequate to the task of watching over him as long as he stays inside the barrier for now.
He wants to take care of their master, but Hasebe seems to have things well in hand.
Truth be told, he should be taking care of himself now. He hasn't taken a lot of damage in the fight, but still a little, and since everyone is in right now, he will probably get nagged to go into repairs... at least if there is a room free, since many people got hurt and needed those.
For now, he's gotten up and picked up his blade and is standing unobtrusively to one side. It's not often he is indecisive, but he can't seem to make the decision to leave the room for now.]