mind_blown | THE LOST DAYS... Round 1.

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THE LOST DAYS... Round 1.

It's all darkness.

The feeling of nothingness, of being nothing. Of not existing. You have no thoughts, you will never have any thoughts again. While that fact is not comforting, because you cannot be comforted anymore, it is true.

There's a certain rest to being... nothing. And to both knowing and not knowing, that your time is done.

So it's all the more unfortunate when you feel, because you shouldn't feel. And the feeling is burning in your lungs, which you shouldn't have. Because you are- or were- nothing.

And then, you inhale a desperate gasp of air and open your eyes...

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J—

...should it be Red Hood?

[ oh i guess we're. we're fighting now ]

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Nah.

[but he shifts slightly to avoid the brunt, and yet, the red is bleeding down his arm.

And yet, that despair is overwhelming from him.]

I'm not exactly Jason, but I think I should be.

[ sure she'll just

pull her rifle off her back instead :\ ]

He's already insufferable half the time, he doesn't need to be worse.

Do we really need to do this...

I mean, he's probably actually mad at me?

Hard to be mad at nothing.

[he shrugs, and then pulls out his own gun.]

So, wanna fuck around and find out?

No.

[ swiftly raises her rifle to her shoulder and fires off a shot; 11 Tough ]

[well, that fucking hurt.

but it's a heart, and he's a concept, he doesn't have to act like he's taking any damage?

so watch out, as he fires back. With 10 tough.]

Ouch.

[ nadeko blease i am trying to re-acquire my chill but i rolled a 6

startled, sort of reflexively reaching for her sword, as one does, but not really able to shake it off— ]

Why are we doing this, just kill me if that gets it out of your system—

[ jerking back, but it's not the first time she's been in a gunfight in imeeji, so she fires back--

and at a 4 tough that ain't doing anything.

She shoves Shrike in, further ahead of her, hastily trying to follow while keeping herself mostly in Jason's aim. ]

It's nothing like that! Just go!

I meant him—

[ she sort of stumbles— ]

What are you going to do—?

[ but also, she's doing as she's told, because ha ha what's a willpower right now ]

[with a tough roll of 13,,,

Jason starts to chase after them. firing once more At Cypress, and then moving to tackle her to the floor.]

Too bad.

[As he touches her, that deep, dark pit of self loathing tries to invade her mind again, that desperate need to validate her low opinion of herself--

but she's able to shake that off to the edges again]

[ tackled; and wheezes out a pained gasp, struggling under him-- the wounds hurt and he's bigger and heavier--

And with 10 Tough, she shoves the muzzle of her rifle up under his chin and attempts to pull the trigger. ]

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[that hurts, but he is. a concept.

but it hurts enough to knock him off of her. and derail the attempted neck snapping he was about to do.

But he's back on his feet, bleeding profusely and laughing... insanely.

brokenly.]

Go ahead and kill me! Or try, I don't care.

[ sssssstops,

turns back toward them. quietly: ]

...ah.

This is the him that has a death wish.

[ laboriously scrambling up, panting, and stumbling back towards Shrike. ]

... what.

Not... Quite.

[and then he points the gun at cypress, and pulling the trigger.]

[ -- jerks her rifle back up to get a shot off as quick as she can, aiming for his head. ]

You dumbass!

[ why is everyone so trigger-happy.

actually she knows that. stupid question

depression be damned she is not letting this happen, she's going to try and just. knock him down and out of the way. ]

[well-- at least that only bashes his head slightly.

but he is also out cold, and bleeding heavily. Though he seems to be rapidly healing? Like his wounds are going... somewhere else.]

[ well that's fine because it gives her time to disarm him and just sit on him in a grapple hold until he comes to again. ]

Stupid. Idiot, ridiculous, terrible, jackass, of course you say you're a jerk but I thought you were smarter than the kind of thing I'd pull. Coward.

[ it just. continues,

is she mad? she might be mad! ]

Cypress, how are your injuries.

[ just... stands there, breathing heavy, and only lowering her gun again when Shrike's disarmed him.

She doesn't answer for a long moment. ]

...

Fine.

...I'm a little afraid of a world with so many guns in it.

But—your response was good. He's stupid. I can try and dress some of those, before he wakes back up.

[ another long pause; it's difficult to tell if she's gathering her thoughts or just in that much pain; her face is emotionless either way. ]

... it-- reminded me of... something.

I don't know what.

...I think I know the kind of thing you mean. The sort of afterimage of a memory left behind?

[ shakes her head; a shallow motion. ]

... no. More like-- someone who isn't someone, I guess.

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