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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[ 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.

[ ...don't say "lunar anathema" ]

...ah, that sort of thing... is fearsome, yes. So—ah. Really, we have people whose job it is to hunt that sort of thing down at home, so... I see.

I think in this case it's more that... this is a fragment of him?

[you know what, it's been five minutes.

so, of course, he's going to sit up.

completely fucking healed.]

[ she's going to headbutt him. ]

[well, okay. back down he goes for a moment to see double. and then he will just not move.]

Huh.

Don't do that.

[ and then just starts up again. ]

Pasiap's balls, you absolute moron. I know what you were doing, and you can't pull that kind of shit anymore. A lot of people told it to me, I told it to Sashay, and I'm telling it to you now: you have to find a way to live that you can bear.

Don't put that blood on Cypress's or my hands. Don't do that to Nero or your brother.

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[he barks a laugh, and if she's not careful, that wave of despair is gonna hit her again.]

I'm not just a death wish, you know.

And besides. I can't die. You kill me and boom. [his hands spread out.] The whole thing comes crashing down. 50-50 on if it takes you with it, but you'll just come back right.

So you're the one that responds to problems by trying to burn everything down and ruin things. Whatever. I don't want to kill you, anyway.

Both of us are going to be stuck with some shadow like you who'll always be there waiting for an opportunity forever, probably. But you've got enough people willing to sit on you when you try.

So learn to take a fucking rest.

Yeah. I'm that piece of shit.

And the inmates are running the asylum right now.

[he then rolls back to stand up neatly, out of range of headbutting.]

[ well, she already disarmed him— ]

Cypress is right, you know. You're insufferable when you're like this.

...is this a last-ditch effort because the flowers are going away?

Nah. I thought it'd be good to get you guys out while Red Hood took care of the others.

He wasn't very useful this time.

...so that means the others did all right, then.

Something like that.

[he steps back, sighing in frustration.]

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