So, you're dead. Shame, that.
But on the other hand, it's actually kind of nice.
When you "wake" in some odd version of it, you'll find yourself lying on a rather plush bed. It's cozy and warm and just soft enough to tempt anyone back into sleep. The room is equally nice, if small, and when you turn and open the curtains to look out the window, you will see... wait, is that the town?
It is, actually. The town is laid out quite simply across the window and no matter how many times you may bang or wave through the window, no one seems to notice you. If you're smart enough to give up the venture and leave the small bedroom, you will notice that, of course, you are on the train.
The train that, is actually pretty fancy.
Moving through it, past the sleeping cabins and through to the main carts, you will find a dining car with fine dishware and meals of all kinds made at a push of a button or a request given to the air. They'll appear, freshly made and ready to eat at the table of your choice with any drink you could want. There truly doesn't seem to be any limits when it comes to the luxury of the meal.
There is also a bathhouse car with private bathrooms and saunas to fit up to four. Even one rather large room containing a small pool/hot tub of sorts is available for just about anyone to take a dip. It's kind of outlandish, honestly.
Then the lounge car, with its library and plush armchairs and couches. A pool table, a darts board, even a small area dedicated to painting. There's a bar too, fully stocked and ready for anyone who needs a drink. All it would require is a request from the bartender who... looks surprisingly familiar?
The Sheriff is there, much cleaner cut than his counterpart outside of the train. He looks up mildly at any arrivals, giving them a nod of greeting before going back to organizing bottles or setting cigars out for a smoke. He doesn't seem to be surprised at all by anyone who appears. Just... ready to serve them, whatever they may wish.
It all sort of seems okay for a moment, until you realize you're just here to wait for the game to end. Awkward. |
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sheriffexe) wrote2017-01-13 11:14 am
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[there's never any escape hasn't he learned that by now]
And since it's been a little while since we've seen each other, I thought we could eat lunch together!
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Which is a good thing for everyone involved.
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...Why's that?
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[she's trying really hard]
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Are you sure it's that simple?
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[is that a trick question?!?!]
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[Continues walking... continues dragging Yuna along, possibly...]
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What's there not to get?!
[what if she just kind of waits around to see how far he is willing to drag her]
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[He'll be merciful, because he's dragging her to the dining cart. He's honestly not even remotely hungry—being shot to death sort of put a downer on his appetite—but look, they're here.]
Well, what now?
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For now, though, she skips over to the nearest table, setting her hands down on it.]
Watch this! [And she takes a big deep breath, and declares at the empty space in front of her:] Chocolate cake, please!
[And when a chocolate cake just appears on the table, she grins like an idiot at him.]
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It's so stupid.
At this point, stupidity might as well be what he needs. Look at how far being "smart" got him, after all.]
Like I said, you're going to get fat.
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[it's not a picnic but!! still!!!]
Or you can pick something else, 'cause it'll work with any food you can think of!
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It works with drinks, too, so we can both get fancy sodas or something instead.
[or booze tbh. she won't judge him]
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... Fancy sodas? Is this what you're getting your joy from now?
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[... Frankly, he does want to just. Not exist for a while. Possibly forever.
The only thing keeping him up is the awareness that if there's anything he can do, he should do it—except there's nothing, which frustrates him all the more. Pragmatically, he should still be on guard, just in case, but...
Well, it doesn't matter. His life isn't just his own, so he can't be so selfish as to close his eyes and ignore everything. He's known that for years now.
... Though he's still not sure if he feels like taking advantage of fancy sodas and spending time with people.]
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If you're tired, a nap might not be a bad idea, but I don't think you'd be very happy if you just slept for so long.
[It's all of the nothing that gets to her, too, not in a way that makes her want to lie down and just stop for a while, but instead like she could burst out of her own skin. She can't do anything to help from here (can't do anything to help at all), barely has anything to just pass the time with—worst of all is being so far from her friends, enduring an empty room, and even that's not as bad as this being the way they come back to each other.]
And I don't think I'd be the only one who'll be sad if you just disappear like that.
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[Like Yuna, he failed everyone. Even with a role... did anything he do amount to anything? Looks like the answer to that is no.
(Aren't he and Yuna just licking each other's wounds?)
If anything, it just feels like he screwed up everything he tried, especially knowing the end of it all—nothing. Shot to death for completely impersonal reasons (and dying alone in blackness; the thought makes him bitter for reasons he can't identify), and waking up to realize that he'd been working towards an impossible goal all along.
Maybe it would've been better if he'd killed his heart and went after others, like one was supposed to in this game. No, it probably would've been better. Instead, he tried to play the part of the hero, even knowing he was never any good at it. If he had managed to help a single person, it would've been worth it—he would accept being an idiot, a soft-hearted idealist—but...
In the end, he really is nothing but trash, huh?
... It's a surprise at first when he feels wetness at his eyes (his now undamaged eyes, but he'd prefer life over this). And then, his next thought: Why am I crying?
Ha, haha.
His part is over, if he ever had one. It's up to Percy and the others. They don't need him; they probably won't miss him either.
He doesn't know why the idea leaves an aching hole in his chest.]
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The words die in her throat when she sees him crying.
And she's struck so deeply by the horrific unfairness of it all—she will blame herself before her tenets, know that she didn't succeed because she didn't try hard enough, but Shinnosuke has worked so hard, has wanted to do good, has pushed through all that's happened here, and here's what's become of it all: nothing. Her failures are no one's but her own, but there's a burning sort of hurt low in her chest at the thought of how much her friend didn't, doesn't deserve to be left like this. Were they ever even given a chance?]
Shinnosuke-kun...
[She thinks, a little distantly, of Karin; Now that there's nothing left to fight, I don't have a way to fit in anymore. I thought the Hero Club wouldn't need someone like me. Yuna wants to thank her when she sees her again, for being her friend. For teaching her how to be Shinnosuke's.
(She wants to see Karin again. She wants to go home.)
Yuna stands a little straighter, her voice coming clearer.]
Hero Club tenet. If you're troubled, talk to someone.
[And—she doesn't know what else to do but this. She steps forward, and carefully, a little insistently, pulls him into a hug.]
Even if you can't call them friends yourself, there are lots more people who you're really important to than I think you realize.
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