鳴上 悠 [Narukami Yu] (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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sunset_horizons2014-02-24 04:30 am
pitiedthefool) wrote in sunset_horizons2014-02-24 04:30 am
XVII ☆ Sacred Distance
Who: Yu Narukami
Where: The Tower Graveyard
Warnings: Feels punches and protags; they go hand-in-hand.
There was no telling how long he had been there in the wastes, watching silently as time passed. Every second only meant another passed that he could do nothing, and that meant that he would likely be soon used as some power source and die like his friends. In fact, part of him started to wish for it.
Yet didn't that also mean that all hope for his world, the one that they had spent so much energy in an attempt to protect and save it, and all the efforts of the others - would it have been all for nothing? What was he supposed to do if he couldn't even protect those who called him their leader?
Or... any of his most precious friends...
His mind would always wander back, to that hellish place where he himself learned again of what emptiness Adachi had spoken of what seems like an eternity ago. He understood that mindset now, but hated it all the same. There were just some things that months - maybe even years for all he knew - could never change. He would never fall into the same mindset, nor forgive himself for killing due to games in the tower. Though the look on Jason's face was priceless.
Though waking up in the stark contrast of white, finding oneself on apod bed and wearing the white jumpsuit...
...
The moment he could move again, he tookthe jumpsuit that looked like his old school jacket out of the chest next to what was likely his new pod bed, ignored the notes, and headed downstairs. Who knew how much time passed. That didn't matter so much to him. What mattered was how many of the social links he could sense again once he awakened.
A few of them were still there - who knows if they remembered or not, and what all changed - and he needed to know for sure who it was that still were around. The fastest way? Checking to see who weren't. After all, who knew if they changed a few rooms around again?
So he found himself silently stopping by the graveyard. Silently, because part of him may have forgotten how to words, and another of who would he even speak to? Phantoms?
...Heeeee'd rather not.
Instead he stands by his uncle from another universe's tombstone, simply staring at it for a moment. Should have guessed he and the others - except one of the Yukikos, it seems - wouldn't be here. Even Naoto and Yosuke, who had been here for so much longer than him.
...But what was that in front of a blank tombstone between Dojima-san's and Rise's?
He bends down to study it, a little confused for a moment as he looks at the intricate design of what appears to be some sort of seashell. He'd never seen one with colors like this, and for a while he wondered who it was left for. Not who left it, because that one was literally on the tip of his tongue.]
"...Xion?"
Where: The Tower Graveyard
Warnings: Feels punches and protags; they go hand-in-hand.
There was no telling how long he had been there in the wastes, watching silently as time passed. Every second only meant another passed that he could do nothing, and that meant that he would likely be soon used as some power source and die like his friends. In fact, part of him started to wish for it.
Yet didn't that also mean that all hope for his world, the one that they had spent so much energy in an attempt to protect and save it, and all the efforts of the others - would it have been all for nothing? What was he supposed to do if he couldn't even protect those who called him their leader?
Or... any of his most precious friends...
His mind would always wander back, to that hellish place where he himself learned again of what emptiness Adachi had spoken of what seems like an eternity ago. He understood that mindset now, but hated it all the same. There were just some things that months - maybe even years for all he knew - could never change. He would never fall into the same mindset, nor forgive himself for killing due to games in the tower. Though the look on Jason's face was priceless.
Though waking up in the stark contrast of white, finding oneself on a
...
The moment he could move again, he took
A few of them were still there - who knows if they remembered or not, and what all changed - and he needed to know for sure who it was that still were around. The fastest way? Checking to see who weren't. After all, who knew if they changed a few rooms around again?
So he found himself silently stopping by the graveyard. Silently, because part of him may have forgotten how to words, and another of who would he even speak to? Phantoms?
...Heeeee'd rather not.
Instead he stands by his uncle from another universe's tombstone, simply staring at it for a moment. Should have guessed he and the others - except one of the Yukikos, it seems - wouldn't be here. Even Naoto and Yosuke, who had been here for so much longer than him.
...But what was that in front of a blank tombstone between Dojima-san's and Rise's?
He bends down to study it, a little confused for a moment as he looks at the intricate design of what appears to be some sort of seashell. He'd never seen one with colors like this, and for a while he wondered who it was left for. Not who left it, because that one was literally on the tip of his tongue.]
"...Xion?"
[No, you're not.]
> Jason was dead.
> Judging by how it was worded, Asch or someone else close to either one of them died in doing so.
> You really need to stop encouraging those with little to no sense of self-preservation.
> Somehow he knew that being alone again would equate to you likely going mad.
Most of this, he wasn't sure what to think about. Part of him was angry at himself for missing it, with what that bastard did to not himself, but his friends most of all. Yet this also meant that it was likely Ruana had more power again, just like she'd absorbed Dax's skills when she ate him.
That went without the blatant "hey some of us died to gain this victory!" which he didn't approve of at all (and would likely cringe at just how it happened). THAT is what he was hung up on, along with a few flowers.
Somehow he got the feeling that Jun would have laughed at the combination and symbolism, had he any idea what breeds they were to begin with.
Once he stopped having a koala with black hair on his person, he knocks on the door with Asch's name on it.]
[:'D you love me right]
(It's not really going to bed early if you didn't sleep the night before.)
So, he's a bit disordered when he comes to the door, and not particularly worried about it. Chances are, it's Ion or someone bringing him a stack of dishes -
So when he opens the door, all he can do is stand there shocked for a good long moment. People come back, he knows this, intellectually. He's seen a few who came back post on the network.
This isn't like that. It isn't on the network, it's visceral and wrenching and right in front of him and, as is so often the case when Asch is put on the spot, he immediately says something stupid.]
I didn't save you anything to eat. Sorry.
[nope B[ ]
...Hope he doesn't mind a punch to the shoulder for being stupid, because that was the thing that greets him. At least it means he's solid.]
And here I was just going to ask if you punched him for me.
[Because that was the most important thing. Clearly.]
Holding up alright?
[yes yu do]
Also he's kind of in shock. That's a thing that happened, and is continuing to happen. He just looks at his shoulder numbly.]
When did you...?
[Get back. Narukami's back. He should, probably, be happy about it, but the little wry smile takes a conscious effort to summon up. The faint tone of dry humour is more genuine, more ready, even if it's self-deprecating in a way that says he realizes that he's probably going to get punched again soon.]
No, but Zelda stabbed him in the heart, and that was the last thing he ever saw.
[It's the thought that counts, right?]
[nope]
[You're lucky he's a good guesser, and he sees the wryness in that smile. Sheesh, he needs some more smiling lessons from keyderps or something.]
I guess it'll do.
[It's kind of oddly fitting that it was blades that did it in the end.]
[yiss]
There's been so few new arrivals the last few months, I wasn't sure if anyone would turn up at all. There's probably only a hundred people here now.
[So he hadn't really dared to hope; at this point, he's convinced that once someone is gone, they're gone.
But here's Narukami, and Asch can't say he's upset by being proven wrong. He brushes back some of his hair; the hairpins are sitting on his bedside table, so it's all too easy for it to fall in his face.]
You might as well come in. I'll tell you what I can, but you missed a lot and I'm not sure how long I'll be able to stay awake.