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fullthottle) wrote2019-09-22 01:38 pm
GRAVEYARD
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GRAVEYARD
Abruptly, you come to. The sun is hot on your back, but there's the gentle lapping of cool water on your feet and legs as you regain your consciousness. Beneath you is sand - lots and lots of sand, some of it wet, the majority of it dry and burning. You hear the sound a seagull crying from somewhere up above you, and you can smell and almost taste the tang of salt in the air. You've found yourself washed up on what appears to be some kind of tropical island - one of your hands is gripping your clamshell, even if you didn't have it in your hand before you died. It's bright and well-lit, and there's the sound of voices from somewhere a ways away from the beach. Lastly, as you sit up, if you had some kind of supernatural power before coming here, you notice one thing in particular - that power that you were so familiar with before it vanished upon your awakening inside the hotel? It's back. Welcome to paradise. You won't be leaving here any time soon.
2. The graveyard has its very own location page. You can check it out over here to see what kind of shenanigans your characters can get up to while on the island. 3. Additionally, powers are now available. While some may still be nerfed if they are too game breaking, most characters will wake up to find that the majority of their powers have been reactivated. Should you have any questions or concerns about this, don't hesitate to contact us. |
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[this kid (read: ageless, timeless sword spirit) was gonna fall in]
Alright, c'mon-
[he'll get behind Hizamaru to help him leverage and try to pull out whatever monster fish was wriggling beneath the surface (no homo)]
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[Did a shark get his fucking line?!
There's no way they are going to be able to reel this thing in, he thinks. The line is way longer than he realizes, but it's quickly depleting in the reel. He presses back into Aizawa to brace himself for the inevitable. Both hands are now too busy holding the pole.] Aizawa-san, it-- [The line rigidly meets the end and holds taut for maybe one second.
And then it snaps, relieving the pressure on the pole. But that means it bounces wildly back at them, tossing them both backward.]
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[well, no time to think about that, because the line snaps and they fall back. Aizawa's positioned behind him so his back hits the dock first with a solid-sounding smack. Oof. At least Hizamaru falling on top of him isn't too much more weight. He's had worse things fall on him.]
... we probably should have just let it win.
[he's just gonna. lay here for a bit, ok. if hiza wants to get up immediately that's his choice.]
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What kind of beast...?
[After a moment or two, he rolls up into a sit, turning to glance back at Aizawa. He has... he has a soft red whelp of a line running up over a cheek, skipping, hitting along his brow where the pole had slapped him in the face when it recoiled.]
Sorry, Aizawa-san. [He turns to his knees and toes, getting off Aizawa, but offering out a hand.] Is fishing really always such an adventure?
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Ah, not really. It used to be the most exciting thing was a cat would show up.
[Meaning back home, of course. There were, tragically, no stray cats on the island for Aizawa to try and lure in for pets. Just Shiraishi. And he was tricky. He'll rub his lower back with a free hand and- there's a small snort of air when he sees the red mark on Hizamaru's face.]
... Yeah. You're too diligent, sometimes.
[but he doesn't say it like it's a terrible thing.]
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[Kitties. Why are there no kitties in the graveyard. Please let the puppysword interact with kitties. Well, Shiraishi, but... he already interacts with him.]
Elder brother is a very carefree spirit, so I must be diligent for the two of us.
[Aizawa keeps trying to get him to think about something else, but every single time he zooms straight back to Higekiri.]
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[Aizawa's lip twitches downward slightly at where it comes back to. Well, it's not his job to try and make Hizamaru live for himself. There's something about it that just sits at the edge of familiarity of it, too...]
["You're good at all that nitpicky stuff and we're terrible at it!"]
[... hm. If only it worked like that.]
Ah, well. That redness should go away with some sunbathing. For some reason the beach here cures all wounds.
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The beach repairs us?
[Death is also WILD. He glances down at his hand as if it has the answers somehow. It does explain how he woke up without all of the disaster he had when he left the ship.]
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Yeah. Nakahara took a slash to the stomach and was back to his usual self after a bit of time out there. I broke an arm and it didn't even need to be splinted.
[which, like, he did anyways but he's not egotistical enough to assume it healed perfectly because of his splint-job]
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[He'll keep it in mind--especially later when they're all washed back up on the beach from their galavant in the ruins.]
The repairing here is similar in a way to the repairing back home. It was so different on the ship.
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[Or maybe how it was supposed to be "safe"? Hm. ... wait, wasn't there a strange thing there?]
... this is closer to what you're used to?
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[He nods.]
When we are damaged in battle, we are repaired once we return home. [He puts a hand on the hilt of the sword at his side.] We are taken to the forge to be repaired. It requires some time, so we stay until it's complete.
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[points at hizamaru (human), then at hizamaru (sword), then back to hizamaru (human)]
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He glances down and then up again.]
Oh. Both. It is a part of who I am. Though we do often need care for our human bodies, too.
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[that's weird but, again, he's trying to have a half-open mind about this stuff]
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Mm. Our human bodies hold our spirit... so we are tethered together and share damages.