[trying to look him over to see what his injuries are!! his are going to take a while longer to heal, but he's all bandaged up on his leg, throat, and what's left of his arm.]
[ well he has ALL OF HIS LIMBS so he's better off. he has some bandages on his neck and down his torso, mostly. he's also sick, which he demonstrates by coughing into his hand with a grimace. ]
I'm all right. None of what you see is really fatal anyway.
[ he settles in and takes in all the damage for himself with a frown. ]
when the wind picks up, he's in a classroom that he recognizes, one that in this memory he never wanted to return to. no windows, lights off. the only illumination inside is from a circle of candles arranged as if there's an incantation to be cast. the sensation he has is that he just got here from a wildly different reality, and it doesn't feel right; this isn't the life he's supposed to be living. this isn't a place he's supposed to be again. or is it? did he ever really leave? is it ever really over? how long has he been here? where was he before?
the only thing that snaps him out of it is a man sitting next to him, pointedly asking him what is going on with him (are you glad you asked nu), reminding him roughly that they need to make a choice. when he looks up, still kind of reeling from a few sets of incongruous memories that don't mesh together the way they should, he sees three names displayed in the middle of the room. lup, mikazuki, tsurumaru. that doesn't make sense, either. were any of them ever here? but... where did he meet them if they weren't? two months in the school, then - no, it was always the school, wasn't it? two months, then four months, now on the fifth, all in this place. every week a new name, a new loss.
as that starts to sink in, instead of the stark sense of unreality, of wrongness, it's the names themselves that start to make him panic. when he tells the other man he can't make this choice, they're family, he can't do this anymore—
do you want to doom the entire school?
in the end, he does make the choice. the memory ends right after he looks at the names, eyes burning, and whispers - mikazuki.]
no, but he watches the list of names and their surroundings, piecing it together with what else he's seen from rupert's memories. he takes a slightly strained breath as they come back to reality, coughing lightly before he looks back at rupert, his expression turned gentle with concern. ]
Yeah. For longer than I ever actually was, though. The people I had to choose between weren't even people in the school, they were... family from the hotel.
[pausing for just a moment, gathering his thoughts a little]
It did in the moment... I don't want to discount that. But now I can at least be glad to know he was really safe, so it's better than it was to really be in that situation. You know?
[...]
And I'd like to know what happened to you, if that's alright.
That's a low bar to clear. But it's good that all of this is only ever illusion.
[ very real trauma, though. before he responds either way, there is a fragmented series of memories that answers for him: life as a child, together with shen and jonas, amongst other familiar faces. growing up together on some farflung alien planet. an image, brief, of jonas being nearly sliced in two by a monster. of himself, dying to some unknown illness. of time, repeating itself, looping until they can fix the series of tragedies that kills them.
it's time loops babey. anyway his adventure was much less grounded in reality, so while he's still deeply affected, it is at least not rooted in something like the reaper's game, like rupert was haunted by wiwaldi. so he blinks out of it, coughing, recovering. ]
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he's in first aid too, and not dead. they're doing their best.
haru is in better shape at least, so he'll sneak out of his own bed to come sit by rupert. he brings his blanket to be cozy. hi. ]
...I guess you guys got here right before we did.
[ he also sounds like shit but at least he doesn't have a hole like jonas ]
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Should you... be walking?
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I'm all right. None of what you see is really fatal anyway.
[ he settles in and takes in all the damage for himself with a frown. ]
...You don't look great. [ NO KIDDING ]
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Here I thought... I was going to be winning some beauty contests.
[don't joke you loser!!!!]
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anyway memshare me some of your cyoa ]
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when the wind picks up, he's in a classroom that he recognizes, one that in this memory he never wanted to return to. no windows, lights off. the only illumination inside is from a circle of candles arranged as if there's an incantation to be cast. the sensation he has is that he just got here from a wildly different reality, and it doesn't feel right; this isn't the life he's supposed to be living. this isn't a place he's supposed to be again. or is it? did he ever really leave? is it ever really over? how long has he been here? where was he before?
the only thing that snaps him out of it is a man sitting next to him, pointedly asking him what is going on with him (are you glad you asked nu), reminding him roughly that they need to make a choice. when he looks up, still kind of reeling from a few sets of incongruous memories that don't mesh together the way they should, he sees three names displayed in the middle of the room. lup, mikazuki, tsurumaru. that doesn't make sense, either. were any of them ever here? but... where did he meet them if they weren't? two months in the school, then - no, it was always the school, wasn't it? two months, then four months, now on the fifth, all in this place. every week a new name, a new loss.
as that starts to sink in, instead of the stark sense of unreality, of wrongness, it's the names themselves that start to make him panic. when he tells the other man he can't make this choice, they're family, he can't do this anymore—
do you want to doom the entire school?
in the end, he does make the choice. the memory ends right after he looks at the names, eyes burning, and whispers - mikazuki.]
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no, but he watches the list of names and their surroundings, piecing it together with what else he's seen from rupert's memories. he takes a slightly strained breath as they come back to reality, coughing lightly before he looks back at rupert, his expression turned gentle with concern. ]
...You were back in that place? The school.
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Yeah. For longer than I ever actually was, though. The people I had to choose between weren't even people in the school, they were... family from the hotel.
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[ for maximum pain, presumably. ]
...I'm sorry you had to make that kind of choice again.
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[except him but that's fine]
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It still feels real for you.
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It did in the moment... I don't want to discount that. But now I can at least be glad to know he was really safe, so it's better than it was to really be in that situation. You know?
[...]
And I'd like to know what happened to you, if that's alright.
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[ very real trauma, though. before he responds either way, there is a fragmented series of memories that answers for him: life as a child, together with shen and jonas, amongst other familiar faces. growing up together on some farflung alien planet. an image, brief, of jonas being nearly sliced in two by a monster. of himself, dying to some unknown illness. of time, repeating itself, looping until they can fix the series of tragedies that kills them.
it's time loops babey. anyway his adventure was much less grounded in reality, so while he's still deeply affected, it is at least not rooted in something like the reaper's game, like rupert was haunted by wiwaldi. so he blinks out of it, coughing, recovering. ]
...That about covered it.
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...I'm sorry you went through all that, too.