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Entry tags:
- !event,
- arcane: jinx,
- arcane: silco,
- azur lane: akagi,
- chainsaw man: aki hayakawa,
- chainsaw man: denji,
- critical role: taryon darrington,
- cyberpunk 2077: johnny silverhand,
- devil summoner: raidou kuzunoha,
- elfen lied: lucy/kaede,
- fate/grand order: senji muramasa,
- fate/grand order: tezcatlipoca,
- final fantasy 7: kadaj,
- honkai star rail: aventurine,
- honkai star rail: dr. ratio,
- jujutsu kaisen: choso,
- jujutsu kaisen: suguru geto,
- jujutsu kaisen: yuji itadori,
- jujutsu kaisen: yuta okkotsu,
- limbus company: dante,
- limbus company: vergilius,
- mobile suit gundam seed: dearka elthman,
- mobile suit gundam seed: yzak jule,
- my hero academia: katsuki bakugo,
- noragami: yato,
- original character: aodh,
- pacific rim: raleigh becket,
- player event,
- rise of the tmnt: donatello,
- touken ranbu: tsurumaru kuninaga,
- trigun stampede: vash the stampede
TRAVEL/KAIJU LOG #8
ANGELS FALL INTO THE UNDERWORLD
ā¶ 001. OUTSIDERS UNBOUND (TRAVEL)
There are no alarm blaring this time, no signals dispatched to the Outsidersā oculars. With all of the organization down, the Angels of LILITH are left on their own to find the source of this crisis and solve it. And find it they did: an effort led by Aventurine, Jinx, Rin and Murasama was able to locate Ereshkigal somewhere underground in the country of Iraq. Raidou was able to ascertain that this location is KĆ»r - the Underworld spoken of in ancient Sumerian legends - and Tezcatlipoca used his divinity to confirm what many feared: the missing goddess has been corrupted and has become a calamity attempting to end humanity. What of the seven others who have disappeared? Tsurumaru, Ratio, Silco, Godzilla, Yzak, Bakugou and Hiyori? Are they corrupted too or are they prisoners? And what of Yuji who foolishly leaped into a rift in an attempt to rescue his friends? According to Danteās efforts to connect with them, they are safe but they arenāt exactly in their right mind. But in what way?
Those questions may be answered soon as Outsiders depart for their next mission. Yesod and Shinn were able to further refine the search and identify the location of the Underworldās entrance: in the archaeological dig of Nimrud, where the ruins of the Temple of Ishtar are found. Gilgamesh, who is seemingly a regular of KĆ»r, may be able to guide the Outsiders once they get there.
The trip to Kish however is nothing like previous travels. Where LILITH is typically an organized and orderly organization, the Outsiders have to devise their own methods of getting there. Kaga and Akagi are flying LILITHās cruiser to Kish and will take anyone willing to go with them. Others may also use a data portal to go to Egypt and from there travel to Iraq - it is the longest way, but also perhaps the safest?
Those questions may be answered soon as Outsiders depart for their next mission. Yesod and Shinn were able to further refine the search and identify the location of the Underworldās entrance: in the archaeological dig of Nimrud, where the ruins of the Temple of Ishtar are found. Gilgamesh, who is seemingly a regular of KĆ»r, may be able to guide the Outsiders once they get there.
The trip to Kish however is nothing like previous travels. Where LILITH is typically an organized and orderly organization, the Outsiders have to devise their own methods of getting there. Kaga and Akagi are flying LILITHās cruiser to Kish and will take anyone willing to go with them. Others may also use a data portal to go to Egypt and from there travel to Iraq - it is the longest way, but also perhaps the safest?
ā¶ 002. KUR KIGAL IRKALLA (RUINS OF THE TEMPLE OF ISHTAR, IRAQ)
Upon arriving, the heat is scorching and the sight is one unlike any the Outsiders have seen before. No futuristic buildings nor old-fashioned houses can be found - instead, there are the ruins of a three thousand years old city. Dr. Masuda welcomes the Outsiders, explaining to them the ongoing archaeological efforts that have been undertaken to restore the site thanks to modern technology.
And indeed, a few ancient buildings on the outskirts of the ruined city are fully restored. Due to the unique circumstances, Outsiders are allowed to use them and enjoy all the comfort from ancient times. Though there are beds, they are made with reeds with stone pillows; if you are fortunate, you may find one of the few pillows made with wool and feathers. At the very least, as far as food is concerned the Outsiders will not suffer: the archaeologists offer bread, cheese, and meat stews all cooked in the ways of ancient Mesopotamia. Blank clay tablets and reed pens can also be found, toys for children made of clay and little statues depicting various deities. There are also a lot of broken statues, and Dr. Masuda has an explanation for those.
"Our troubles began last month with an earthquake. Upon assessing the damage, we found all of Ishtarās iconography throughout the ruins destroyed. Whatās weird is that nothing elseās been damaged - itās like someone or something vandalized all things related to her. Then in the deepest chamber of the temple, we found a tunnel that wasnāt there before. According to our tools it leads to an underground cave. Dr. Jones and his team decided to explore it, but they havenāt returned yet."
He will take the Outsiders to the Temple of Ishtar, which still lays in ruins and hasnāt been restored. Statues depicting the goddess are all shattered, and upon reaching the deepest chamber underground: an opening. Flashing a light inside will reveal a tunnel with no end in sight. As they stand by the opening, Outsiders will find their tracker rings and localization magics reactivating: their companions are deep inside the cave.
And indeed, a few ancient buildings on the outskirts of the ruined city are fully restored. Due to the unique circumstances, Outsiders are allowed to use them and enjoy all the comfort from ancient times. Though there are beds, they are made with reeds with stone pillows; if you are fortunate, you may find one of the few pillows made with wool and feathers. At the very least, as far as food is concerned the Outsiders will not suffer: the archaeologists offer bread, cheese, and meat stews all cooked in the ways of ancient Mesopotamia. Blank clay tablets and reed pens can also be found, toys for children made of clay and little statues depicting various deities. There are also a lot of broken statues, and Dr. Masuda has an explanation for those.
"Our troubles began last month with an earthquake. Upon assessing the damage, we found all of Ishtarās iconography throughout the ruins destroyed. Whatās weird is that nothing elseās been damaged - itās like someone or something vandalized all things related to her. Then in the deepest chamber of the temple, we found a tunnel that wasnāt there before. According to our tools it leads to an underground cave. Dr. Jones and his team decided to explore it, but they havenāt returned yet."
He will take the Outsiders to the Temple of Ishtar, which still lays in ruins and hasnāt been restored. Statues depicting the goddess are all shattered, and upon reaching the deepest chamber underground: an opening. Flashing a light inside will reveal a tunnel with no end in sight. As they stand by the opening, Outsiders will find their tracker rings and localization magics reactivating: their companions are deep inside the cave.
ā¶ 003. GATE OF GRAVE KEEPER (FIRST GATE OF THE UNDERWORLD
After a period of traveling through the dark cavern, the air is cool and smells sharply of earth and iron. They will be greeted by a pale glow. When they come close, they will see the light coming from several cages that line a single path which leads them deeper and deeper - all identical to the one Ereshkigal is usually seen carrying around.
They might notice random pitfalls of various depths and strange rock formations with characters scratched into the surface. Were those the names of long lost Outsiders or maybe figures from home? They disappear when you look away, becoming illegible after. Was it maybe a trick? Further up ahead, figures can be seen and voices can be heard in the distance.
Those who decide to run ahead will find themselves facing someone from their past. They act normally at first but after a while, the Outsider may notice something amiss. Regardless of who they are, they will try to convince the Outsider to "join them." Should the Outsider falter, they may be afflicted by the Rift, triggering feelings of grief and regret and even make them turn on their allies.
For those strong enough to resist the illusions, the figures become frustrated and lash out. They shed their illusions and reveal themselves to be skeletal spirits that slash at the Outsiders with sharp claws. They are relentless but simple enough to defeat with regular attacks.
Defeat the spirits and carry on ahead to find a mausoleum: the sealed gate. Many gallĆ» spirits guard the gate. A dark, hooded figure calls out from atop the mausoleum. They look down on the Outsiders with cold, steely eyes.
"I didn't expect so many to make it this far. I'm surprised."
The figure draws their sword and on cue, the spirits attack. Defeat them to enter the mausoleum and fall deeper into the underworld.
They might notice random pitfalls of various depths and strange rock formations with characters scratched into the surface. Were those the names of long lost Outsiders or maybe figures from home? They disappear when you look away, becoming illegible after. Was it maybe a trick? Further up ahead, figures can be seen and voices can be heard in the distance.
Those who decide to run ahead will find themselves facing someone from their past. They act normally at first but after a while, the Outsider may notice something amiss. Regardless of who they are, they will try to convince the Outsider to "join them." Should the Outsider falter, they may be afflicted by the Rift, triggering feelings of grief and regret and even make them turn on their allies.
For those strong enough to resist the illusions, the figures become frustrated and lash out. They shed their illusions and reveal themselves to be skeletal spirits that slash at the Outsiders with sharp claws. They are relentless but simple enough to defeat with regular attacks.
Defeat the spirits and carry on ahead to find a mausoleum: the sealed gate. Many gallĆ» spirits guard the gate. A dark, hooded figure calls out from atop the mausoleum. They look down on the Outsiders with cold, steely eyes.
"I didn't expect so many to make it this far. I'm surprised."
The figure draws their sword and on cue, the spirits attack. Defeat them to enter the mausoleum and fall deeper into the underworld.
ā¶ 004. GATE OF REASON (SECOND GATE OF THE UNDERWORLD)
As Outsiders descend further into the Underworld, the ocular network becomes spotty, making it difficult to keep in contact with each other, though it is still possible with concentrated effort.
Upon exiting a narrow passageway, they are greeted with a pathway that branches into two, with what seems like Rifts at each end. Despite their appearance, they do not give off any Rift energy, nor do they cause any Rift poisoning symptoms.
Cackling laughter resounds as a GallĆ» Spirit bursts into existence from blue flames. When it speaks, the voice that comes out of it is eerily familiar:
āYouāve proven you can fight, but what of your mind? Use your brain and make your way towards me, or suffer a foolish death.ā
Immediately, the world descends into chaos. It blurs, twists and undulates unpleasantly. Colors mix, yet somehow retain their shape. It is a vivid hallucination, as if one had taken psychedelic drugs. The GallĆ» Spirit cackles again as it disappears, leaving them to their doom.
Entering either portal will lead Outsiders to a wide cavern with even more portals. The cracks in the ground and streams of deep, rushing water are wide enough to fall into. There are slopes, rocky platforms and other natural cave hazards. Portals dot the walls and ceiling, tilted sideways or even upside down. Others traversing the maze can be seen sideways and upside down, even if they feel they're right side up. It's an Escher maze. For the especially keen, they may notice the faint scent of chalk lingering around some portals. Or, instead of the echoes of cave ambiance, the portals emit silence with the occasional flutter of a page, as if theyāre in a library.
Once they find the exit, Outsiders are greeted with a gate decorated with Greco-Roman motifs, sandwiched between stone shelves lined with carvings of tablets, books and scrolls. Sitting atop the frame that juts out of the rocky walls is a familiar man in unfamiliar form, playing with a cube containing a blue flame and looking bored out of his mind.
āNot bad. Five points.ā
ā¶ 005. GATE OF EXCISION (THIRD GATE OF THE UNDERWORLD)
From the last gate, Outsiders will have to navigate semi-narrow passageways and fissures, lined with bioluminescent mushrooms. Itās easy to get lost, so make sure to use the buddy system to make your way through! It opens into a chasm, leading to a dock, and a lake. The buildings around the dock are decrepit and old.
In the middle of the lake, there is sharp ironwork interlaced with patches of stained bottle glass, and the top is inset with a small, teal gem. Getting to the gate seems easy. Itās just in the middle of the lake, and a little swim never hurt anybody, right? If Outsiders try to swim, it will subject them to rift poisoning, and staring at it might tempt them to jump in.
There are GallĆ» spirits are dressed up like half-pint thugs, and their glass covered faces are pretty disarming! They wait alongside five monstrous forms in shredded clothing that the particularly observant will notice look like explorerās garb ā itās Dr. Jones and the missing archaeologists!
"Do you know the difference between a man and a monster? Is it a fact of nature, is it something one is born with? Is a monster truly just nature? Sometimes, but not necessarily. Being a monster is often a choice. Becoming a monster is simple. It takes a simple choice. It means you have chosen to do whatever it takes, to take what you want. To hold power in your hands. We all understand that. Can you become the monsters you must become, to survive?"
With the last word, the archaeologists and the GallĆ» spirits attack. Though difficult, if Outsiders are able to defeat Dr. Jones and his crew of corrupted, shimmered archaeologists and Silco, then a path towards the door will lift from beneath the water to the gate.
In the middle of the lake, there is sharp ironwork interlaced with patches of stained bottle glass, and the top is inset with a small, teal gem. Getting to the gate seems easy. Itās just in the middle of the lake, and a little swim never hurt anybody, right? If Outsiders try to swim, it will subject them to rift poisoning, and staring at it might tempt them to jump in.
There are GallĆ» spirits are dressed up like half-pint thugs, and their glass covered faces are pretty disarming! They wait alongside five monstrous forms in shredded clothing that the particularly observant will notice look like explorerās garb ā itās Dr. Jones and the missing archaeologists!
"Do you know the difference between a man and a monster? Is it a fact of nature, is it something one is born with? Is a monster truly just nature? Sometimes, but not necessarily. Being a monster is often a choice. Becoming a monster is simple. It takes a simple choice. It means you have chosen to do whatever it takes, to take what you want. To hold power in your hands. We all understand that. Can you become the monsters you must become, to survive?"
With the last word, the archaeologists and the GallĆ» spirits attack. Though difficult, if Outsiders are able to defeat Dr. Jones and his crew of corrupted, shimmered archaeologists and Silco, then a path towards the door will lift from beneath the water to the gate.
ā¶ 006. GATE OF SURVIVAL (FOURTH GATE OF THE UNDERWORLD || KAIJU FIGHT)
As the Outsiders descend a black staircase, they find a towering gate lit by flickering blue flames and a brick path leading to an endless field of lava. Thunder cracks as rain hisses against the magma. Overhead, clouds churn, lightning dancing through the Underworldās ceiling.
A roar echoes from the gate and GallĆ» Spirits rise from the stones, clad in cheap monster suits like in a low-budget film. Both these spirits and the erratic lightning strikes are a threat as the kaiju unleashes torrents of malevolent red energy. The violent red energy pulses through its body, shining along its scales and feathers.
CW: GORE, LOSS OF LIMBS The battle is savage, with Lucy and Gilgamesh delivering the strongest blows. Lucyās attack lands early in the fight, and the confusion caused to the kaiju by Raidou and Taryonās recitals coupled with Akagi, Donatello, and Dearkaās musical interference allows for a clean cut that removes the beastās right arm! Thanks to Hunterās ice magic, the beast is frozen solid in ice long enough for Kadaj to strike in deeply! Bravely, Muramasa allows Cagalliās Akatsuki to throw him towards the kaiju like an angry sword wielding baseball. Capitalizing on Godzillaās weakened legs Athrun seizes his tail and sends Godzilla tumbling to the ground. Nanami further unbalances the kaiju, allowing Gilgamesh to capitalize on this with his own attacks, the force of which knocks the kaiju hard enough that the tail rips right off!
END CW
This makes Godzilla very upset and sends him into a rampage! Thankfully, Aventurineās falling poker chips keep everyone from the worst of the retributions. Aki, Vash, Lucy, Geto, and Shinn manage to land in attacks even as the continued damage leads to Godzilla charging his attack, the red glow from his mouth intensifying. All of those efforts give the perfect opening for Harumasaās arrow to land a perfect hit! His arrow flies true, finding a gap in the scales of the kaiju's throat and delivering an electric shock into his body, sending the beast falling to the ground with that final decisive blow.
The kaiju manages to rise to his knees for a brief moment, so he can fire a final blast of red energy skyward, igniting the clouds and dispelling the storm. The majority of Rift Energy has been purged from his system. Fully spent, he collapses with the glow fading from his body. The spirits vanish, magma cools, and the path ahead clears.
Beyond this gate is an area of respite. A field of clay flowers and sculpted trees awaits, devoid of all life but providing a chance to rest and recover after their trials.
A roar echoes from the gate and GallĆ» Spirits rise from the stones, clad in cheap monster suits like in a low-budget film. Both these spirits and the erratic lightning strikes are a threat as the kaiju unleashes torrents of malevolent red energy. The violent red energy pulses through its body, shining along its scales and feathers.
ā ā ā MONSTER DEBRIEF SHEET
NAME: ššš š š š š š
HEIGHT: 13m
WEIGHT: ???
CLASS: Extremely Dangerous
LOCATION: The Underworld
ABILITIES: Produces a high temperature energy and is capable of using it as a method of ranged attack. Armored Scales, sharp teeth and claws, tail is likewise a dangerous weapon. Intelligent. Amphibious, resistant to extreme climates.
WEAKNESSES: EMP effects can interfere with the creatureās energy attacks. Exposure to music or verse causes confusion that will make attacking easier. Angering it will cause the creature to fight more recklessly, leaving openings that can be exploited.
EXTRA NOTES: Exercise caution attacking the creature from behind, do not engage it should it enter water.
RIFT EFFECTS: Corruption, Sumerian Fever
ā ā ā ATTACHED PHOTO:
This makes Godzilla very upset and sends him into a rampage! Thankfully, Aventurineās falling poker chips keep everyone from the worst of the retributions. Aki, Vash, Lucy, Geto, and Shinn manage to land in attacks even as the continued damage leads to Godzilla charging his attack, the red glow from his mouth intensifying. All of those efforts give the perfect opening for Harumasaās arrow to land a perfect hit! His arrow flies true, finding a gap in the scales of the kaiju's throat and delivering an electric shock into his body, sending the beast falling to the ground with that final decisive blow.
The kaiju manages to rise to his knees for a brief moment, so he can fire a final blast of red energy skyward, igniting the clouds and dispelling the storm. The majority of Rift Energy has been purged from his system. Fully spent, he collapses with the glow fading from his body. The spirits vanish, magma cools, and the path ahead clears.
Beyond this gate is an area of respite. A field of clay flowers and sculpted trees awaits, devoid of all life but providing a chance to rest and recover after their trials.
ā¶ 007. AFTERWORD.
Welcome to the 6th travel log but 8th kaiju log... We'll just call it the 8th kaiju log. As mentioned in the last mingle, the June event is a player plot in which the Outsiders have come together in order to resolve the present crisis.
In this event, all seven gates of the Underworld will have to be crossed and their guardians defeated! However, your character doesnāt need to play out going through every gate. They can let others deal with the earlier gates to focus on later gates. Though they are not featured in this log, Yzak, Bakugou, Hiyori and Ereshkigal will have their own trial/battle in the second log. It is possible to encounter them in this log if they have a top level and come to check on their fellow guardians protecting the earlier gates.
This event is longer than usual so please refer to the event breakdown below for summaries if necessary. Additional information may be provided in top levels of characters involved in the player plot planning.
In this event, all seven gates of the Underworld will have to be crossed and their guardians defeated! However, your character doesnāt need to play out going through every gate. They can let others deal with the earlier gates to focus on later gates. Though they are not featured in this log, Yzak, Bakugou, Hiyori and Ereshkigal will have their own trial/battle in the second log. It is possible to encounter them in this log if they have a top level and come to check on their fellow guardians protecting the earlier gates.
This event is longer than usual so please refer to the event breakdown below for summaries if necessary. Additional information may be provided in top levels of characters involved in the player plot planning.
EVENT BREAKDOWN/RECAP (CLICK TO EXPAND)
001. OUTSIDERS UNBOUND (TRAVEL) With none of the usual alarms or notifications, Outsiders are on their own in terms of figuring out the current crisis. Through the collective efforts of the Outsiders, they will have discovered a route to Ereshkigal and potentially the missing through Iraq. Outsiders are expected to find their own way to Kƻr - the Underworld,whether with some help or through the data portal through Egypt.
002. KUR KIGAL With their arrival to the old city, Outsiders are provided shelter in the form of restored buildings that have been retro-fitted for their comfort. With food and shelter no longer a concern Dr. Masuda takes the Outsiders to the Temple of Ishtar where the trials await them deep in the tunnel and caves systems.
003. GATE OF GRAVE KEEPER In the first gate, Outsiders may find pitfall traps and strange gravestones with familiar names written on them. GallĆ» spirits can manifest as figures from characters' pasts and will try to convince characters to succumb to the effects of the Rift. Overcoming the trial and defeating Tsurumaru will allow Outsiders to pass to the next gate.
004. GATE OF REASON Outsiders must battle nauseating hallucinations and navigate a portal maze with dangerous traps and GallĆ» spirits. They can find portals that smell like chalk or sound like turning pages to reach the exit. Reaching the end and defeating Ratio will lead to the next gate.
005. GATE OF EXCISION Outsiders must work together to move throughout fissures, dangerous water, and trap buildings. They can encounter the missing scientists who are drugged to be berserk, stronger, and have more stamina. Defeating them and Silco will allow Outsiders to move on to the next gate.
006. GATE OF SURVIVAL Outsiders must climb up a staircase and fight Gallu spirits while avoiding energy blasts from Godzilla. The environment is very stormy and hot because of magma. Defeating the kaiju will allow Outsiders to move on the next gate but also provide them with a moment to rest and recover.
( for Aki)
He can see them becoming more accustomed to the trick, starting to push through and he frowns. It isn't totally unexpected but it's interesting to watch it all unfold all the same. Everything had been going so well at first. He'd watched them all become so burdened by their memories and hearts and now... )
They're catching wind.
(They're still getting their footing but they're beginning to pick up speed and move with more purpose. It isn't even like they're unbothered either. He can see it in the way some of them hesitate and look back. Yet still, they persist. Maybe he was missing something.
It doesn't take long for a certain someone to finally catch up to him and when they do, Tsurumaru's sword is already drawn at ready,)
... Another one.
(Just "another one." No one special at all.)
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His hair is tied up in the usual topknot, and his Devil Hunter uniform is in place, on top of the plugsuit he's obligated to wear. Strapped to his back a sword that's achingly familiar to him in the wake of the loss of Tsurumaru and his own ability to censor himself, his own ability to do anything to make sure he's safe rather than at risk: he has the Curse Devil with him and the Future in his eye, and it has to be enough.
He doesn't have a choice. He has to save him.
The strength of Aki is that he doesn't have a lot of ghosts to haunt him these days. He can walk through Himeno and think of easy revenge, of the Ghost Devil passing her last memento to him, of the absence of fear. It's hard to be afraid when you can see the future - harder to be afraid when you know you're a dead man walking.
Tsurumaru is in front him, sword in hand, and Aki reaches to draw his own.
(Is this how Denji felt, when the Gun Fiend knocked on his door? Is this how Power felt, scenting him in the air? Standing in front of someone you loved, heart breaking, warring between trying to save them and longing to free them from the shackles?)
He lift his head, and breathes out. ]
Tsurumaru.
[ No sweetness here. Aki's heart is hurt, and sore, and aching, his eyes already ringed with dark circles, red and shattered. He's tired, but he's here.
Nothing would keep him from -
a blink, and then, beside Tsurumaru, reaching for his clothes as if he's really there, Taiyo blinks up at Aki with a tilted head. ]
Why are you fighting? Aren't you tired, big brother?
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Tsurumaru. Tsurumaru. Tsurumaru. It's the same name again and again and again and he wonders why so many are calling for them because it certainly can't be for him. How could someone like him, dressed completely in black, a sword in a grave, bringing only destruction and wielding grief be a crane?
He lets the spirit act and steps aside, slipping away like a shadow only to stop when he sees the form it has taken on.
A child.
He stares down at the phantom, eyes fixed as he listens to it speak... and he looks over to Aki to see his reaction.)
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He knows it can't be real, he knows it isn't, but Taiyo is a far crueller ghost than Himeno, or his parents, or any of the other people that had been part of Public Safety. Taiyo was an echo of a promise he had given up on, a path he had chosen to abandon, one that causes conflict and agony inside of him to this day. The promise of being happy, the threat of being content, warring with the knowledge of what he had abandoned.
I got cold feet.
Aki stutters to life again, gasping in air and walking forward, hesitating. The Curse Blade drags behind him, and his fingers reach out, halting in front of his brother, not touching him. Not daring to break the illusion. ]
Aki... Come and play with me. It's okay. Didn't you promise? Didn't you say you would? You're so tired, just...
[ A blink, and tears are rolling down his cheeks.
He is tired. He's so, so tired. He's tired of Denji's pain, he's tired of waking up from nightmares, he's tired of the haunting image of his body and face transforming into a monster. He's tired of the cold, empty feeling when he tries to sense the ring-made connection between himself and Tsurumaru, tired of being alone, tired of missing him.
He's tired of wanting revenge.
Bowing his head, Aki breathes out sharply. ]
I... I can't. Taiyo... I can't go and play with you. I wanted to, once, it's all I wanted, but...
[ Tilting his head up, he breathes out shakily, agonised, heart burning in his chest. ]
I promised to only look at one person. I promised to stay by his side, no matter what. I have someone else, other people, to take care of now, and I can't let them down. I love them all too much.
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...
(Until he hesitates, he resists, just barely out of grasp. The guardian becomes alert, tightening his hold on his sword.
Ah, so it isn't enough. This one has something else to fight for. A different purpose. Someone else to light his way in the dark.
(Something twists inside him, dark and bitter, like a bile that eats away at him. Envy? Jealousy? Some twisted sense of admiration?)
(Stomp it out. Bury it like another nameless corpse. Forget it like another missing memory. He has no need for these feelings. He has no need for this miserable thing in his chest that twists and aches and causes nothing but suffering.)
But if he has someone he'd rather be with. Someone he promised to stay with. Someone to take care of. Someone better than this phantom memory...
He raises his sword,)
Then you shouldn't have come here.
(And he swings at Aki.)
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[ The shout comes out as a burst of air as Aki lifts his cursed blade to block the attack.
Thereās no denying heās an adept swordsman. He knows how to use a blade to cull the Devils that stalked his world and heās raised it in fight to protect this world, too. He can grip the hilt and push himself into battle, strengthened by his surgeries and the promise of protecting the people he loves.
That doesnāt mean he can defend himself against Tsurumaru himself.
It isnāt just the love that pounds in his chest like a mantra, isnāt just the grief that burns in his blood, as familiar as breathing. Itās the skill Tsurumaru possesses, far greater than a human lifetime could obtain. Itās the knowledge that winning this fight will result in him dying just as surely as losing it would.
Akiās right eye throbs as he grits his teeth, trying to push back and dodge any oncoming swing. Six seconds isnāt much, but⦠It could be enough.
It has to be enough. ]
Tsurumaru - stop!
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What a foul blade.
(Rotten, miserable, cursed.. it feels completely different from his own blade. Almost as if no matter how miserable and twisted he feels, he's better than that thing. No, he doesn't just feel it. He knows it. He is better than that cursed sword.
He puts his weight behind his sword, applying pressure against Aki as he leans in, )
That thing won't protect you.
(Smiling, teeth sharp, eyes wild in an unnaturally inhuman sort of way. His next move is to use Aki's momentum and the curve of his own blade to his advantage, side stepping so he can break free and slash at the Outsider's shoulder followed by a second swing at his side.
Aki will be able to deflect with his future sight and it results in Tsurumaru's eyes widening with surprise,)
You're good. You deserve a better sword.
(And he takes his scabbard and swings at Aki's stomach. Though, Aki should be familiar enough with Tsurumaru's fighting style to know the spirit knows how he can completely use himself as a weapon and dual wield in battle.)
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[ The blades clash, and Aki can feel the swell of it, the nature of his contract swarming the blade. It's as if the steel itself is begging for his life, for the scraps of months that he has left, for whatever remains when death has already taken him. The needle-point of the Curse Devil blade means it's no sharp edge, but it's suitable for what he needs, to parry and block the threat from his lover.
It isn't lost on him that, once again, his survival relies on the Future. He's glad that it isn't here to mock him, to whisper into his ear about all the nightmares ahead of him, the threat of looming suffering. He's glad no one else is here to witness Tsurumaru breaking his heart, threatening his blood and body alongside it.
He has to try a little harder. He has to keep pushing to break through.
If he can't break through... ]
I have a better sword.
[ Aki lifts his head, this time using his metallic arm to block the blade, wincing at the sudden rush to his nervous system. ]
I'm saving him. Can't you feel it?
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Do you hear yourself?
(What does he feel? Another swing with his scabbard and then he pulls back to regain some ground and reassess how to take down his opponent. Swaggering, he holds his head up high and points his blade at Aki. Raising his other hand to his heart, he taps at his chest with one end of his scabbard,)
You don't know what I feel.
(And he charges at Aki again,)
And I don't want what I feel.
(Another swing, aiming to kill.)
ā These miserable human burdens!
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[ Aki reaches out with his metal hand, letting the sword crash into it. If it breaks, he can get another one. He grips the sharp edge of steel as best he can, wincing, feeling the prickle of tears in his eyes.
It hurts.
It hurts so much.
Tilting his head, he gazes at Tsurumaru. ]
I know you love your master. I know you'd never choose to forget him. I know you like being surprised, and that you enjoy little surprises for other people. You've lived for hundreds of years and been in so many hands, but you've never forgotten the people who mean the most to you.
[ He steps closer, the blade digging into the metal of his fake arm. ]
I know you like it when I'm boring. That you like when we wake up together, and pick our bedding. That your birds miss you, and that you feel right in my hands.
[ The blade is slipping now, and the tears are burning in his eyes. ]
I know you love me. And you know I love you.
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Until he speaks. Without thinking, he speaks quietly,)
Master...?
(He looks up at Aki and for just a moment, there's a flicker of something.
Grief. Love. How can he feel both? He doesn't understand himself and it's so easy
to listen
when he speaks so certainly. So clearly. Like a blade cutting through a leaf.
A master to love. A master he can never forget. (He canĢøĶĶ̧'t reĢ·ĶĢ̳̣ĢĢØm̶ĢĶemĢøbĢøe̶r.)
Someone who loves surprises. Who loves surprising others. (He hates this. He hates this.)
Someone who has lived for so long. (Too long, too long.)
Passed down through so many hands. (He can't reĢ·m̵ĶĢĶĶĢ»Ģ̩̄ĶĢĢ£e̶mber.)
Someone who could never forget butā)
I don't remember.
(He hisses and tries to pull his sword back but by now, it's deep enough it's become caught. Growling, )
A sword can't love.
(He can't. This feeling he feels. It's too miserable. If it was love, wouldn't he be happier?)
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[ Aki knows this to be true.
He knows it. Intimately. Personally. What was once jealousy had settled into understanding, into comfort, and Aki knows - he knows.
Tsurumaru loves. He loves so deeply. It burns, but it softens, too, an even as the blade goes deeper and deeper into his hand, pushing through the wires and faux nerves, all Aki does is tolerate it. All he does is take it.
It twists a little, as if to separate wrist from bone, and he wheezes out a soft noise. ]
Tsurumaru... [ He leans closer, letting the blade push deeper, letting it hurt, and it's close enough to push, angled, into his gut if he isn't careful.
He isn't careful. He doesn't care. ]
A sword can love. You love Sadayasu.
[ Swallowing, he reachs out, his hand twitching. His ring - ]
Tsuru. You love me.
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Sadayasu.
The name stirs something, tickling some memory buried deep down. There was a grave. There was a grave and it was dark and then suddenly there was a hole and the hole shouldn't have been there and there was a grave and there was a sword and with that sword there was,
As if speaking in a trance,)
Sadayasu.
(It shouldn't feel so easy on his tongue and he swallows hard, as if trying to stop something else from spilling out. Eyes fixed on Aki, staring, stunned, searching, )
You're... not Sadayasu.
(No. This isn't right. Sadayasu was. He was. If he remembers. He thinks. Sadayasu was. Just a boy. No, more than that. Sadayasu was his first oĢøĢfĢ“ĢĢ Ģ“Ģ̲mĢ·anĢøĢĢØy̵ĢĶ loves dead.)
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[ The sword is stuck in him.
Aki can feel that pain, but it's nothing compared to his heart.
Shifting closer, deliberate, he lets it go deeper, and deeper, pressing into the metal of his prosthetic and leaving a nails on chalkboard sound in return. It doesn't matter.
This matters.
As soon as he's close enough to lean in, he closes his eyes, trying to touch their foreheads. His flesh hand moves, up, along, reaching - not for Tsurumaru's face.
Not for the sweet, soft skin of his lover's cheek, but for the flesh-warm metal of the ring they share.
A matching set.
Because they love each other.
A brush of weak fingers, and Aki activates the ring. ]
Don't stop looking at me, Tsuru. You promised. Look at me again, please. I need you to come back to me.
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(While he's trying to pull his blade free, the last thing he expects is for this Outsider to come closer on the same blade. This won't kill him but it must hurt. Isn't he afraid of that? Why would he inflict more suffering on himself.
Hissing he pulls himself, leaning back and staring at what he's certain is a man with a death wish if not a mad one. Its from this angle that he sees what he's reaching for and while he could pull his hand away, it's the familiar glint of metal that catches his eye. The same ring on his finger. A matching pair.
It's too late. Their fingers brush against each other and a ring that had been silent suddenly comes to life.
Shattering. A grief so heavy, it shatters steel like bone. (He's so sad.)
Burning. A fire so hot, it destroys everything, burns everything away, leaving nothing behind. (He's lost so much.)
Striking. Loss after loss, hitting heavily, rocking his entire being. (He's suffered so much.)
Folding. The pressure stacking and building, bringing him down lower and lower. (He's so tired.)
Rusting. The passing of time, agonizingly slow, eroding and eating away at whatever is left behind. (He's so restless.)
Cold. But not unfeeling. If he couldn't feel, he wouldn't feel so cold, so empty, so miserable, so much pain, so torn apart, so tired, so, so confused.
Why was he made? Why was he born? Why did he have to end up with this miserable and wretched form? It was easier when he was just a sword, when he was colder, when he was senseless; deaf to the world, blind to all not in front of him, unable to feel, nothing to say.
And now he hears the voices of people long past, sees visions of people he can't forget, longs for the touch of people he can't let go, and when he opens his mouth, he takes in a sharp gasp of air. Hundreds and thousands of faces and cries and how could he possibly remember all of them? There's no way he can remember every single one of them.
Both hands clasp the handle of his sword tightly, getting a grip on himself, trying to hold onto some sort of anchor as a dam breaks and too many feelings spill out like a tidal wave that washes not only over him but also Aki now that their rings are connected again.
A matching pair of rings. A familiar set.
Raising his eyes, he looks at Aki, seeing, looking, searching for something in those blue eyes of his... and he kicks at Aki, driving his foot into him and finally pulling his sword away.
Holding on with both hands, the blade falls onto the ground and he stares, dumbfounded as the tip cuts into the earth with its own weight.
Heavy. It feels so heavy.)
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The pain.
The loneliness.
The burn. The ache. The grief the loss the hurt the agony the suffering ā
His own emotions crash down in a tidal wave.
Grief. (Denji, Taiyo, Himeno, Power, Angel, himself, hurt and hurt.)
Pain. (His hand. His heart. His body, aching. His eye, throbbing.)
Hope. (Desperate, a clawing monster, tight like a noose around his neck, too heavy a burden.)
Love. (Adoration, cherry blossom kisses, sleepless nights of pleasure, the first kiss, a touch of fingers, pulsing in time with his heart, bliss in each second.)
And then, a soft noise as he tilts his head up, tears rolling down his face. ]
Tsuru⦠My Tsuru. All of me is yours. I am yours. I wonāt leave you to suffer this alone. Do you remember that?
[ His voice breaks, cracking. ]
We were going to get married.
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Hands clenched on the handle of his sword, staring at the ring on his finger, the bracelet chained around his wrist. (Heavy. Heavy. Everything is really, really heavy.)
When he looks up, he can see the gallĆ» spirits gathering, surrounding them, waiting for an order from their general. When he looks up, he looks up, he sees their spirits.
An old man who keeps working even when time has run out. An enigmatic demon king. A loyal retainer and his temple burning and devil sons. A quiet priest. A greedy merchant. A one eyed dragon born in the wrong era. A spirit as bright and dark as the moon. The spirit of a loyal and lonely dragon. A sword that re-emerged from flames. A stylish young sword that can get others to go along with his whims. A nameless sage hiding their face. An eccentric monk. A child of heaven. A traitor. A pair of brothers still learning the meaning of life. An army of 37,000 begging for love and mercy.
A boy no older than 15. The first of many loves. The first of many griefs. The first of many purposes. The first of many precious and difficult lessons he never asked to learn.
He lifts his sword. (He's so heavy.)
He drags his feet. (He's so heavy.)
He raises his arm. (He's so heavy.)
He looks down at this pitiful man in front of him. (Humans are so pitiful and miserable. All they do is suffer, bring suffering, share suffering, endure suffering, suffer, and suffer again.)
(Humans are so pitiful, he can't help but love them.)
Married? Him? A miserable, pitiful spirit for a miserable and pathetic sword that only suffers. (Just like them.)
(So doesn't he deserve love too?)
(H̵e w̓A̵s̓ ̓G̶o̶i̶N̵g ̸t̵o̷ ̸g̸et̶ ̷m̶aR̶r̶iEd̶.̷)
He brings his sword down. (He's heavy. So heavy.)
And his aim misses completely. His sword stuck in the ground next to Aki as the dark spirit glares at him, clenches his jaw tight, and tries to swallow back a bile that wants to come up. His grip trembles, the sword rattles, and the ring on his finger resonates.
Love.)
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His hand is aching. The mechanics of it are beyond him, painful and faux-bone deep, his breathing coming hard. It hurts, it hurts so much, but what is he meant to do? Turn and leave? Abandon him? Let someone else come through and rip Tsurumaru to shreds because they canāt break through this corruption either?
Thereās no way. He canāt. He refuses to lose someone else, refuses to allow anyone else to be hurt, to suffer, not when he can help them. He has to stand up, he has to fight, he has to do whatever he canāt because he canāt give up on the person he loves.
He canāt let Tsurumaru - he canāt -
hasnāt it been enough?
Breathing out harshly, ragged and agonised, Aki lifts his head. Itās as if heās knelt to his own execution, as if the beautiful sword in front of him could slice through his throat, and a part of him thinks heād welcome it. Thinks heād be happy to abandon the scraps of time he has left for the few moments he can have now with the man he loves.
Gripping the ground under his fingers, hands dirty, calloused, damaged, he lets the tears stain the dust around them.
He has to stand up, butā¦
Itās not until the flood of love hits him that he finds the strength, prosthetic arm hanging limply at his side as he sways. Itās as if a strong wind might below him over, knock him back to his wobbly knees.
Something like a smile breaks on his face. ]
Iām not leaving you alone. I never will.
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Love. Love. Love. The first of a thousand loves. The first of a thousand griefs. The first of a thousand lessons. Each one a page in a thousand year story. All leading to this latest chapter. Love. Love. Love.
There's something there. His fingers press into his chest, feeling the fast ba-bump, ba-bump of a heart. His heart. No, this isn't his. At least, not wholly.
Hesitantly, he shifts his gaze towards the Outsider now standing in front of him. Pitiful. Miserable. Suffered so much. How can he still stand? How can he smile? How can he still love? He can't meet it. He has to look away.
The crane is an auspicious symbol. It represents a thousand years. It represents good fortune. Peace. Loyalty. Love. There is no white crane here, he thinks, and his eyes drag to the blade in the ground. White steel, nacre dressing, covered in blood but still radiant. Is that really him? A bright thing in the dark?
Slowly, he reaches for the handle with both hands, trembling.
(It's heavy. His sword is so heavy.)
Taking a breath, his lungs fill with air, feeding a flickering flame inside him, the fire growing hot in his chest and when he tries to breathe out,
He screams.
And his sword erupts into a storm of cherry blossom petals, light and bright, obscuring everything until it dies down, revealing,)
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Like this, doesn't he look like a crane? )
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Tsurumaru is back.
Breathing heavily, Aki scrambles, rushing forward with knees digging into the ground and his nails dirty, unkempt and dirty and so, so foolish. So what? Who cares? Who gives a shit, who gives a fuck when Tsurumaru looks like himself, white robes, soft skin, beautiful and perfect and broken, bloody...
Surrounded by the scent of cherry blossoms and the copper tinge of blood, he fumbles forward and wraps his good arm around Tsurumaru, to draw him close and cradle him against his body, wheezing out his air and squeezing with his nanobot increased strength, afraid to let him go, afraid to see it all disappear again.
Through his ring, everything explodes. Joy, relief, happiness, fear fear fear, hope, love, love, so much love that it could kill him.
Leaning in, he curls around him, a human shield from the rest of the world. ]
I have you.
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Holding steady, he doesn't budge against Aki.
(Aki.)
He slumps, closing his eyes, taking a breath. The air reeks of blood and death and he won't pretend that he can recognize his scent through it all but he can recognize this feeling. He leans his weight against him.
(He's heavy. So heavy.)
With his head against his chest, he counts the beating of his heart and turns, dragging himself, trying to face him. Through messy bangs, smears of blood and dirt, he looks tired.
His sword begins to slip through his fingers.
(It's heavy. So heavy.)
His lips part as he tries to speak.
A divine breeze picks up, soft and warm, the scent of cherry blossoms and Tsurumaru feels lighter. Lighter, lighter, as he gives way in Aki's arms, dissolving into the cherry blossom storm.
His words are just a whisper on the wind,)
Have me.
(And Aki will be left holding a heavy, heavy blade.)
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Reliefreliefreliefreliefreliefreliefrelief --
Aki sinks, deeper into the dirt, the dust, and he doesn't pause when the flesh of a lover turns into the cool edge of a sword. He draws the blade against his chest, against his body, lifting it so that his forehead leans into the hilt of Tsurumaru's blade, his heart in his throat and his fingers shaking.
Thank goodness, he thinks, I didn't lose someone else.
No hesitation; he kisses the edge of the hilt, the curve of the grip, because he didn't get to kiss Tsurumaru before he found his rest, and he doesn't want the moment to pass without the affection.
Eventually, Aki rises to his feet and turns to leave the gate, the guardian in his working arm, craded close.
Saved, loved and cherished. ]