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witheredblum2025-04-19 03:10 pm
facultwist) wrote in witheredblum2025-04-19 03:10 pm
sinking down, down
Death is a drop into a blackness that swallows you. You feel the movement of not air but shadow across your face as you plummet, and there is no bottom. No crash.
If there is another side, you do not reach it.
It is neither the light of heaven or the fires of hell that greets you when you wake. And wake you do, to the buzz and flicker of old fluorescent lights.
You are laid out beside a full-size competitive swimming pool, half-filled with stagnant water. The doors out are blocked off by locked doors covered in caution tape. The locker rooms are long since emptied, paint peeling from the humidity. The only signs of habitation are a few pieces of scattered graffiti.
Welcome to your new home. There's no sunlight, no indication of time passing. Just you and each other and your thoughts. the stagnant water bubbles a little occasionally, but there's nothing in it.
Before long you'll realize that you no longer need to eat or drink. You might notice your hand go through something if you don't focus. You're a ghost now. What's that they say about unfinished business?
If there is another side, you do not reach it.
It is neither the light of heaven or the fires of hell that greets you when you wake. And wake you do, to the buzz and flicker of old fluorescent lights.
You are laid out beside a full-size competitive swimming pool, half-filled with stagnant water. The doors out are blocked off by locked doors covered in caution tape. The locker rooms are long since emptied, paint peeling from the humidity. The only signs of habitation are a few pieces of scattered graffiti.
Welcome to your new home. There's no sunlight, no indication of time passing. Just you and each other and your thoughts. the stagnant water bubbles a little occasionally, but there's nothing in it.
Before long you'll realize that you no longer need to eat or drink. You might notice your hand go through something if you don't focus. You're a ghost now. What's that they say about unfinished business?
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then dorothy pulls her that close.
and all hatsune can do is lean her face into the crook of her shoulder, wrapping her arms around her in return. ]
... It's really good to see you.
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[The words come out in a small voice, with little force or authority behind them. She'd honestly been prepared to scream at Hatsune, but the returned hug and gentle words have taken a bit of the wind out of her anger sails.]
You weren't supposed to be here. Couldn't you have come up with a plan that didn't involve letting yourself be executed? Couldn't Satsuki?
[Rationally, she knows they could only have controlled so much of that situation. Maybe they had only been prepared for the execution, rather than planning for it. But still-!]
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... It was the best way I could find. There wasn't a lot of time to figure out something perfect.
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[She sighs. And relaxes the hug a bit, but doesn't pull away yet.]
I'm not at all pleased that you got yourself killed in the process. Nevertheless... well done, Hatsune.
cw decapitation reference oops
I don't know how many other executions can say that. [ ... when she mentions executions, though, she absently brings a hand up to just. check her own neck, for a moment. as if reassuring herself her head is still attached. ]