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i pretty much leave asks open because i like talking about dumb katakuri stuff. >:)
so embarrassing to watch yourself become obsessed with a character that feels tailor made for you specifically to become obsessed with. feels like i fell into a trap made just for me. like damn they got me. those are all the things i like and go crazy for
Waking up in an infirmary bed, on a boat set out to sea, with no recollection of how I ended up there, or anything else for that matter. With no idea where I am, who I am, or what I'm going to do, the best this reluctant drifter has going is that I know everyone else on the boat!
When in Rome, do as the Romans do, so I guess it's time to hoist the colors!
CW: Swearing, violence, smut, bad puns, comedy, angst, romance, fluff, death and salvation.
Chapter 2: WELP.
Well… shit.
Something went wrong.
I have no idea what it was, but I’m not a baby, or some degree of child, which means I’m missing at least twenty years worth of memories, if not more.
Twelve lives, over 1,200 years of life, I didn’t need much to sort out when things are wrong. The biggest difference right now isn’t what I can remember, it’s what I can’t remember.
This has to be my thirteenth life. I remember dying after the war ended. It was relief mostly, that allowed me to let go, I just needed to be sure. But I don’t remember anything about this life. I don’t know what name this body was given, or why I’m laying in a bed wrapped in bandages with a saline IV in my arm.
It’s a simple clinic. Wood built, the soft scent of oak, or whatever this world calls oak, and the deep scent of sterilizing agents and cleaners rubbed into it all. The soft rocking motion is almost imperceptible, but the strong scent of sea water was enough for me to realize I am on a boat.
No one else is in here with me, I’m in clean simple linens and there’s no restraints, so I’m probably not in a bad situation. Hard to say if the shock white hair was something I was born with, or if some tragedy caused it. Maybe the same one that’s locked away all of my memories of this life. Memory loss this complete would be a hell of a shock to anyone.
Sighing, it feels like a relief to sigh, but I stay laying in the bed. My body feels heavy, like it’s still healing, but I don’t have any major aches and pain, so maybe it was just long term exhaustion. Not being able to remember is frustrating, but there’s nothing I can do about that. Maybe one of my other lives will help jar my memories of this place, and give me something to work with.
Prime life is almost useless, so I’m not going to worry about that. I had no idea what I was going to be enduring in that life, and I didn’t deal with memory loss, short term or otherwise. Life number 1… yeah, never mind, I can skip that one and life number 2, they aren’t going to do me any good. I don’t need to wallow in the worst lives of my long existence.
Even if they help, thinking about them always ends up bad.
Life number 3, I died at age 12 from the plague, so not a lot from there. Would’ve loved to smell the acrid scent of astringents and cleaning agents during that life. Too poor to even get the church to look at me. Dying on a bed frame with no mattress and a threadbare blanket wasn’t the best way to go.
The fourth life was fairly mundane. Made it to 56 years of age, that was a new record at that point. Queer as hell, me and that life both, of all things to take me out was a fucking car crash. This doesn’t seem like the kind of world that has cars, so I don’t think I need to worry about that. But the medicine seems comparable. This world knows about germs and the importance of cleanliness. No holy symbols scattered around the room, so it’s probably more scientific medicine than magical or divine in nature.
Life 5 was unique. Every time I got hit with water I changed sexes. Cursed springs in an alternative China. Lots of martial arts though, stuff I might be able to use in this life. If the technology isn’t too advanced being able to physically fight would be a boon. I only learned four dozen fighting styles in that life alone, I’m sure something will come in handy here.
Flexing my fingers, I breathe in deep and smile softly. I can feel it. Some worlds call it ki, or haki, or whatever they want, it doesn’t matter. It’s all the same stuff. Martial energy. Usually hand in hand with manna, but magic usually requires instruction, and if I’ve had any of that in this world, I’ve full on forgotten it. I’ve used magic before, but unlike martial energy, it’s so variable and unique I’d rather not risk it.
It does me no good to realize I need a core after I’ve blown myself up trying to use it. Once I figure out what the rules are, I can use that to my advantage for certain. Hopefully I can hit that sweet spot of enough money to be independent, and poor enough to not attract attention I don’t want. A nice, quiet, retired life would be nice after the last few ones.
But, it’s good news. It’s something to hold onto when I’ve got no idea what’s going on. Some people have comfort foods and toys, here I am being comforted by the fact that there’s ki in this world.
Stay focused, there’s still more to mull over. Better to be over prepared than under prepared when someone finally walks through the door to this room.
Life 6 was pretty straight forward too, and way more technically advanced. I needed to lay off the cigarettes, but it was what it was. Life 7 was gone to war, but I did learn how to use a lot of different types of guns, and thanks to that one mad man I was pretty good with canons too.
Life 8 was nice, but I doubt knowledge about tea and nobility is going to do me much good. At least I hope not. I did enjoy that life, but high society is exhausting. I’d almost rather deal with wars. At least when people are trying to kill you, they’re pretty blunt about it. Intrigue and politics is only straight forward when you’re dealing with someone who’s stupid or ignorant.
Life 9 was the elf-.
Something pulses inside me and disrupts my thoughts. For a split second it’s almost like I can see a sonar of my surrounding area, but it’s gone so fast it’s hard to hold onto any real details. It’s a big ship though, that much is for sure. That blip of vision didn’t go out far enough to hit anything dense like ocean water, and I swear I saw at least five decks worth of space.
More than five decks on a wooden ship?
It wasn’t impossible. There were ships in my prime life that I’d read about that were massive and made of wood. Off the top of my head you had no idea how many decks they had, only that they dwarfed the frigates of the west by a significant amount. Of all the lives I’ve lived, I never really learned a lot about boats. Probably not a bad idea to be reminded I don’t actually know everything, even with so many years of life under my belt.
Hubris is a completely avoidable pitfall.
The size is only half my problem. That was a lot of people that I think I saw. Vaguely humanoid, softly glowing blobs moving through the decks, had to be people. Which means the blip was from the… haki? Ki was something I have experienced, and it was different from whatever this was. It gave you a sense of where people were, but it wasn’t easy to translate how or why.
It just did.
But haki, which was something I’d only ever read about, was visual like this was. I’d always assumed it was visual because the story itself was a visual medium, but even so.
It can’t be.
“Impossible.” I mean to grumble the word, but my voice is hoarse and talking hurts. I know what I mean to say but the sound that escapes me is far from intelligible and barely even audible at that.
I’ve got to be dehydrated. That explains the saline, and also the reason why I feel so heavy without hurting. Maybe I’d been lost out at sea. That would be a first.
Firsts are rare anymore, so that at least means this is going to be an interesting life. Not that interesting necessarily means good, but interesting at least means I’m likely to learn more things I can add to my little black book of skills.
Dammit, I wish I could remember the beginning of this life! It’s so difficult to navigate cultures and conversations without learning about a society from within. If nothing else it’s one of the reasons I was always glad to be born into a new world, versus coming into a fully grown body and fumbling around.
Your senses suck as a baby, but it’s a great way to learn. People talk to you constantly, and when you make mistakes, no one gives a shit. I got so used to getting roughly five free years to learn the ins and outs of a given society, and from there it’s easy money.
Maybe not for those first few lives, but by the 5th one I had it down really well.
Right now, however, I have nothing. Other than knowing I’m on a massive ship, I don’t know where I am, how old I am, what my name is, what language or languages are spoken around here, or anything else. I don’t know the currency rates, or even basic shit like what things cost.
I do have experience though. I’ve haggled before, and built up wealth from almost nothing. I’ve survived places that would’ve ended me if not for all the lives I’d lived. I might not know anything about this world, but I do know things, and that has to count for something.
I snort, not quite able to laugh, and nearly choking from the snort. Who would’ve thought that I’d be finding solace in this fucking awful curse? Maybe I am finally adjusting to the inevitability of it all. I hate that thought, I don’t want to adjust to this, I don’t want it to continue.
I just want to rest.
Sighing again a small smile wriggles its way onto my lips. I can hear him, lifetimes ago, warning that I shouldn’t sigh so much, because my soul will escape.
If only.
Maybe if it could escape I’d finally find peace. Rest. Anything but-.
A knock at the door shatters useless thoughts and I turn toward it in time to hear a voice from the other side. I’m just hoping it’s a language I already know, because if it’s something unique to this world I’m going to be screwed until I can learn it.
omfg the yoi at the end got me 😭😭😭 i like the expansion on the different lives, like how you’re a culmination of everything youve ever read except you literally were there. it’s a fun start to a fic!!
