#elderlion

[hebikari-blog]

{”Your roommate? Oh, your companion of course! We assumed since you were both together, it would be best to room you together.”}

That was what the nurse had said to him, and he heard no reaction from the other side of the room. No response from Clover, no visitors - the only other living soul who knew he was here was Gentarou Hongou, laying in the bed on the other side of the room.

After a while of occupying himself with morphine-induced grogginess, he cleared up enough to hear shifting from the other side of the room. Perhaps the old man was finally awake…

Although, it occurred to him then, that the nurse could have meant one of the other two. Who knew who had survived…?

“Is that a demon waking I hear?” His voice was hoarse from misuse, he cleared his throat. “My ‘companion’? Returned from the depths of hell?”

@elderlion

[ninthextrication]

elderlion elderlion >hongou is here >murderous intent up...

[ yeah that’s true, tho hongou has been better at recognizing people - by their clothes. So if he was wearing his ZTD clothes, he may not know it’s him ]

yeah, jump’s been mostly wearing his jacket lol. the hair miiiight be recognizable, but even just how he holds himself is a lot more slouchy and less stiff/”upbeat” than he would’ve seen in the nonary game

[mitsubaaoi]

“How long was I out?”

         "Less than an hour…" A scoff left Aoi’s lips, rolling his eyes as he got up from his seat on the ground next to Hongou who had still been unconscious moments ago. He had no watch with him, the woods providing darkness surrounding them making it near impossible to state what time of the day it was, simply making an assumption of how long he had kept watch over the older man. ”Looks like you can’t handle this grandpa.” He couldn’t help but sneer at Hongou who, despite having saved him earlier, was more of a hindrance than a help to his very survival at the moment, especially if he was to pass out for seemingly no reason. ”You’re lucky there were no zombies around or you’d be dead by now.” We’d be dead he had almost uttered though he stopped himself. He might have abandoned the older man were they to be in trouble, he wasn’t as stupid as to believe he could escape these woods on his own with zombies swarming around the place and a sole gun as weapon. "Now get up, we’re not out of this shit-hole yet."

[unkannyness-blog]

Now that's a switch [ca event]

She had hardly been in Hive City, and the entire place went crazy over golden eggs. Akane didn't know if the scientists ridiculed them, had a morbid sense of humour or merely wanted to entertain their subjects, but the whole Easter egg hunting event made the citizens look like brainless guinea pigs. She wouldn't have participated, yet the masses running about in hopes of stumbling over golden eggs convinced her to join in, if only for the reward the scientists had promised to the people. There had to be something about this, otherwise no one would be participating. She was eager to find out, and with the first egg she'd discovered, Akane shut herself and her treasure away in her apartment. She wanted this price; she wanted it badly. But much more so, the Kurashiki wanted to learn about the scientists, their events and what they were willing to give out. However, the actual reward she would have to deal with a few days later wasn't as fruitful as she'd have liked. There he lay on the duvet; a little boy of two or three years at the maximum. He was slender and had striking similarities with someone she knew, but before Akane could go over these details, surprise hit her like a murder its unknowing victim. Why was there a little child in her room? How had he gotten in, with the door locked and all? And why -- pray tell -- were bits and pieces of golden egg shell scattered across her chamber? It wasn't hard to put two and two together. "Oh---"

[the21sacraments]

▣ [[ LAUGH TRACK PLAYS ]]

Those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it. And really, had Walter even learned anything? He still shared the exact same mindset and beliefs as all those months ago, while Ace had also stubbornly stayed the same. The only difference was he lost everything. He lost his heart, he lost Hazuki, and now he would stare up into the sky and see nothing. But it was a different kind of emptiness, not the kind caused by his disease.

You can use being in that game all those years ago as an excuse, Ace. But it doesn't work in the end.

So they'd ended  back where they started, their own little version of a time loop. This wasn't necessary for mother since the Sacrament had already been taken, but in Walter's mind he was doing right.

In the Nonary Game, Ace was one facing zero. And he lost.

Now, he was dying at the hands of 11.

[schrodingerskanny]

!!

Your Character pushes my character against a wall and kisses them. Send me !! for my characters reaction.

Now that's wrong. She's spent so much time with Hongou as of late, someone who doesn't know them could think them acquaintances. Still, that's far from the truth -- the two of them accept one another, yes, but that doesn't mean Akane has to put up with his androgynous mood swings. She can't grasp why he's pushing her against the wall, and she doesn't get why he's pressing his lips to hers either. Irritation bubbles up in the pit of her stomach, and she attempts breaking free from his grip, but to no avail. He's holding her close as if his life depends on it, her struggling and gasping not reaching him.She keeps her resistance up for a while; first physically, then mentally without struggling anymore. Her lips don't move against his, her face as sturdy as a wall of concrete. Honestly, what is he thinking? Is he drunk?The question becomes superfluous. As if someone flipped a switch, her mind zones out and dives into another Akane Kurashiki at another place, in another time. She dislikes the images she's shown heavily, but they make her drop the façade, her resistance slipping. In retrospect, she doesn't know why they would ever cross that line (even in another world), but maybe kissing him wasn't that bad.

[mitsubaaoi]

♨ 24

drabble - 24 years old

Aoi couldn’t sleep. Even though the nine hours that would seal his sister’s fate were at hand, the setting finally completed, the players already in place, his mind wasn’t at peace. The soreness of his muscles felt oddly nice compared to the mess his mind was in. While carrying most of the players inside their respective rooms of the Nevada building had been easy enough, some of them, namely Hongou and Seven still had been more than the white-haired man possibly handle. He had managed nonetheless though not without help from his subordinates. 

Jumbled thoughts were on the game obviously, the one that would save his sister’s life for good though a dangerous bet for both of them as well as those they had involved in the Nonary Game. Akane’s abilities had already been able to envision the different outcomes and this was the very reason for his worries. Even though the white-haired man perfectly knew what he was to do, how he would need to act for the plan to go as planned and was fully ready to play his part while trusting Akane to magnificently act hers, there were too many random factors. Junpei, the only one they truly needed to reach the incinerator to save the little girl who should have died nine years back, was too unpredictable as he would be the one to decide the doors they would go through, any wrong choices proving to be a mistake that would cost him his sister’s life. There were Clover and Hongou as well, two unknown variables that might come to end up all of their lives on the spot depending on the circumstances.

Though eyelids remained closed, the mere idea that he needed to keep acting his part, to go on with the flow even though he would know if the other player’s actions would be leading them toward a failure distressed Aoi. No matter how much he wished the First Nonary game hadn’t ended up as it did, there was no going back. No matter how much he wished he could have saved his sister on this day instead if standing at the other side of the incinerator door, he had been powerless to do so and might soon pay a high price for it. 

In the end, the white-haired man didn’t get any rest before heading to the Nevada building alongside his sister, not uttering a word to her as they drove in its direction, not wishing to think that  this might be the last time he would see Akane. Nonetheless, before splitting up to their respective rooms, putting on their bracelets, Aoi put a kiss on her forehead, giving her a small reassuring smile. “We’ll succeed!” Even though it might have been selfish of him, the confident words hadn’t been so much for Akane but for him who didn’t wish to see his sister die. 

These had been the most excruciating hours of his life, to be only able to stand and watch June getting more and more feverish as the clock tickled, being able to do naught as he let Junpei be alongside her, a necessity for their act to work out as it should for they were not supposed to know each other least being siblings. However, everything they had done had been in vain. Akane was gone, vanished into thin air in front of the door 9 once their time was up. 

        “Game Over. This game had ended.”

                   “It matters not. The loser had been decided.”

                                                                         ”I… have lost.”

To Aoi, this had been the worst of the possible outcomes for it was the only one where he wouldn’t have died alongside his sister, causing more casualties than they had wished for. While Gentarou Hongou had deserved his fate, the Field siblings hadn’t and, even if it truly wasn’t his place as he had been the one to involve them, he couldn’t help but feel remorse for they would never have ended up stabbed to death or incinerated if the game had never took place. He nonetheless repressed those emotions as his despair at loosing Akane was much greater than any pity he could have felt for anyone else.

Even though the smoke grenades had been enough to put the players that remained to sleep, carrying them to his car to lead them to the closest town hadn’t been that easy and it’s only as he laid on the bed of an hotel he had found nearby, now alone with only his thoughts that he truly realized that Akane was gone. Tears didn’t flow, azure eyes unfocussedly staring at a point in space, lips parted, his mind blank from the sudden realisation. He was alone. He had no one else in the world now, the crushing despair overtaking him being enough to numb his mind. The past nine hours had gone too fast for his brain to process what had truly transpired of them, only the result begin displayed in front of his very eyes. 

It took him hours to step out of his trance, only being able to mourn his loss days later when he had been overtaken by the need of screaming out of his lungs as well as crying until he had no more tears to shed. Aoi knew of the future, he knew the AB project supposed to save the world from the Radical-6 virus would never come to fruition in this timeline and couldn’t find any reason to live even though he cattered to his body’s daily needs in order to survive. He was but a former shell of what Aoi Kurashiki had been… Until the very day he pointed a gun to his temple, not a concious reaction, simply the Radical-6 virus’ effect he had no intention of fighting, pulling the trigger, leaving this world with a smile on his face for he would finally be able to join the person who had been his sole reason for living for all these years.