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Entry tags:
- far cry new dawn: sharky boshaw,
- generator rex: six,
- groundhog day musical: phil connors,
- ikemen sengoku: nobunaga oda,
- infinity train: ryan akagi,
- lavender jack: johnny summer,
- rwby: ruby rose,
- shiki: natsuno yuuki,
- skulduggery pleasant: skulduggery,
- stranger things: steve harrington,
- tales of the abyss: jade curtiss,
- the locked tomb: palamedes sextus,
- the prisoner: number 6
Die Another Day [Post-Death Open Post + some closed]
Who: Number 6 & YOU
What: Waking up from death after a sliiiight miscalculation
Where: Cabin 113 + Other places around the ship, just going about his day like nothing happened
When: The day after the beach party
Warnings: discussion and depictions of death, trauma, grief
That was unpleasant.
Pain is the last thing he remembers. Pain, and the distant sounds of screams. One of the voices may have been his. The black abyss they'd tipped into was akin to being swallowed whole in a nightmare. Fittingly, when you die in a nightmare you wake up. So too, does Number 6 awaken again at exactly 6:00 am the next morning, safe in bed. But not safe from the memory of the black and the way it scraped at his mind like a dull cheese grater.
He lies there a moment reorienting himself. Above him, the sight of his familiar cabin roof is both sickening and a comfort. He's alive. He's... unharmed? Why does that fact make him furious? He'd hoped, foolishly, that if he did meet death out there on the water it would be the kind that lasts. It would free him from the fate of being tied forever to the Eterna. No such luck. But if he's here then... Arthur! And young Steve! They must be just waking up as well.
There's no time to wallow in his failure. If he must continue to live here, then he may as well get on with it. He should go see how his fellows are doing. He thought he saw a group of people lingering on the beach after the last call went out. Were they planning their own escape, or was there something else going on? The only way to find out is to get out of here and go see for himself.
Number 6 can be found all around the ship, going about his day like he didn't just fall off the edge of the map like a chump. And, no, he really doesn't want to talk about it, thanks very much. (So definitely bring it up to him, wink.) He kicks off this brand new day with his usual routine of training on the sport's deck. Does he seem like he's hitting that punching bag just a little harder than is necessary?
After training and then a long shower, he'll go down to Sand Dollars to order himself a coffee (yes, you heard that right) and a cake. Today, apparently, he's making an exception about his no sugar rule. He'll stay there for an hour, reading a book with an aura radiating off him that threatens violence to anyone that approaches. (But when has anyone let that stop them?)
Full of caffeine and sugar, he'll spend the next part of the day pacing the decks and the promenade, feeling the need to just move and keep moving. During that time, he will realize with dismay that he knows neither Arthur nor Steve's cabin numbers, so he will either have to ask someone else or wait to find them on his own. Mostly, he's choosing the latter.
He finished the book Clara gave him this morning over his coffee, so once the pacing gets too tiring, he tries popping back into the library to find something else. All he ends up doing is staring at the titles without hardly reading them. He's not really in the mood.
Eventually, he will drag himself to the Windjammer for an evening meal. And sit alone. As one does when trying to avoid talking to anyone about their first death experience. He's got himself an entire plate of bangers and mash but he's mostly just pushing it around his plate. He just keeps seeing the black. Over and over. How is he going to sleep tonight? He supposes he will cross that bridge when he comes to it. Which won't be until well after midnight this time. He's got some more pacing on the deck to do first.
But he's fine. Really. He's fine. There's no need for anyone to talk to him about this. Ever.
What: Waking up from death after a sliiiight miscalculation
Where: Cabin 113 + Other places around the ship, just going about his day like nothing happened
When: The day after the beach party
Warnings: discussion and depictions of death, trauma, grief
That was unpleasant.
Pain is the last thing he remembers. Pain, and the distant sounds of screams. One of the voices may have been his. The black abyss they'd tipped into was akin to being swallowed whole in a nightmare. Fittingly, when you die in a nightmare you wake up. So too, does Number 6 awaken again at exactly 6:00 am the next morning, safe in bed. But not safe from the memory of the black and the way it scraped at his mind like a dull cheese grater.
He lies there a moment reorienting himself. Above him, the sight of his familiar cabin roof is both sickening and a comfort. He's alive. He's... unharmed? Why does that fact make him furious? He'd hoped, foolishly, that if he did meet death out there on the water it would be the kind that lasts. It would free him from the fate of being tied forever to the Eterna. No such luck. But if he's here then... Arthur! And young Steve! They must be just waking up as well.
There's no time to wallow in his failure. If he must continue to live here, then he may as well get on with it. He should go see how his fellows are doing. He thought he saw a group of people lingering on the beach after the last call went out. Were they planning their own escape, or was there something else going on? The only way to find out is to get out of here and go see for himself.
Number 6 can be found all around the ship, going about his day like he didn't just fall off the edge of the map like a chump. And, no, he really doesn't want to talk about it, thanks very much. (So definitely bring it up to him, wink.) He kicks off this brand new day with his usual routine of training on the sport's deck. Does he seem like he's hitting that punching bag just a little harder than is necessary?
After training and then a long shower, he'll go down to Sand Dollars to order himself a coffee (yes, you heard that right) and a cake. Today, apparently, he's making an exception about his no sugar rule. He'll stay there for an hour, reading a book with an aura radiating off him that threatens violence to anyone that approaches. (But when has anyone let that stop them?)
Full of caffeine and sugar, he'll spend the next part of the day pacing the decks and the promenade, feeling the need to just move and keep moving. During that time, he will realize with dismay that he knows neither Arthur nor Steve's cabin numbers, so he will either have to ask someone else or wait to find them on his own. Mostly, he's choosing the latter.
He finished the book Clara gave him this morning over his coffee, so once the pacing gets too tiring, he tries popping back into the library to find something else. All he ends up doing is staring at the titles without hardly reading them. He's not really in the mood.
Eventually, he will drag himself to the Windjammer for an evening meal. And sit alone. As one does when trying to avoid talking to anyone about their first death experience. He's got himself an entire plate of bangers and mash but he's mostly just pushing it around his plate. He just keeps seeing the black. Over and over. How is he going to sleep tonight? He supposes he will cross that bridge when he comes to it. Which won't be until well after midnight this time. He's got some more pacing on the deck to do first.
But he's fine. Really. He's fine. There's no need for anyone to talk to him about this. Ever.
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But, at least Number 6 is thoroughly impressed enough to move aside and stop gatekeeping the books on this shelf.
"Far be it from me to deprive a youth of his education. This subject happens to be a pet interest of mine, in case you desire some tutoring."
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"I can read on my own," Natsuno grumbles. What, you think he'll ask for help from someone who acted like a patronizing dick just a second ago? Instead he searches the covers: The Iliad is probably a bust, since Pollux said the Dioscuri weren't there, but the rest...
Maybe he will ask for help from someone who acted like a patronizing dick just a second ago.
"Do you know where I can find more stories about the Argonauts? Some of them had their own heroic stories, right?"
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"Hm. That's tricky. The Argonautica by Apollonius of Rhodes is the most complete telling of their tale, but there was a second Argonautica written in Latin by Valerius Flaccus; it's far less intact. You will find mention of the Argonauts by Homer in Odyssey as well." He did say this was a pet subject of his.
"You might also try cross-referencing with stories of Medea, who was an enchantress Jason later married. As for the other 50 men on the crew, less individualized attention was given to them with some notable exceptions--such as Orpheus who descended to the underworld to recover his lost wife or Heracles son of Zeus."
He could go on, because there were 50 of them, after all, but it seems like too wide a net to be throwing. "Are there any of them in specific you are more interested in knowing about?"
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"Medea is one, actually." The woman who was compelled to fall in love with Jason and thus committed an awful crime. Natsuno and Pollux had a rather depressing discussion about her and the meaning of fate. "And the Dioscuri. All I know is that Helen of Troy was their sister."
(And apparently they all hatched out of eggs like chickens? He's in for a ride once he learns about all the shapes Zues wears to get laid)
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"In the Argonauts tale, I believe it was Pollux who took part in a boxing contest against King Amycus and killed him with a blow to the elbow. I liked that part of the story, especially, because I used to be a boxer myself. But, why ask about them in specific?"
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Natsuno hesitates for a moment, before deciding that if the Dioscuri are always proud to declare who they are, he has no reason to hide it either.
"They're on the ship. Well, versions of them at least, because Pollux is a woman. Did you see the animal sacrifice on the beach? That was them."
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"No, I didn't realize that's what was going on. I should have taken a closer interest in it."
A pause, then he adds a touch more suspiciously, "Are you trying to look into their backgrounds for anything specific?"
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"I just want to know more about them. Pollux told me they hatched out of eggs, and I felt weird asking what the hell's up with that. I mean, they're gods. They got better stuff to do than tell some kid their entire life story."
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"Ah. The swan eggs. Yes." He suddenly doesn't know how to feel about finding out that part of the myth wasn't... myth.
"Unless they are more capable of defying the Captain here than the rest of us, how sure are you that they do have something better to do? It seems to me that a god would enjoy having someone take an interest in them."
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"Well, I don't know for sure, but - their beach ritual worked. It gave Jenny Storm enough power to survive." He pauses. "That's the woman who was screaming and cursing all the way to the drill. She's a goddess too."
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"Yes, I happened to run into Jenny as she was making her declarations, almost directly outside my cabin door, in fact."
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Poor Mizuki. He probably doesn't like his new roommate, though he would never tell her this.
"Anyway, their ritual gave her power. I'm not sure if it's the boar or just the attention, but - it makes sense, right? That a god would need faith."
That's how the contract sounds to him. Believe in the gods to give them power, and they will lend you their strength in return.
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"If the old ways hold true, then yes I think you might be onto something. It was said that gods who were forgotten and who's followers dwindled might lose their influence."